As Marques Colston's Unofficial Publicist, I'd like to make sure that you all know that Marques welcomes the addition of Robert Meachem to the New Orleans Saints*. His presence will keep teams from double teaming Marques and will improve the Saints already potent offense. Here are some highlights from Robert.
Since I'm small and scurry a lot and tongue twisters are the verbal equivalent of random scurrying, our Maximum Leader has put me in charge of posting our tongue twisters as we come up with them. Today's is very short. Try saying it three times, fast. I've yet to do it successfully.
"Paprika pachyderms."
If you haven't ever visited Rick Lee's photography blog, go see it now. Here's why.
Photo used with permission from Rick Lee.
...is the wrong question. The real question is, "How do you stop suicidal maniacs with car bombs?" We have yet to figure that out. We can run away and move our forces into Afghanistan, but the problem will follow us there. If the Islamofascists see that it works, they'll keep at it.
So just how do you stop suicidal maniacs with car bombs?
As a huge N'awlins Saints fan, I cannot understand this draft. We had the #1 offense last year and a pretty porous defense. What did we draft?
Offense: WR, G, OT, RB
Defense: CB
Unless we plan on winning games 41-38, this doesn't seem to make any sense at all. Don't get me wrong, I think our #1 pick of WR Robert Meachem was great. He's going to open up the field for our running game. The rest of them are stunners.
A running back? When you have Reggie Bush and Deuce McAllister?
Update: In round 5 we drafted another CB, David Jones out of Wingate. Where the heck is Wingate?
Update 2: Randy Moss just got traded to the Patriots for a 4th round choice. That's about the only way Randy can succeed, to get dissed with such a low value and go to a team with a total authoritarian coach and a deity at QB. Just try and take a play off now, you creep.
Hugh Hewitt has written and broadcast repeatedly questioning the Iraq withdrawal strategy proposed by the Democrats. Other bloggers have also written persuasive posts discussing the consequences of retreat and the way in which the enemy will take advantage of it. They talk about mass slaughter in Iraq and how it will free up enemy fighters to pursue the same tactics in Afghanistan, where we would presumably withdraw again, whereupon those fighters would be freed up to pursue us somewhere else.
They are talking to themselves. There's no one on the other side who can hear what they say because they're speaking a foreign language.
To the Left, it's not Islamofascists that is our enemy, it is conflict itself that is the enemy. When you ask, "If we lost, then who won?" the question is nonsensical becausee to them, in war, no one wins. The reason that only American deaths are reported by the left-leaning MSM is that it shows, over and over again, that war is bad.
Not only is conflict the enemy, but moral judgment is the enemy to the Left as well. The reason that Abu Ghraib was on the front page of the New York Times for 40+ days was that it showed how we were no different than the Islamofascists. That's also the source of fascination with the "torture" going on at Guantanamo Bay. It's why a preposterously stupid story about flushing Korans got published in Newsweek. This is why some on the Left support financial aid to the Palestinians despite their election of genocidal loons. Who are we to judge?
Harry Reid's goal is to stop all conflicts because there is no end result worth acts of violence. If that is your goal, then withdrawing from Iraq is a clear path to success. He does not see a human enemy in any of this so questions about what the "enemy" will do are nonsensical to him.
Meanwhile, the Right goes on yelling about tactics and strategies and winning and losing with no effect on the debate at all. The underlying debate, one which is not occurring and needs to occur, is about good and evil. Do they exist? Can you define them? Is one or the other dominant in a particular culture or country? Until you have that debate out in the open, the current one will go nowhere.
In our previous post, I spoke of a conversation that I had with our Maximum Leader that left dogs, er, hanging. As our Holy Ambassador to the Kingdom of Dogs rightly points out, this is a great affront to dogs. And so, in the interest of setting things right, we have done some research on the proper relationship between dogs and cats.
Our Maximum Leader and I were sitting on the front steps watching the world go by this evening when we saw a couple walking a dog go by. Horrible. Truly horrible. Oh sure, it looked friendly and fluffy and cheerful, but we knew that was all a facade. After all, it was a dog. The dog was at the end of a rope-like object. I think it was a leash, but our Maximum Leader was certain it was a rope. In any case, we both agreed that the only proper thing for most dogs to be doing at the end of a rope was swinging.
Update: Written in the terror of the moment, overcome by the horror of a close encounter with a strange dog, this post is in error and has been corrected here.
Our Nun of the Above posted a link on her sidebar. I checked it out. It's fiendishly clever. It's...The Sneaky Chef! It has recipes for hiding nutritious foods inside of dishes kids will eat. Muuhahahahaha! Glorious!
I alread do some of that now when I puree onions and put them in the spaghetti sauce before anyone can see, but this is much more sophisticated than that. I'll say it again. Muuuuhahahahahahaha!
Yesterday I posted about my recent lack of creativity. I complained about my brain drying up and not having anything interesting to say. As I puttered about yesterday thinking about it, it dawned on me that it might be a natural consequence to having several things resolve in my life all at the same time.
It's not a rut, but the culmination of a long winning streak. A few months before I started this blog I went through a major catastrophe that left me with plenty of debt and little free time. My daughter was having trouble in school. My job was incredibly frustrating and unrewarding.
I followed Dave Ramsey's financial advice and I took up blogging because it was the only thing I could think of to make a little money that was available in the odd moments and irregular times I had at my disposal. I scoured the mom-blogs and tried a variety of things to help my daughter. A month or so ago I was blessed by God and given a golden opportunity at work to work for someone who "got it".
In the intervening months, I paid off my credit card debt, my car loan and various other bills until I'm right where I like to be financially. In the last month my daughter finally internalized the value of school and has taken off scholastically, doing better than anyone but me predicted. My job is so much fun now that I work on it on the weekends for pleasure. Meanwhile, my son has been the same old rock of support and love that he always is. He thinks I'm helping and supporting him and doesn't realize just how much pleasure I derive from his company.
The end result is that with the last payment I sent out and the last set of test scores my daughter achieved, all of the pressing motivations I had have dissolved. I'm left with the wind at my back and a freedom at the tiller that I haven't had in years, perhaps decades, perhaps ever. The question is, which way do I steer now?
So no sooner do I get a very nice compliment from Jake Silver about being a thinking blog he loves to read, but my brain dries up. No photos of our Maximum Leader for the Friday Ark, no issue-related posts, no photos of flowers or sunsets, just a dry, barren desert of creativity. I've been visiting my favorite inspirational sites and coming up empty. I'm in a rut.
On the positive side, I recently changed jobs at work in part to spend more time helping my daughter with her schoolwork and she just got her first test packet back reflecting our new strategy. Her grades jumped one and a half grade levels. No bad grades at all. I guess having dad around to help does make a difference!
I'm sure this rut is temporary. I've been working so hard with my little poppet that I think my brain just ran dry. I'll be back later, I'm sure.
I don't think you need Wolf Blitzer to interpret this.
Scrounging around the web, I found this page of tongue twisters. Here are two of my favorites.
Wishy-washy Wanda watched her watch get washed.
Which wrist watch is a Swiss wrist watch?
I love it!
Welcome to The Scratching Post and another Wednesday WOrld of Good (WOG)! A very nice reader emailed me this story so I thought I'd share it with you for this week's WOG.
A little while ago, I wrote about getting stuck in the Dallas Fort Worth (DFW) airport while on the way home from a business trip. Bad weather had rolled through the area and DFW was a mess. Every flight was delayed and many had been cancelled. Lots of people in the terminal were outraged at having been inconvenienced. Anger and recriminations were commonplace as the airlines struggled to cope with the weather.
At a nearby lumber yard, the story was evolving differently. An F1 tornado had ripped through the area causing tremendous damage.
The owner of the lumber yard, Jerry Kurosky, remained hospitalized Sunday. He suffered a serious facial cut, numerous bruises, and nearly lost an ear when he was struck by a piece of flying wood.Neighbors, friends and members of local churches turned out soon afterwards to do what they could to help.
But one of the company's employees, and a resident of the neighborhood—40-year-old Marc Patterson—was killed in the violent storm. Doctors said he suffered a heart attack while trying to hold on to some lumber as the storm blew in.
On Sunday more than 100 people from the neighborhood and several nearby churches pitched in to help a family in need, and Kurosky's family was grateful...The move to clean up the lumber yard started as a word-of-mouth effort from several pulpits. "We heard about this Sunday here, today at church," said volunteer Ben Brights. "We decided to come out and do what we can to help."It wasn't just about the lumberyard. It was about helping others in need.
"The fellow here needs a lot of help," said volunteer Monte Roths. "Obviously, it hit here the hardest. The love he has for other people—he's the type of person who would help another before he helps himself."
The Oakview Street volunteers, about 70 in all, worked quickly and by 3 p.m. had moved from the lumber yard to Kurosky's neighbors.Now that's a World of Good.
Linda Cisneros, whose family has been staying with her mother-in-law since the storm, returned to her home Sunday afternoon to find a stranger dragging tree limbs from her yard.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," said Cisneros, who is married with two children. "A man came and told us it would cost $3,000 to fix everything, but we don't have that kind of money."
About a dozen members of the Tarrant Baptist Association's disaster response team came to help on their own accord, member Delbert Timmes said.
"We'll probably be here tomorrow, too, until it's done," Timmes said. "This is what God called us to do."
Blogger moved our blog to the new Blogger, not the old Blogger so I can now come back and blog with new Blogger!
Yay!
Errr, what did I just say?
Anyway, Blogger moved us to the new version without trashing our template. We are very happy. When I heard the news, I ran for hours!
Scott Baradell over at Marketing Profs has an outstanding post about Seven Secrets to Being as Happy as a Hairdresser.
Seriously. It turns out that hairdressers are among the happiest people in the world. Stop by Scott's post to learn why.
Welcome to this week's Carnival of the Cats! Our host and the Maximum Leader of the Feline Theocracy, K T Cat herself, will now open the Carnival with an invocation.
Oh Lord, we beseech thee, bring all of these kitties tuna in their bowls, sunbeams on their sofas and fresh catnip rubbed on their toys. Amen.
With that, let's get started. This week we have many tails to tell.
What follows is my brief analysis of a recent post I wrote asking readers to view two short videos of constructive things being done by Coalition forces in Iraq and vote on which they preferred.
A poll was taken on two videos that had come out of Iraq. One was a heavily produced version created by the Army Corps of Engineers discussing the construction of an Iraqi kindergarten. The other was a candid, home-movie style video of some soldiers handing out soccer balls to kids. The post offering the poll was widely marketed and garnered about 500 hits. Following the standard statistics of Internet users, only 10% of the viewers voted and about 1.5% of the viewers left comments. The poll was linked at several high-traffic blogs, most of which are conservative-leaning and pro-Iraqi Freedom. The vote ended up tied, 22-22. An insufficient sample of written opinions was given to allow objective analysis. The author offers some conjectures based on personal experience.
Given the sources of the visitors, mostly conservative and pro-Iraqi Freedom blogs, it’s reasonable to assume that the visitors were already pro-military and inclined to support the effort. The fact that the candid video did as well as the produced one indicates a substantial demand by the public for information direct from the field without editing from military authorities. Speculating further, information insertion by the rear echelons decreases the trustworthiness of the video. Consumers do not buy willingly from sources they do not trust. Any indication that the information, which in this case is the consumable, has been tampered with reduces the confidence in the viewers that what they are seeing is real.
Conclusion: The market for information can be segmented into two substantial groups – those that prefer videos with high production values and those that prefer candid videos straight from the field. A third group of people who will not want to see anything pro-Iraqi Freedom under any circumstances exists, but they’re not potential consumers of this information and do not impact this study.
The author’s struggle to find source material for the candid video portion of this poll indicates that the market for information direct from the field is extremely under-served. Coalition forces are making a huge mistake not supporting this kind of information sharing. Influence Operations, which is crucial to any anti-terrorism campaign, cannot succeed with large segments of the market underserved.
I want to thank the bloggers that supported this effort, Laurence Simon, Rusty Shackleford, Mark Shea, Jeff Miller , Ogre and Mog. If you linked to this video and I've forgotten, please drop me an email and I'll add you to this list. I also want to thank CPT Anthony Deiss, U.S. Central Command Forward Headquarters, CENTCOM Public Affairs for his very kind reply and recommendations for finding official DoD videos. Brent Walker, the MNF-Iraq webmaster, also sent me a very kind note. I hope to continue this relationship with all of you. I believe that victory over Islamofascism will require a sophisticated information campaign and we all play a part in it.
A more detailed discussion of market segmentation in this context can be found at this post.
Yesterday I planted the little sprouts that had competed in my Seed Racing experiment. If you were keeping score at home, the Painted Daisies won, if you measure by the size of the roots breaking out of the little peat pots, the Gold Dust Alyssums won if you measure by the number of roots breaking out, but they all won by being ready to be planted at the same time.
One of them, a tiny English Daisy, had been attacked by various bugs while she struggled to grow. I used every weapon in my arsenal to kill off the bugs and give her a chance to survive. Recently, she sent me this little love note to show her gratitude.
First, a video from the Americans in Iraq.
Oh Allah, vanquish the Jews and their supporters. Oh Allah, vanquish the Americans and their supporters. Oh Allah, count their numbers, and kill them all, down to the very last one. Oh Allah, show them a day of darkness. Oh Allah, who sent down His Book, the mover of the clouds, who defeated the enemies of the Prophet – defeat the Jews and the Americans, and bring us victory over them.Hey, I know. Let's retreat and surrender! After all, we're just as guilty as they are, what right do we have to shove our values on them? We can make peace with these guys by just leaving them alone. Then we can all go back inside and watch Two and a Half Men.
I have introduced blogging to my workplace. We use a very capable Movable Type system. It is growing in popularity all the time. I recently took a business trip to the East Coast and while I was there I blogged a meeting report. In that report I recommended that some of our folks come back out for a follow-up meeting that was very important. I asked people to leave comments if they wanted to go or thought it was interesting.
One very enterprising individual cut out the text of my post and pasted it into an email to his colleagues. They all replied to this with very intelligent thoughts. By email. I had no idea this was going on, since I was not on the email chain.
I was finally included in their most recent email chain which contains about 8 responses, none of which are in the comments of the post.
I think I need a stiff drink and then I need to lie down for a while.
It's like going hunting with someone and noticing that they're using a club to beat the deer to death. You hand them a rifle and explain it to them. They nod their heads and then run off and beat a deer to death with the rifle.
I'm at a total loss for more words.
Recently, a friend at work did a caption-the-photo contest with this shot.
My entry was, "Despite his expert use of Lean Six Sigma, Balanced Scorecard, CMMI and Project Management tools, Frank's plan to catch fish by leaping upon them from above failed miserably, proving once again that a stupid idea executed flawlessly is still stupid."
It got me to thinking about how focusing on process improvement to the exclusion of all else made you more efficient at being stupid. Lousy things done more rapidly just increases your output of lousy things. Imagine if the Oakland Raiders decide to use a hurry-up offense. Then they'd be able to double the number of penalties they commit. Glorious!
Where I live, I can see the searchlights of Sea World play on the clouds at night. As we were driving to school the other day, my son and I were talking about this and I remarked that I don't understand how Batman could ever have seen the BatSignal. I mean, it's one thing to shine a light on the clouds and see a blob at a distance, it's another thing altogether to shine a bat-shaped light on the clouds and have anyone be able to figure out what it is.
If you can't tell it's a bat, then what you're really being attracted to is the bright light. He's not Batman, he's Mothman.
Welcome to another World of Good (WOG) here at The Scratching Post! This week we highlight the work of Reach Out and Care (ROC), a group that donates wheelchairs to people in developing countries.
I've spent quite a bit of time in the last two weeks looking for YouTube videos of constructive and kind things being done by the Coalition troops in Iraq. I've now got a substantial queue of videos to share. Here's the one that inspired this post. Michael Yon, private citizen and blogger wrote extensively about this effort.
Providing wheelchairs and other mobility products for people in developing countries without regard to political affiliation, religious beliefs or ethnic identity. ROC Wheels Inc., (Reach Out & Care) is a 501 (c)(3) faith-based nonprofit corporation organized to facilitate the supply of wheelchairs and other mobility devices to disabled individuals within developing countries and to further programs and education that will help reduce barriers to, and enhance mobility for these individuals.ROC isn't just about donating wheelchairs, though. It's about setting up the construction capabilities in the developing nation so they can make their own.
The ROC Wheels Team will design and set up the production process for the pediatric wheelchairs that are designed specifically for the conditions of developing countries These wheelchairs or other mobility aides would be initially manufactured in the U.S., with future plans to manufacture them in the country of distribution. We will provide the tools necessary to set-up the manufacturing operation, complete with fitting, custom seating and repair capabilities. Our goal is to train and empower the Nationals working at manufacturing facilities to eventually gain ownership of the operation, and provide economic support for them and their community. We hope to not only provide a free wheelchair, but help people gain hope and dignity where they previously may have had none.ROC is staffed to a large extent by volunteers. Think about that for a minute. Instead of going waterskiing or going to the baseball game, the free time of these volunteers is spent constructing and distributing wheelchairs for kids like this.
I think the thing I liked most was the day I went with my parents to the wheelchair distribution place and helped give wheelchairs away. It was really cool seeing kids who had been carried around all there life, and then, in one day they are able to mobilize themselves. I had a great time in Mexico with the team.You can find their newsletter here.
I haven't spent much time perusing the blogosphere nor listening to talk radio in the wake of the VaTech shooting. I've heard enough to see that the engines of blame are revving into high gear. The anti-gun people are yelling that the problem is too many guns. The pro-gun people are yelling that there aren't enough. People are blaming the cops, the university and the students.
Enough already!
Whatever the guy's motives were for shooting the first two, whether it was a love triangle or something else, when he came back to get the next 28 or so, it showed he was crazy. The key feature of crazy people is that they're crazy. Who knows, maybe he had psychotic episodes and heard voices or saw things no one else saw. Whatever it was, he wasn't sane.
Dealing with crazy people poses incredible problems for the sane. All that nonsense you see on TV about "getting inside the mind of the madman" on CSI shows is just garbage. They're just freaking nuts and expecting your average set of cops or school administrators to predict their actions is expecting miracles.
For the anti-gun crowd, if your dog, Fido, is telling you to kill everyone and you don't have access to a gun, you'll run them over in a car at a bus stop. When Fido talks, you listen. A while back there was a fellow here in San Diego who commandeered an M-60 tank and drove around crushing things.
He had no gun and he was nuts.
Market Segmentation 
Nissan sells three makes of sedan. The Sentra for the budget-conscious buyers, the Maxima for the luxury buyer and the Altima for those in between. They all do the same thing. They take you, some passengers and some stuff from point A to point B. Each seats 5. There is some difference in luggage space. There is distinct difference in the who they are marketed to, how they are sold and how they are priced.
I was musing over a discussion I had with Rusty Shackleford from My Pet Jawa recently when I achieved an epiphany about bloggers. We're the information equivalent of leaf cutter ants!
Personally, I think the most important message to get out to the American public is that we are winning, not that we are nice.I understand his point of view, but would argue that we need more than that. From a market segmentation point of view, showing cool videos of Islamofascists getting smeared will only work with one segment of the populace. There's another that needs to see soccer balls and soldiers dancing with the kids. That's when I came up with the leaf cutter ant analogy.
Don Ho died today. Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson were seen making a beeline for the airport to fly out to Hawaii to lead civil rights protests at the memorial service.
(Sorry, but this was just too good to pass up.)
As some of you know, our Maximum Leader spent a wild day cavorting with the Feline Empress and Mother Superior of the Holy Order of Ocean Whitefish, Kukka-Maria. Kukka described their adventures including an astounding escape from the set of Dancing with the Stars. There were a couple of things she missed. For one thing, Kukka and KT spent quite a bit of time laughing as they went through the love quizzes in CosmoCat. Here’s one example.
I just flew in from the East Coast and not only are my arms tired, but the rest of me is tired, too. I went through Dallas-Fort Worth airport (DFW) which was a mess because of the hailstorm and tornado that went through the area. I finally landed in San Diego at 2AM this morning and got home at 2:30. Our Maximum Leader decided to pluck the carpet and demand attention at 4AM and then a smoke alarm in our house had to tell me it's battery was dead at 6AM.
Thank you, all.
The scene at DFW was predictably crazy. Flights were out on the runway when a brief, golfball-sized hailstorm swept through. Every plane had to be inspected for hailstorm damage before they could take off. That took hours. Some planes had dings and had to come back to the gates. When they came back to the gates, they filled them for the planes that were landing, so massive airplane gridlock set in. During the wait, some of the cockpit crews went past their legal limit of hours in the plane (written into law to prevent tired crews from flying) and couldn't fly any more leaving some planes without crews, sitting at the gate.
Meanwhile, more planes continued to land. One of them was mine. We got in line for a gate waiting for someone to take off and free up a spot for us. When we got in, the line was eight planes deep. We sat on the taxiway for more than half an hour waiting for a spot to free up.
Once we got off, the scene inside the terminal was chaotic. Apparently there was a NASCAR event in the area and the cancelled flights from planes that got damaged quickly sopped up all excess capacity in the hotels. Families with little kids were stranded in the airport with nowhere to spend the night. Plenty of people were angry and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why.
One black guy in particular was telling everyone around him in loud tones just how American Airlines had screwed up. Comparatively speaking, he didn't have much to complain about as he was middle aged and without kids. I guess he and the rest of the angry people didn't realize just what it meant to fly on the safest air travel system in the world. They might be a little angrier as they slammed into a mountainside because the planes they were flying were unsafe.
Well, they'd be angry briefly. Then they'd be dead.
Despite all the chaos and the angry people, everyone still formed organized lines and waited for gate agents to help them out. Unfortunately, most of the gate agents had gone home. By this time it was past midnight. This is the only thing where I find fault the airlines. Our flight was delayed for 30 minutes while American scrambled to find a gate agent. I would think that they ought to be able to work out a clause in the contract with the union where the agents could be given double pay to hang around during emergencies.
Our flight attendant crew was great. When they realized what the problem was, they quickly got organized. Some of them ran off to get a gate agent, others shanghaied one exhausted, bedraggled gate agent as he walked by to get the process going. The gate agent that finally showed up had run through most of the airport to get to us and was gasping as she called for us to board.
So now I'm home, safe and sound with a story to tell. A little tired, maybe, but what's so bad about that?
...cockroaches and Keith Richards.
"Dissipated" doesn't quite cover it. Maybe "embalmed" fits him better. Although embalmed connotes tranquility and doesn't cover all the twitches, tics and minor spasms.
Perhaps he needs a new term coined just for him.
The more I hear about the Don Imus flap, the more I think the jerk ought to be fired. Perhaps by now he already has. For me, I don't care if the comments he made were racist or not, I'm just ticked off that the girls on the Rutgers basketball team had worked their tails off with practicing and playing and their parents and coaches had sacrificed so that they could reach this point and here this moron goes and soils the purity and nobility of their achievement so he can get the attention.
They did all the work to get to the championship game. He used their achievement to get ratings. A lifetime of their work burned up in an instant on Imus' lips. If one of those ladies were my daughter I would be beyond anger right now.
Update: He was fired. Good riddance.
I haven’t participated in this for a while, from a lack of inspiration, I think. I got the idea for a Thursday 13 with the theme of immediacy out of the blue. It must have been a sign to come back and join the TT crowd. Enough introduction. On with the list.
Here are thirteen things about me right now.
1. Right now, I’m listening to Louis Prima. Yes, I know, I always seem to be listening to Louis Prima, but it’s great to go out to the folks’ house for Easter dinner and have ham and hear the kids warbling, “The closer to the bone, the sweeter is the meat, the last slice of Virginia ham is the best that you can eat…”
2. Right now, I’m watching King of the Hill. My son turned me on to this one. The Simpsons just don’t do it for me any more and the gentle humor of King of the Hill is just right.
3. Right now, I’m reading The Screwtape Letters. Any good spiritual tome needs to be revisited from time to time. Time and lives change and you get a completely different reading based on where you are at that moment.
4. Right now, I’m playing Star Wars: Battlefront on the Xbox. We’ve had it for a while, but the kids and I have gotten back into it. We play a game where we rotate the three of us through two controllers and a splitscreen game. It’s loads of fun.
5. Right now, I’m shopping for plants. My front yard has been rototilled and it and the vegetable garden have been fully outfitted with irrigation. This last weekend I got two tomato plants, two bell pepper plants, an eggplant plant, oregano and rosemary for the garden. As I was checking out, it dawned on me that I was planting a vegetarian spaghetti sauce.
6. Right now, I’m luxuriating in the blooms of my pet Gerber daisies. I’ve collected a glassful of seeds from their most recent blooms and will be starting seedlings very soon. I plan to have a whole flower bed of mom daisy’s daughters and granddaughters in the front yard.
I've been posting quite a bit lately about the good things Coalition troops are doing in Iraq. In the process of doing this, I've picked up new readers. Because I've been focused on this and have marketed it hard, I'm not sure that they realize that this is an eclectic blog and I write about a great many things. I've spent some time debating on whether or not to concentrate on this subject as it is a passion with me, but I've decided not to. The emotions surrounding the subject are intense and if I concentrated solely on this subject, they would wash away the tone I've tried to achieve with this blog.
I have a cache of great videos from Iraq that I will post and share with other bloggers as time goes by, but in the meantime, I'm planning on writing about whatever pops up at that moment. If you're one of my new visitors, thanks for taking the time to stop by and check out the site. I hope you like the hodgepodge of nonsense that hops out of my head and jumps onto the blog.
Welcome to another World of Good (WOG) here at The Scratching Post. Today I have something special for all of you. A WOG contest! I have two really cool videos of Coalition soldiers doing good things in Iraq and you get to vote on which one you like best. You can even write a short comment letting me know what you liked about either of them. The videos are both only 90 seconds long, so you don't have to sit through a lot of blather. Enough introduction. On with the show.
Many of us have had donation drives at our schools or workplaces to send goods to the children of Iraq. Have you ever seen what it looks like when they're donated? Well, now you can. Brent Walker who is in Baghdad, Iraq, posted this video of our troops handing them out on YouTube.
Here's our Maximum Leader in her natural state. Laying around.
Note how she has wisely positioned herself in striped shadows to maintain proper temperature equilibrium.
For more clever cats, visit this week's Friday Ark and Carnival of the Cats.
What's with this country that we always want to believe the worst about ourselves? Nancy Pelosi just got back from a trip to see one of the worst dictators in the world and a bunch of people think this was a good idea because it could lead to a dialog with him. Just what kind of conversation are we expecting to have?
Tony Blair, after running to the UN to tattle on Iran, gratefully accepted the return of his 15 kidnapped sailors from Iran, a country that used massed waves of its own children to sweep minefields. Playing nice with these maniacs is going to lead to...what?
What's with all this self-loathing that gets us to put ourselves on par with total scumbags and maniacs? Evan Sayet has an excellent theory that it's all about the elimination of any discrimination of the differences between good and evil. After having watched the YouTube of his talk on the subject and reading his blog, I've yet to find a place where his hypothesis doesn't fit the facts.
My daughter's social studies text is full of this neurotic self-loathing. Every chapter is a catalog of the evils done by European immigrants or Americans themselves against everyone else. No context is given for any of it. The latest chapter in her book talks about the internment of Japanese-Americans in World War II. It starts with the following sentence:
In 1942, America was at war with Japan.No mention of Pearl Harbor, the Rape of Nanking, the Bataan Death March or their alliance with Hitler, just "we were at war with them" as if it was some mutual attack and both sides were equally to blame.
So far I've made $40.31 from Pay Per Post. On a per-hour basis, it's about ten times better than AdSense. It also doesn't flood my blog with ads for cat u-r-n-s. I have to spell that out because if AdSense saw it, I'd get another wave of idiotic ads for u-r-n-s.
So far, I've used my Pay Per Post blog marketing earnings to buy a soil test kit on eBay. Yes, I know, it's an exciting life we lead here at The Scratching Post. Gardening, blogging, testing the potassium levels of our soil...
It's amazing Kukka-Maria doesn't come over to our place to party!
We're at that time of year here in San Diego where there is a marine haze that blocks the sunset most evenings. Yesterday it was oddly inverted, with low clouds over the shore and clear skies out at sea. The result was this, a strange sunset that just happened to fall directly between Castor and Pollux.
Two caterpillars were inching their way across a leaf when a beautiful butterfly fluttered past. One of the caterpillars stopped and looked on in awe.
"Wouldn't it be great to soar on colorful wings?" he asked his comrade. "To float with the breezes and fly wherever you wanted to go?"
His companion, a much more pessimistic type, just kept inching across the leaf. Finally, he muttered, "You'll never get me up in one of those things."
Check out this video of Americans protecting and caring for Iraqi kids. The whole thing made me smile. Because of the population distributions of both groups, it's a good chance that these were Christian Americans taking care of Moslem Iraqi kids. Not converting them, but protecting them so that they could grow up safe, healthy, successful and free. So much for this being a racist, imperialist war.
A happy and blessed Easter to all of you. May you find redemption and renewal in your lives.
We'll be back again on Monday.
Best wishes,
K T Cat and Jacob the Syrian Hamster
Try this one, three times fast:
Peppery, papered hippopotomi
Alternately, try:
Peppery papaya hippopotomi
Were you able to do it?
There is a difference between right and wrong, good and evil. One side is using suicide bombers to indiscriminately blow up civilians in markets. The other side does this.
Another video of my best friend Ritch's 2nd tour in Iraq, This video shows what the liberal media won't, look at the kids face who gets the ball, He is so happy just to have rubber ball! How Spoiled are we in our rich nations, most kids would just be like gee thanks and throw the ball as far as they could. God loves the Iraqi people too and he is showing his love here through my friends Unit through the Marines. Innocent people die in war but We do care about these civilians. Looking through all the pictures I was hard pressed to find one Marine not smiling. This was my friends favorite mission he went on while in Iraq.I'm greedy. I want more. Lots more!
Our Maximum Leader recently received this email from Flagstar Bank.
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Today's Wall Street Journal details another of his crimes.
U.S. payrolls jumped last month and the jobless rate fell, boosting the odds of moderate, consumer-driven economic growth and lowering the chances of any near-term reduction in official interest rates.Will this nightmare never end?
Outside of manufacturing, payroll gains were broadly based, with construction and services posting healthy increases. Previous months' employment increases, meanwhile, were revised up.
Nonfarm payrolls increased 180,000 in March, up from a revised 113,000 in February and 162,000 in January, the Labor Department said Friday. Those months were previously reported as increases of 97,000 and 146,000, respectively.
The unemployment rate fell 0.1 percentage point to 4.4% last month, matching its lowest level since May 2001. Average hourly earnings increased six cents, or 0.3%, to $17.22. That was up 4% from a year earlier, suggesting wages remain an inflation risk.
March's payroll gain exceeded Wall Street expectations of a 142,000 rise. Economists had expected a 4.6% unemployment rate and 0.3% rise in wages.
I came home tonight to find that our Maximum Leader had brought in a house guest. This one, to be precise.
Welcome to another World of Good (WOG) here at the Scratching Post! Thanks for stopping by. I think you'll like it.
Today I decided I wanted to look for volunteer trucking organizations and I came across this one. Trucks-N-Paws is a large network of animal rescue volunteer organizations. Essentially, it boils down to the animal rescue folks saving dogs and cats and other critters from death in the shelters and truckers volunteering to carry them to their new homes. The Yahoo! group linked above is an enormous confederation of groups and individuals that connects all of these kind-hearted people together to match needy dogs and cats with truckers. The extent of it is amazing.
For example, NEARR is one of the members. NEARR is Near East All Retriever Rescue. It's a volunteer group that takes in abandoned or orphaned retrievers of all sorts into foster homes and then finds them owners. These folks save the dogs from almost certain death in the shelters.
As an aside, I just have to say that this must be one of the most difficult things a volunteer can do. Everyone knows that dogs are noisy, smelly, unpleasant creatures that spend most of their time sniffing ghastly things and rolling in God only knows what. Very little of their time is spent laying in sunbeams or purring like a proper animal. My heart goes out to these hardy volunteers and the horrid creatures they care for.The truckers are volunteers who carry the pets from one stop to another. A route is laid out to take the pet from its foster home to its new family. The truckers volunteer to carry the animals on segments of the route until the pet is brought to its new home.
Roscoe sat back down and sized me up some more. All of the sudden, a look of rapture crossed his face. Not only was I his new best friend, but I had a truck, and for Roscoe from West Virginia, that made us kindred spirits. Even though he'd been neutered a few days earlier, I believe he had a sudden surge of hormones. He flung himself on me, slurping my glasses askew, his front paws locked around my neck in a choke hold. Then his hind paw flipped my travel cup of scalding hot coffee into my lap.If it doesn't make you smile, check your pulse. Read the whole thing.
"AAAGHHH!!"
**Flashing blue lights behind me.**
"No, officer, I have NOT been drinking," I protested nervously. "This blast...blessed dog just dumped a cup of hot coffee on me at 75 miles per hour. You don't say? 55 mph, huh? Well, that's certainly good to know!"
Today's Wall Street Journal (WSJ) has an article on Sam Zell's risky purchase of a newspaper conglomerate, the Tribune Co. On the WSJ website, they have a video accompanying the story. I embedded it below. As you watch it, don't worry about the words, watch the camera motions and the cuts. It's the same style that the History Channel uses when they don't have real video clips to use. This pan/zoom style drives me crazy. Why, look! There's a picture of Zell now! Let's zoom in on it. Here's a picture of a newspaper. Let's pan back. Here's a fellow talking. He's fiddling with his hands, see?
Argh! It's so distracting!
The Feline Theocracy has won an inestimable honor, the right to party with the Feline Empress herself, Kukka-Maria. Our Mother Superior of the Holy Order of Ocean Whitefish held an auction to spend a day with her and after consulting our accountants and our Sunday collection plate, we outbid all of the infidels!
Glorious!
It's time to show the world how the Maximum Leader can get down.
No, I don't mean keeping an urn as a pet. (What do you feed an urn anyway? Do you take them for walks?) I mean urns for the ashes of your pet.
AdSense gave me a ghoulish ad suggesting that you buy an urn for the ashes of your pet. Either that or a box. Like this.
I've posted before about my disappointment in my daughter's 4th grade social studies textbook. Last week, it finally dawned on me what I'd like to see. She goes to a Catholic school and as far as I can tell, her text is a standard one, Our Golden State. Let me start by telling you what's there.
Her text focuses on the history of California. Every chapter takes the story a few years farther. She just finished the chapter on the transcontinental railroad. Every chapter lays out a timeline and gives a basic idea of what life was like back then. Each chapter also details how one group or another was oppressed. In her current chapter, it's the Chinese. Chinese workers were brought over to help build the railroads. Once the railroads were done, they looked for other jobs. The locals didn't like the competition and passed anti-Chinese laws. There was plenty of racism and oppression.
Dittos for racism against the Indians, the Mexicans, the blacks and lots of others. Sexism is detailed as well. All of this happened and it was fought by brave, visionary people. Why did it happen in the first place? How is it that the Americans got the upper hand? The Chinese weren't importing American workers to build railroads. Why? If someone came to you today and offered you sub-minimum wage work to pick tomatoes in Mexico, would you go? Why not?
The study of success is what's missing. All cultures are not created equal. If they were, then you'd see equal outcomes. The Aztecs didn't explore the globe, the Portugese, British and Spanish did. The Ashanti in Africa didn't develop railroads, America and Europe did. The Japanese didn't develop the germ theory of modern medicine, the French did. The Kumeyaay Indians of California didn't develop a banking and investment industry, others did. How come?
Christian Europe and America blew the rest of the world away. In any objective terms, they completely out-competed everyone else. By objective terms, I mean that wealth is better than poverty, education is better than illiteracy, health is better than sickness and so on. How did that happen?
I want my kids to be successful. If they're going to be successful, they're going to have to learn what promotes success. I want them to be moral and caring, too, so the lessons in racism are important, too. Both need to be taught. Leaving out any critical analysis of the causes of success or even mentioning the concept that one group outperformed the other doesn't make sense to me. Until I asked the kids why Americans didn't go to China to build railroads, it had never occurred to them to wonder about it.
Do all textbooks out there omit this as well? Do you think this is an important lesson, too?
