tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146706262024-03-06T23:36:38.885-08:00Lemmings on the LedgeIt is rumored that lemmings intentionally self-destruct (suicide themselves) by jumping off cliffs or running into rivers to drown when population exceeds available resources.
If lemmings talk, what do they say?Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-9321781642320999602008-09-14T12:16:00.000-07:002008-09-14T12:53:09.374-07:00Prometheus Whinced (Chapter 3)<a href="http://www.jegsworks.com/project/promproj.htm"><img src="http://www.jegsworks.com/project/prometheus.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a>
<p><i>Chapter 3</i></p>
<p><b>Owning the Streets</b></p>
<p>(<i>First Chapt. is <a href="http://lemmonledge.blogspot.com/2007/10/prometheus-whinced-apologies-to-ayn.html">here</a>. Previous is <a href="http://lemmonledge.blogspot.com/2007/10/prometheus-whinced-chapter-2.html">here</a>.</i>)</p>
<p>How could this have happened?</p>
<p>One moment I am a respected analyst at LG Petroleum, Floor 25, the next I am out here on street level, with desk contents in a box and not a credit to my wallet. How could this have happened?</p>
<p>Gloatson flashes back through the day's events. The early morning encounter with Jack. The telephone brawl with Yakov. Hitting the "submit" button on his quarterly analyst's report. He knew the numbers were not good. But truth is truth. What did he do that was so wrong? Jack was displeased. Then the call came from HR. We need to talk. Now here he stands. Box in hand. Outside the tall granite building. No job. No way to even get home. Behind him, through the glass panels, the security guards are seen swaggering their way back to the elevator banks now that they have escorted yet another uppity to his new after life, the one beyond LG Petroleum.</p>
<p>"Just got hit between the eyes with the big one, aye buddy?" Gloatson stares blindly forward. A street prole is talking at him. "Wha?" That's all that his keen analyst's mind can muster. "All I was saying is that you look like like you just got canned, or desked-out-in-a-box, if you get my drift," the prole continues with a slight grin.</p>
<p>Gloatson looks the man from boots to brim. Muddied shoes. Torn workman's jeans. A ragged overcoat with hood. Topped by a trucker's cap. "Sorry. What'd you say?"</p>
<p>"Look, don't take it wrong bud. I've stood where you stand. Know what's it's like. I feel for you man. You're stunned. One minute up there," he tilts toward the penthouse floors, "and now down here with us street folk. You didn't expectorate it. Don't let it crush you is all I'm saying. Life goes on." The shadowy stranger glides off and around the corner. Gloatson has not yet moved from his entranced street spot. Speechless.</p>
<p>He replays it all through his head again. The first loop was too hard to handle. Desked-out-in-a-box. Yes. That's the current situation. His total worth is packed tight into the banker's box between his clenched fists. What will his wife say? Never mind that. What now? How to get home without even the company transport pass in his pocket? He never expected this. Not today. Not this way.</p>
<p>... to be continued (a work in progress ... or possibly in digress)</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-88160772106384210622007-10-30T04:17:00.000-07:002007-11-25T04:06:38.857-08:00Prometheus Whinced (Chapter 2)<a href="http://www.jegsworks.com/project/promproj.htm"><img src="http://www.jegsworks.com/project/prometheus.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a>
<p><i>Chapter 2</i></p>
<p><b>Name Calling</b></p>
<p>(<i>First Chapt. is <a href="http://lemmonledge.blogspot.com/2007/10/prometheus-whinced-apologies-to-ayn.html">here</a>. Previous is <a href="http://lemmonledge.blogspot.com/2007/10/prometheus-whinced-apologies-to-ayn.html">here</a>.</i>)</p>
<p>"Gloatson! Have the report to me by day's end."</p>
<p>This is not good, he thinks. Usually we are on first name basis. John and Jack. Today he greets me by surname. Means I'm in trouble. Gloatson nods and backs off in genuflection from his boss. Oh, the ignobility, he thinks. To be hit like this as I enter the office. No wonder my face is turned red like an iron on coals.</p>
<p>Gloatson continues his retreat, snaking his way quietly around the outer walls of the office towards the sanctuary of his cubicle. He hopes no one spots him or his ironed red face. Good. Here it is. Gloatson's Gulch. This is my cave of tranquility. My perch of productivity. The eagle has landed. In here I can lick my wounds and regain my senses.</p>
<p>He slips in through the cubicle's entrance and drops himself like a dejected mass into the embracing center of an imitation leather executive's chair. The burgundy throne serves as the center piece of his efficiently compact cubicle. On the glass of his computer monitor he spots his face reflecting back at himself with its iron red embarrassment fading back toward normalcy. Behind the vision of himself looking at himself, he spots the tufts of cheap foam popping out from between the splitting seams of his chair's backside.</p>
<p>Never mind the illusionary signs of decay, he thinks. All is well. This fine executive chair is plush furniture befitting an "analyst" of my stature. He reaches out and prods the power button on his office computer. Its innards begin whirring to life. Gloatson crosses his arms to comfort himself, stroking each arm pit with the other's hand as he waits impatiently for the machine to boot up and open the tunnel into his virtual alter life. Who is John Gloatson and how did he get to this place? That is the question.</p>
<p>It was not long ago that he bothered not with the question. Life was moving along well enough. Everything made perfect sense. I am an analyst. I am an indispensable part of LG Petroleum. Sure, some make mock of the company's name, calling it Last Gasp Petroleum. That's not who we are. We are Logistic Geometrics Petroleum. We excel at pin pointing and analyzing opportunities that others miss. We find the sweet spots. This is what productivity is all about. And I, as an analyst, am at the center of the enterprise; an indispensable cog in a grander machine.</p>
<p>His calendar pops up on the computer's screen. Today's to-do list. Finish the quarterly production report. Yes of course this is what the entrance counter with Jack was all about. But now the details. What's missing? Ah yes. There it is. We haven't gotten the final numbers in from the Tajikistan operations. I'll have to call and prod them.</p>
<p>The trouble with Tajikistan is that those jokers are on the wrong side of the planet. If he calls now, maybe he'll get the evening shift engineer.</p>
<p>"Yakov, it's Gloatson here, you know, at LGP headquarters.<br>
Chatter comes back from the other end.<br>
"Why no, no financial crisises here at HQ. I just need your final production numbers for end of last month and I need you to make them good numbers."<br>
More chatter at the other end.<br>
"No. I understand you can't create production out of thin air. But you know how it goes. You can borrow some of next month's production and reflect it back into the previous month's numbers. That's sound practice any place you go now adays."<br>
Screaming coming from the other end. Oh yeah, I'd forgotten, Gloatson thinks. We already borrowed last quarter from this one and that's why we're so far behind.</p>
<p>Gloatson hangs up and leans back into his chair. Unconsciously he sucks an upper lip's flap into his mouth and bites on it. Not good. This stinks. Jack wants good numbers. These numbers stink. Who's going to take the fall for this? It's not fair. I'm just an analyst. It's not my fault.</p>
<p>... to be continued (a work in progress ... or possibly in digress)</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-4687435102605939262007-10-22T01:11:00.000-07:002007-11-25T03:42:34.970-08:00Prometheus Whinced (apologies to Ayn Rand)<a href="http://www.germes-online.com/direct/dbimage/50246907/Clock_Radio.jpg"><img src="http://www.germes-online.com/direct/dbimage/50246907/Clock_Radio.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a><p><i>Chapter 1</i></p>
<p><b>The Awakening</b></p>
<p>Dream busting bites of sound cackle from the digital clock radio. "Breaking news for those of you just joining us ..."</p>
<p>One eye wills itself open, not sure joining is a good idea. Six naught zero AM on the bedside table. Oh please let it not be Monday.</p>
<p>Reality strikes alongside with an arm stroking out to smack down the snooze button. Monday morning it is. Another dawn of dragging one's zom-body out of bed and off to work. One leg is numbingly negotiating its way out from under the covers. Now if only the lame other will obediently follow. It refuses. Maybe morning's ritual can be postponed for a just few more minutes of bliss giving sleep? He lays there, half in, half out of bed. Bargaining with himself.</p>
<p>The alarm flares up again. "The markets will open shortly ..." No use. Snooze and shut off. Inevitability arrives on its own terms. No more bargaining. No more hand-offs of responsibility to the clock radio contraption. He concedes to reality and swings fully out from the covers, all the while sensing the strong urge for caffeine welling up within. Last night's dream is already fading from remembrance. What was it again? Something about a vague foreboding. Oh never mind.</p>
<p>In the kitchen, the gas gasps and flutters under the cold stove plate before hissing out through the tiny burner holes. An electric sparker clicks erratically somewhere under and finally ignites into a multitude of blue glowing flames. A welcoming blanket of warm radiance rises to his face as the dancing flames cascade upwardly from under the water kettle. Thank goodness it's working today. He dreads those days when one must resort to primitive resourcefulness. Being left bare in the cold and without hot coffee. Just imagine. He shudders.</p>
<p>He hears her stirring about in the bedroom. Brushing her hair. She will be dressed, ready and out for work well before the java rejuvenates his tortoise-paced arthritic body. Such are the advantages of youth. He stares into the flickering blue flames while flip flopping between two minds on what next to do. Go out and fetch the morning paper from the terrace or wait for the water to boil?</p>
<p>Too late. The kettle's shrill whistle interrupts his internalized ping pong game. She leans into view and plants a wet kiss on his cheek. "I'm picking up my Grande Mocha at the Bucks. See you tonight." As expected, she is dressed and out the door well before he has even decided which shoes to wear. It will be a lonely cold walk to the Island today. Where did the time fly on to?</p>
<p>We are truly blessed, he thinks to himself while stepping out into the cold morning fog with hands tucked in his long banker's overcoat. The car pool island is just under a mile away. Our son is enrolled in Government Liberty School. We still both have jobs. It's not like being one of those poor saps who must volunteer to serve in the war. Nonetheless, I miss the days when I had a car and my own at-home net connection. Too expensive these days.</p>
<p>Approaching the finance connection island, he continues to muse to himself. Thank goodness I stuck with my studies and became a certified analyst. The financial circle has its privileges. We can use credit cards to pay our fair fuel fare. Not like those poor jackals over there at the day labor island. He looks across the boulevard. They have to grub for cash every morning. We get those plush commute buses or at least the inside of a spacious SUV while they jostle with each other to squeeze into the open back of a pickup. Finance has its privileges.</p>
<p>"Pleaz, zombody, can you spare von credit? I needz da job today." It's one of the proles begging across the way at the day labor island. Seems he doesn't have enough to get in on a ride. Why should I be the one even to worry about helping? There are plenty of others. His own kind. Besides, those proles will just as likely shank you in the dark as thank you in the morning. Oh good. Our bus is here. He quickly swivels away to focus on his step up into the warm stairwell of the large dark bus.</p>
<p>Seated with head leaning against the blackened bus window he half closes his eyes as the diesel bellowing machine races past the stink and squalor of the day labor slums. Board member Ben is right. From each according to his productivity, to each according to his value. What could be fairer? People are not born equal. Some are just by nature more productive than others. And for that, they deserve the greater value that they contribute to society. Simple as that. It was so delusional to believe that all men might be created equal. Look at those proles out there. What do they contribute? They are nothing but parasites feeding off the productivity of others. I, on the other hand, am a certified analyst, a specialist among specialists.</p>
<p>The brass noise from morning rush hour in the city intrudes into his thoughts. He realizes he dozed off again. The bus brakes screech in protest as the behemoth machine pulls into the company garage. This is his stop. Time to face the music.</p>
<p><a href="http://lemmonledge.blogspot.com/2007/10/prometheus-whinced-chapter-2.html">next chapt.</a></p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-47347020310726774442007-10-04T04:46:00.000-07:002007-10-04T05:22:22.929-07:00Ma Felled Ammericans, Happy Trails and Sputnik Ways to Ya'all<a href="http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Ten-Days-That-Shook-the-Nation-Sputnik-Posters_i386911_.htm"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/109/285828863_9afdff4772_o.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a>On the radio the other day, John Kao the author of a book called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Innovation-Nation-America-Losing-Matters/dp/1416532684">"Innovation Nation (How America is Losing It)"</a> was discussing the downfall of America in technology and innovation. <p>What better way to appreciate how the USA has fallen than to celebrate the 50th anniversary of<br> the launch of Sputnik<br> (<a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/KNO/7011P-Sputnik~Ten-Days-That-Shook-the-Nation-Sputnik-Posters.jpg">Oct. 4, 1957</a>) with a review of how America has become the anti-science nation?
<p>Just mosie on down to yer' ole' shopping mall in search of the science kits for kids shop</p>
<p>It ain't there.</p>
<p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikita_Khrushchev">Nikita Khrushchev</a> was half wrong and half right. They didn't "bury" us. We did it all on our own. We buried ourselves. We're so deep under we don't know it anymore. We know <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Britney_Spears">Britney Spears</a> instead.</p>
<p>Maybe the headlines should have read: "<a href="http://www.mirror.co.uk/showbiz/latest/2007/10/03/britney-devastated-89520-19886316/">Britney Loses Her Kids and</a> America Loses Its Kids"? But it didn't. The focus was entirely on Britney. <b>Nikita Krushchev would have been proud.</b></p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-31406666985925826872007-09-23T10:11:00.000-07:002007-09-23T10:44:59.312-07:00"NEVER too late"<a href="http://lovenstein.org/dover/af_coffins.jpg"><img src="http://lovenstein.org/dover/af_coffins.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a>The homo sapie-brained leader of the Western Lemming digs extolls his followers to continue their relentless march over the cliff. Stay the course.
<p>"It is <b>never too late</b> to support our troops <a href="http://www.boston.com/news/nation/articles/2007/09/14/bush_to_cut_20000_troops/">in a fight they can win,</a>" he cheerfully explained to his yes can-do admirers. "It is <b>never too late</b> to advance freedom."</p>
<p>Of course <i>the absolutism</i> of <b>"NEVER too late"</b> will not help the troops pictured above. This is a fight they cannot win. They are gone forever from this reality-based plane of existence.</p>
<p>The <i>optimistic delusionism</i> of <b>"NEVER too late"</b> will not help the mothers of the troops pictured above. Those mothers raised "the troops" from little babies to strappingly fine grown men. They changed their diapers. They wiped the tears. They stayed awake through the feverish nights of youth's illness and they waited anxiously by the window for Johnny to come marching home from his first date out with the girl next door.</p>
<p>Then one day there came the cattle call from the cowboy leader for the grown and educated young men to serve the "<i>noble cause</i>". They gladly went. Hands over patriotic hearts. Eyes affixed on a waving flag of blood red stripes and saintly white aisles keeping them apart. "A uniter, not a divider," he said. A field of stars clung to flag's edge to navigate them towards their ultimate sacrifice. Yes it was a noble leap forward into fate's hand. Every young lemming feels the surge during the rush of a spring day's race toward greener pastures.</p>
<p>But for the homo-sapien mothers, it is too late. For the lifeless bodies of their dead young sons, it is too late.</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-23603646350326697312007-09-14T18:13:00.000-07:002007-09-15T18:02:30.270-07:00The Manly Flop Flipper<a href="http://66.49.151.193/George%20Bush%20flys.gif"><img src="http://66.49.151.193/George%20Bush%20flys.gif" height="150" align="right"></a><p>If you recall your history, the human to the right (a.k.a. G.W. Bush) presented himself to his nation as an epitome of decisive manhood; a mission accomplished kind of guy.</p>
<p>No "flip flopper" was he. No siree.</p>
<p>When he set himself on a course, he stuck to it whether it was a flop or a heck-of-a-job success.</p>
<p>Therefore, when it came to pass that one of his ventures was labeled a "flop", he did what any entrepreneurial reframer of the language would do. He "flipped" the flop. He relabeled it as <a href="http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2007/09/15/3856/">a success-in-progress</a>. It just needed a few of its <a href="http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2007/09/15/3859/">benchmarks</a> filled in a little better. Otherwise it was yet <a href="http://www.theoildrum.com/node/2978#comment-238681">another mission accomplished</a>. Heck of a job there Mr. Flop Flipper.</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-38895757558471207752007-07-15T03:53:00.000-07:002007-07-15T13:53:27.987-07:00The Planning Primate's Primer<a href="http://diglloyd.com/diglloyd/free/Eagles/Eagles.html"><img src="http://diglloyd.com/previous/StalkingEagle.jpg" height="150" align="right" /></a>
Man prides himself as being the only critter on the planet who plans, who sees ahead into the future and formulates a clever strategy, who knows <a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/bookshelves/taleb">how to predict and prepare</a> for that which will be obvious to all in hindsight, but <a href="http://resourceinsights.blogspot.com/2007/07/napping-on-railroad-tracks.html">clear to only a rare few</a> in the prologue period.
<a href="http://www.library.csi.cuny.edu/dept/history/lavender/nesting.html"><img src="http://www.library.csi.cuny.edu/dept/history/lavender/graphics/birdsnestbig.gif" height="150" align="right"></a><p>A hat tip to Kurt Cobb for aiming the scope at the issue of the <a href="http://resourceinsights.blogspot.com/2007/07/napping-on-railroad-tracks.html">planning animal.</a> Is it true that man is the only critter who formulates stories in his head about how the world works and then acts on the basis of <a href="http://stepback-marks.blogspot.com/2007/07/planning-primates-primer.html">his modeled fantasies</a>? Don't all mammals plan ahead? Do they not build nests for their hatchlings, dens for their little lemms? Do they not burrow their way towards prosperity?</p>
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crust_%28geology%29"><img src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/4/45/350px-Earth-crust-cutaway-english.png" height="150" align="right"></a><p>And if indeed Man is the most clever of all creatures, <a href="http://resourceinsights.blogspot.com/2007/07/deceptive-landscape.html#comments">why can't he see</a> the inevitable? Why does he not realize that the planet is finite? There is only so much of <a href="http://www.ucar.edu/learn/1_1_1.htm">that thin film we call our atmosphere</a> into which man can pump his CO2. There is only so much of that thin pizza crust below us in which man <a href="http://www.geology.ohio-state.edu/~vonfrese/gs100/lect22/index.html">has a chance of finding his precious oil.</a></p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-70052448084147896532007-06-30T03:22:00.000-07:002007-06-30T04:27:55.843-07:00Huff and Puff and Make the Stuff Flow<a href="http://mymagic.com/images/products-mym/tmaeattf.jpg"><img src="http://mymagic.com/dvd/images/dvd-mullica-complete.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a><p>Two delusional posts of today caught our attention here at the Lemming Institute of Grandiose Human Thinkfoolery (The LIGHT).</p>
<p>First there is <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/raymond-j-learsy/peak-oil-theorists-gush-o_b_54340.html">this</a> one over at the Huff and Puff Ranch. Esteemed scientist and commodities honcho <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/raymond-j-learsy/#blogger_bio">Raymond Learsy</a> assures his fellow humanoids that the oil will gush forever. He does so with compelling ad hominen attacks:</p>
<blockquote>When I speak of <b>the "fabricated drama of peak oil"</b> I am referring to the oft repeated and over heated claim that the end is "near" even as the nearness of "near" continues to drift just out of reach. Yes, there are oil fields that are diminishing. And if <u>the peakist miss the point, yes, they once panned gold in California, and they once pumped oil in Pennsylvania.</u> But new oil <b>is to be</b> found, and is being found throughout the globe and made increasingly accessible by <i>innovations in exploration and technology from deepwater fields</i> in the Gulf of Mexico, Cambodia, Africa, China, India, offshore Sakhalin, the marginally tapped Canadian oil sands, the Venezuelan Orinoco deposits, our Western shale oil, our currently offlimit offshore and Alaskan deposits, and of course the potential buried in the Artic and <b>the enormous potential of a peaceful Iraq</b> whose oil resources, were they ever to be fully developed, could conceivably challenge those of Saudi Arabia. The list could go on. With past history as example of the tenuousness of predicting reserves, in 1970 OPEC members supposedly had 412 billion barrels of oil. In the thirty subsequent years they pumped 307 billion barrels and, lo and behold, then claimed <b>819 billion barrels in reserve</b>. That amount has increased substantially with Saudi Arabia's recently revised figures of available reserves. In this case it seems <u>the more you produce the more you have.</u></blockquote>
<p>Come again? The more you produce the more you have? Does this unifying theorem of everything apply to BS? Obviously it does. And you Mr. Learsy are the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghawar_oil_field">Ghawar</a> of BS. (By the way Mr. Resources Expert, the contraction for "it is" comes with an apostrophe before the s; it's, not its. Example: It's true that everything you said smells of its own emanations.) </p>
<p>The second corpulent flow of gushing bombastickness comes once again from the Huff and Puff Dude Ranch and Methane Production Center. In <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/alan-gregerman/surrounded-by-geniuses-_b_54424.html">this</a> piece of human thinkfoolery, <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/alan-gregerman/#blogger_bio">Mr. Gregerman</a> instructs his species mates to go out there and "innovate" like there is no tomorrow.</p>
<blockquote>So before you lament that "geniuses" aren't hanging out at the water cooler or by the coffee pot at your office, take heart in a very different view of <b>the world of innovation</b> and the potential of your company or organization to <u>prosper</u> in the future. Because, whether you realize it or not, you are literally surrounded by geniuses and brilliant ideas and your challenge is to get off your individual and collective butts to unlock them. (And even if you're not convinced that all of your colleagues are geniuses, <u>remember that half of them are "above average."</u>)</blockquote>
<a href="http://z.about.com/d/animatedtv/1/0/x/S/fGuy_FatStrangler_v4F_72.jpg"><img src="http://z.about.com/d/animatedtv/1/0/x/S/fGuy_FatStrangler_v4F_72.jpg" height="200" align="right"></a><p>OKee Dokee. We'll hang onto that deep think thought. By necessity it tell us that half (yes 50%) of the loonies at the insane asylum are "above" average. So let's say we have 5 inmates in one Human Thinkfoolery Institute with <b>respective IQ's of:<br> 10, 15, 20, 25 and 80.<br> The average IQ is therefore 30.<br> And clearly half of this population of five loonies is up there in the "above average" category according to Innovation Mastermind, Mr. Gregerman.</b> No wonder the human race is going places. We are happy to remain as ourselves, deep digging Lemmings --always burrowing our way towards prosperity. We pray that one day soon, and for the sake of you humanoids as well as the Planet, evolution will shift your chimp driven brains towards rational thinking.</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-1662596378982389372007-06-29T00:39:00.000-07:002007-06-29T01:16:15.574-07:00The Borelli Chronicles<a href="http://epw.senate.gov/public/index.cfm?FuseAction=Images.View&ImageGallery_id=6dc682d6-802a-23ad-4f79-e19067ecbeab&PageNum=2&CFId=5783117&CFToken=87927318"><img src="http://www.nationalcenter.org/NPALogo.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a><blockquote>
I am Tom Borelli, a portfolio manager ...<br>
While <u>science</u> [and it's] implicating human activity [as being responsible for] global warming <u>is uncertain</u> and speculative,<br>
the <u>economic costs</u> of cap and trade legislation <u>are certain</u> and severe.
</blockquote>
<p>We Lemmings wish for certain we could be kidding to you. But alas fellow Kahzakstanians and other citizens of the Planet, this is how the human creatures on the rightward bank think. <b>"Science"</b> is wrong and <i>uncertain</i>. <b>"Economics"</b> is unquestionably the only true view of how the Universe could work and must work. There is no other possibility.<br>
Here is more of among the <a href="http://www.nationalcenter.org/NPA536AntiCapitalism.html">sayings of Chairman Borelli</a>:</p>
<blockquote>Our entire government - and many business leaders as well - need a heavy dose of re-education in the ways of free enterprise and free markets if Americans are to maintain the highest standard of living the world has ever known.</blockquote>
<p>We want to tell you it is untrue. But this indeed is what the Chairman proclaimed at <a href="http://epw.senate.gov/public/index.cfm?FuseAction=Files.View&FileStore_id=7d102b92-6b97-4172-a63d-0e2845c3cf63">recent</a> Senate hearings on Climate Change:</p>
<blockquote>From the perspective of a portfolio manager, I am extremely concerned about the
economic impact of cap and trade legislation on the economy and our portfolio. Growth
of the stock market depends on a cheap and plentiful energy supply to feed a thriving
economy. Capping energy is capping economic growth.</blockquote>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-82488548689474002432007-06-19T04:02:00.000-07:002007-06-19T04:24:44.934-07:00Mississippi: The "We Know It All" State<blockquote>Mississippians understand the current energy problem, and we know the solution. In fact, we're implementing it right now. Our state is leading the way in both traditional energy and alternative fuels research and production.<br>
Under construction around Mississippi are advanced new ethanol, biodiesel and lignite plants. Mississippi farmers are growing more corn and other material that can be used for alternative fuels.</blockquote>
<p><a href="http://www.judyyoungpoetry.com/showme.jpg"><img src="http://www.judyyoungpoetry.com/showme.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a>
That's right folk. <a href="http://www.clarionledger.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070617/OPINION/706170337">Senator Trent Lott has "the answer"</a>. Mississippi is the "We know the solution" state. Missouri on the other hand, is dying to know because they are the "show me" state. Here is more on how Mississippi's US Senator Trent Lott (R) sees the solution:</p>
<p><blockquote>To enact a working energy policy, Congress must ditch the special interest "watchdog" groups and instead start watching the American people. <u>If we craft energy legislation around America's <b>market</b> demand for energy and <b>first-world innovation</b>, America could quickly overcome</u> our dependence on third-world nations for so much of our energy.<br>
I'm for increasing automobile mileage standards. I'm for prosecuting price gougers. I'm for renewable and clean energy. But considered unilaterally, these are not solutions, but mere statements designed primarily for political purposes.</blockquote></p>
<p>That is the real reason why the <a href="http://www.seacoastonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070619/BIZ/706190376">current Democrat's Energy Bill is stalled in the US Senate</a>. It has nothing to do with the <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=11164716">Iron Triangle.</a></p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-14242550558188063492007-05-31T04:13:00.000-07:002007-05-31T05:00:43.343-07:00Oh say can you see? Gee Dee Pee<a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/micturition"><img src="http://img.tfd.com/dict/5B/6B876-micturition.gif" height="150" align="right"></a>
<p>Human creatures in the Western Digs much adore the color of their urinations.</p>
<p>The self-proclaimed wisest of them, namely, their ECO-NOMINALISTS often stand up proudly and shout, <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/hale-stewart/the-us-economy-you-are_b_49835.html">"Gee Dee Pee!"</a></p>
<p>Here at the Lemming Institute of Geopolitical Human Think-tanking (The LIGHT) we are constantly grappling with the question,<br><b>Why do the human economists love this "GDP" term?</b></p>
<p>Some at our Institute argue that GDP has to do with "Production" as in producing things of "value". More so, they argue that GDP involves the adding up of all creations of "value" within a certain geographic area known as the USA; which is why the humans sometimes relabel their "Gee Dee Pee" proclamations as Gross Domestic Product.</p>
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<p>Yet others at our Institute argue that the Western faction of the Human race does not know the difference between things of true "value" and things of anti-value. Look, they point out, at the way the Humans feed themselves for example. They build feeding depots known as "Fast Food" (FF) outlets. They manufacture <a href="http://www.thefoodpornographer.com/?p=301">artificial edibles</a> that are made mostly of animal fat, grease, starch and sugars. They dress these anti-value things up prettily and encourage their young Lemms to devour the stuff.</p>
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<p>Then they count how much "money" was made from encouraging Lemm youth to feed at the troughs of toxins. Then they add in the counted up monies to form a large part of their proudly proclaimed, Gee Dee Pee (GDP).</p>
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<p>Does that make sense? Is that the sign post of an intelligent species?<br> Or is it just a race of clowns?</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-61727891337561193862007-05-09T03:41:00.000-07:002007-05-10T03:53:00.300-07:00Lemm Iacocca Rages Righteously Against the Cliff<a href="http://www.commondreams.org/archive/wp-content/photos/0508_06.jpg"><img src="http://www.commondreams.org/archive/wp-content/photos/0508_06.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a>
<p>An old Titan of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_triangle">Iron Triangle</a> has arisen from his burrow hole to give us sage warning and a simpleton's solution: <a href="http://www.changinghands.com/NASApp/store/Product;jsessionid=abcmZBFxWCB05_sARG1jr?s=showproduct&isbn=9781416532477&nationalAffiliateCode=objective">"Where Have All The Leaders [and flowers] Gone?"</a>. For you young Lemmings out there who don't and can't be expected to remember him, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Iacocca">Lemm Iacocca</a> was the comeback crafting king of one of the Big Three in automaking, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chrysler">Chrysler Corporation.</a> Like GM and Ford, Chrysler was a pillar of our civilization. It was a pillar of Rome that could not and must not fall. But it did.</p>
<p>Here is an excerpt from the <a href="http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2007/05/08/1056/">excerpt</a> of Iacocca's book:</p>
<p><blockquote>We’ve got a gang of clueless bozos <b>steering our ship of state right over a cliff</b>, we’ve got corporate gangsters stealing us blind, and we can’t even clean up after a hurricane much less build a hybrid car. But instead of getting mad, everyone sits around and nods their heads when <b>the politicians say, “Stay the course.”</b> Stay the course? You’ve got to be kidding. This is America, not the damned Titanic. </blockquote></p>
<p>Well at least someone in the herd has awakened to see our mainstream mass moving relentlessly toward the cliff.</p>
<p>Question is, why did Lemm Iacocca open his Lemming eyes so late in the game? When did the beam of enlightenment dawn on him that <i><b>The Market</b></i> was not providing "us" with the best and the brightest for steering our Titanic away from the Iceberg?</p>
<p>And what of the irony? Is he not, was he not, one of the Ring Masters in the Three Ring Circus of Corporate America: GM-Ford-Chrysler?</p>
<a href="http://www.dealbreaker.com/images/entries/wall_bull1.jpg"><img src="http://www.dealbreaker.com/images/entries/wall_bull1.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a><p>Lemm Iacocca is of the born-again belief that there is a steering house on our Ship and that someone lives in the steering house; the someone being those he calls the "<i>clueless bozos</i> steering our Ship of State".</p>
<p>The sad fact is, Mr. Iacocca, there is no one home in the steering house. The machine, the ship, steers itself. It's sort of like a herd of wild steer charging maddingly up the ramp to the slaughter house. Each one of us bullies the one in front to "move forward" lest we all fall behind and become one of the left behinds. It is a blind fear. A primitive fear that drives us forward toward some expected Shining City on the Hill. We are not yet bright enough to understand that the light at the end of the tunnel is a locomotive. We have been trained throughout life to believe that charging forward is "progress". Bully for us. (Or should the old saw instead be: "Bullheaded Bulls are Us"?)</p>
<p>But why bother now to take a retiree's pause, to perchance stop in your bull's charge forward, to step back from the ledge, and to take a sweeping look around you Mr. Iacocca? Don't you know time is a wasting? There are so many things that need to be hurriedly "accomplished". So little time.</p>
<p>We each have our own vial of <b>vital vitamin C's:</b> There are <b>Calves</b> to be birthed and herded through <b>College</b> There are <b>Careers</b> that must be built and nurtured in a <b>Constantly Competitive</b> environment. There are fancy <b>Cars</b> that must be bought. There are <b>Consumptionest</b> Estates of Real that must be accumulated and manicured. There are Commies and <b>Crazed Islamists</b> to be gored in our bull's rage "over there" before they do the same to us "over here". There are <b>Corporate Chiefs</b> to be clothed in gilded parachutes and covered with <b>Cradle to Course</b> (Golf Course) Pensions. We have so much to do. Why stop to stare about and waste time?</p>
<p>Lemm Cocca of course continues to believe in The Machine and its main control point: The Steering Wheel. He insists that it is merely a matter of finding the correct "Leadership" to install in key spots. Just implant one smart leader here and another there. Then by magic, the cliffward charge of our mad herd of bulls will veer toward the more correct direction "forward". Here is another excerpt from Lemm Cocca's rage against the cliff (<a href="http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2007/05/08/1056/">Where Have All the Leaders Gone?</a>):</p>
<blockquote>But when you look around, <u>you’ve got to</u> ask: “Where have all the leaders gone?” Where are the <u>curious, creative communicators</u>? Where are the people of <u>character, courage, conviction, competence, and common sense</u>? I may be a sucker for alliteration, but I think you get the point.<br> [Stepback insert: You get The Bull's horn. You get the old "you've got to, you've got to". Don't dare step back and ask <i>Why</i> "you've got to"? Bullies know how to bully the herd forward.]<br>
... Name me an industry leader who is thinking <u>creatively</u> about how we can restore our <u>competitive</u> edge in manufacturing. Who would have believed that there could ever be a time when “the Big Three” referred to Japanese <u>car companies</u>? <i>How did this happen</i> —and more important, what are we going to do about it?<br>
Name me a government leader who can articulate a plan for paying down the debt, or solving <b>the energy crisis</b>, or managing the health care problem. The silence is deafening. But these are the crises that are eating away at our country and milking the middle class dry.</blockquote>
<p>Come now Lemm Coccoa. Not one bray from you about "Peak Oil"? Not one bleat bout "Global Warming"? Not one grunt against "Over Population"? Not one nuanced notion that perhaps the whole corporate mentality and consumerist creed might be corraling us toward our own doom? Lay it all down on "Leadership"? Simple as that?</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-16619937106544305862007-04-27T20:19:00.000-07:002007-04-28T01:43:06.361-07:00Flamboyish Lies in the Face of Outright Facts<a href="http://www.koicymru.co.uk/img/fibre3.jpg"><img src="http://www.koicymru.co.uk/img/fibre3.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a><a href="http://www.crooksandliars.com/2007/04/24/bush-must-have-meant-other-%E2%80%98politicians%E2%80%99/">George Boy Bush</a> insists on not letting "politicians" (read that as Democrats only) interfere with the professional judgments of military generals and tell them (the ones still left <i>"in uniform"</i>) <a href="http://newsblogs.chicagotribune.com/news_theswamp/2007/04/whos_micromanag.html">"<i>how to do their job</i>"</a>.
<p>One would think that an alert <a href="http://editorialiste.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-does-fifth-estate-stand-up-exactly.html">fourth estate</a> (a.k.a. Main Stream Media news) would be piling over each other to point out a clear historical fact to the public: G. O. Distorting Bush is the number one Decider/Interferor Man who has consistently over ruled the military professionals.</p>
<p><a href="http://mediamatters.org/items/200602240003?offset=20&show=1"><img src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/webpics/bobble_head.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a>The name of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Shinseki">General Shineski</a> should be plastered over the shoulder of every agree-bobbing news anchor in America on every channel. The silence is deafening though. Who dares to <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2007/4/27/195252/949">challenge the artificialness of Boy George's <i>supernatural</i> "time table"?</a></p>
<p>Ours is a Moe, Larry, Curly world after all. A small, small headed world. ... more later</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-19925807236644171462007-04-27T15:28:00.000-07:002007-04-27T15:42:20.197-07:00Failure to Burrow: The New Journalists<a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1804736442/info"><img src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/allposters/42/1804736442p.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a><p>Well what do you expect from a system that rewards Happy Hal for Shallow streams of pander and punishes Detail Oriented Lem for digging deep and getting to just the facts Mam?</p>
<p>Greg Palast complains <a href="http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2007/04/27/790/">here</a> about the new generation of mediocre U.S. reporters.</p>
<p>Another expert complains <a href="http://ahrp.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-tech-before-deadly-rage-deadly.html">here</a> about gullibility and lack of skepticism.</p>
<p>However the bottom line is that the capitalist system rewards those who sell low quality fakery over those who sell high quality gems. The Market provides. It just doesn't provide truth and honesty. It provides the brain candy we yearn for.</p>
<p>Be happy. Don't worry. Hal has you covered.</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-42800764328855088792007-04-22T09:09:00.000-07:002007-04-22T10:13:30.564-07:00Timing of the Lemm Cho's Leap just too Convenient<a href="http://ming.tv/flemming2.php/__show_article/_a000010-000332.htm"><img src="http://www.newciv.org/pic/nl/artpic/10/332/bomb_with_fuse_md_clr.gif" height="150" align="right"></a>A housekeeping note: I'm generally skeptical of <a href="http://theconspiratorsnest.blogspot.com/2007/04/news-cho-ties-to-manna-christian.html">conspiracy theories.</a> The human animal is often too bumbling, <a href="http://www.reason.com/blog/show/119742.html">too mixed up</a> and too irrational to get anything right. The idea that <a href="http://www.bullnotbull.com/images/graphics/nov-27-human.gif">a large group of bungling humans</a> can <a href="http://www.medienkritikonline.com/covers1.JPG">do anything right</a> stretches the <a href="http://www.cobalt.chem.ucalgary.ca/ziegler/educmat/chm386/rudiment/mathbas/probdisc.gif">laws of probabilities</a> to their breaking points.<br>
<p>That said, that said in the time framing first place; <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Tech_massacre_timeline#April">the timing</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walther_P22">reliability-factors</a> and <a href="http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1821481/posts">efficiency</a> of the Cho ops is just too good to be believable.</p>
<p>How did he <a href="http://www.bluehousediaries.com/showDiary.do?diaryId=572">learn to shoot a real gun</a> (not a video one) with such deadly accuracy? How did he learn to deploy a diversionary killing in his dorm, a killing of someone he apparently had no connection to?</p>
<p>Most importantly, April 16th?</p>
<p>What caused his fuse to blow on that magical date?</p>
<p>Think about it.</p>
<p>April 16th was the day before <a href="http://volokh.com/posts/1176061566.shtml">Gonzo's scheduled appearance</a> in the US Senate.</p>
<p>April 16th was the day before most Americans begin fuming over how much they pay in taxes; and for what?</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-42525868741218337752007-04-22T02:05:00.000-07:002007-04-22T03:25:24.507-07:00The Cho Choice: Either you're Pro-Cho or you're Pro-Life<a href="http://www.inthesetimes.com/issue/25/26/images/feature1_1.jpg"><img src="http://www.inthesetimes.com/issue/25/26/images/feature1_1.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a>
<p><a href="http://archives.cnn.com/2001/US/11/06/gen.attack.on.terror/">False choice:</a> Once again this irrational tactic of <a href="http://vagabondscholar.blogspot.com/2006/10/faulty-argument-patterns-and-informal.html">rhetorical debate</a> raises its ugly head.</p>
<p>There are only <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/linda-seger/practicing-compassion-in-_b_46402.html">two teams</a> on <a href="http://blogs.roanoke.com/campuswatch/archives/sports/hokies_at_home.html">the football field of life</a> and you must <a href="http://racing-girl.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-tech.html">pick</a> your <a href="http://www.roanoke.com/editorials/letters/wb/wb/xp-114034">one side</a> now. Either you whole heartedly support <a href="http://beawatson9.blogspot.com/2007/04/clues-into-psyche-of-killer.html">everything Cho Seung-Hui did</a> and you are therefore <a href="http://510punditry.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-began-today-thinking-that-i-was-not.html">just another</a> subversive <a href="http://christophgantier.wordpress.com/2007/04/22/columbine-virginia-tech-and-bullying/">Columbine Sympathizer</a> OR you totally dennounce everything he did and you <a href="http://alessandrab.blogspot.com/2007/04/fleetwood-bullying_566.html">align yourself</a> with <a href="http://www.hokiesports.com/whatsahokie.html">the jock elite</a> of America and with <a href="http://www.blueridgemuse.com/Muse2/2007/04/today_everybody.html">those who cry</a> for less than all of the fallen because Cho was a sub-human and therefore <a href="http://www.patsweblog.com/blog/2007/04/hokies_love_vir.html">does not deserve even one half of a tear drop.</a></p>
<p>Where have we seen False Flag operations before?</p>
<p>When will we ever learn?</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-18189933794632923972007-04-21T01:32:00.000-07:002007-04-21T03:05:03.776-07:00The Cho Flow: He didn't mean "you" you<a href="http://www.christianhubert.com/hypertext/mirror1.jpeg"><img src="http://www.christianhubert.com/hypertext/mirror1.jpeg" height="150" align="right"></a>
<p>The human animal is highly <a href="http://www.soliloqueer.com/images/20070105_narcissism.jpg">narcistic</a></p>
<p>So when the word <b>"YOU"</b> comes up in a dialouge, our antennas naturally go up and we immediately ask, <a href="http://www.poster.net/taxi-driver/taxi-driver-you-talkin-to-me-5000052.jpg">Are you talking to me?</a> To <a href="http://aaron.aminus3.com/images/user_000001/image_001543/IMG_1225_small.jpg">me?</a><br><br><br></p>
<p>But as more pieces of <a href="http://www.omaha.com/index.php?u_page=1216&u_sid=2369084">the Cho Seung Hui story</a> come out, it becomes painfully obvious that "you" does not mean you. <a href="http://openforum.wordpress.com/2007/04/21/as-a-victim-of-bullying-i-can-never-understand-seung-hui-cho/">Sorry there big fella.</a> We didn't mean to offend the EGOr in you. Relax, <a href="http://www.fortwayne.com/mld/newssentinel/news/editorial/17108710.htm">you</a> are still the center of the Universe. But just for a brief moment please allow us to shift the camera and point it to Cho's tormentors:</p>
<blockquote>Once, in a [High School] English class, the teacher had the students read aloud, and when it was Cho's turn, he just looked down in silence, [Chris] Davids recalled. Finally, after <b>the teacher threatened him</b> with an F for participation, Cho started to read in a strange, deep voice that sounded "like he had something in his mouth," Davids said.<br>
"As soon as he started reading, <b>the whole class started laughing</b> and pointing and saying, 'Go back to China,'" Davids said.</blockquote>
<p><br>Imagine for a moment (Yes, it's hard to keep the camera from swinging back to you. We'll get back to you after this brief ADHD message.) Imagine a line up of all the people who tormented Cho in high school and in college. Imagine that many of the allegations of bullying are true.</p>
<blockquote> Dr Marissa Randozza, a psychologist in Nevada who formerly worked for the US secret service, told <a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/world/americas/article2469257.ece">The Independent</a> that Cho fitted the pattern of previous school shooters. In 2002 Dr Randozza co-authored a seminal study on school shootings that found that 71 per cent of perpetrators "felt bullied, persecuted or injured by others".<br>
"We found that bullying usually happened closer to the actual shooting [than may have happened in this case]," she said. "In some instances we found that [shooters] were bullied so much it had been a torment, they felt despondent and desperate. It could be this pushed [Cho] into a downward spiral if he experienced bullying before going to Virginia Tech." </blockquote><br>
<p>Given that kind of context, let's try plugging in the more probable "you" into Cho's allegedly insane rantings:</p>
<blockquote>- "<b><i>You [who have tormented me]</i></b> had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today. But <b><i>you</i></b> decided to spill my blood. <b><i>You</i></b> forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was <b><i>yours</i></b>. Now <b><i>you [who have tormented me]</i></b> have blood on <b><i>your</i></b> hands that will never wash off."<br>
- "I didn't have to do it. I could have left. I could have fled [Va. Tech]. But now I am no longer running. It's not for me, [it's] for my children and my brothers and sisters that <b><i>you [who have tormented me]</i></b> (F-expletived). I did it for them."<br>
- "<b><i>You [who have tormented me]</i></b> just loved to crucify me. <b><i>You</i></b> loved inducing cancer in my head, terror in my heart and ripping my soul all this time."<br>
- "<b><i>You [who have tormented me]</i></b> have vandalized my heart, raped my soul and torched my conscience. <b><i>You</i></b> thought it was one pathetic boy's life you were extinguishing. Thanks to <b><i>you</i></b>, I die like Jesus Christ, to inspire generations of the weak and the defenseless people."<br>
- "Do <b><i>you [who have tormented me]</i></b> know what it feels like to be spit on your face and have trash shoved down your throat? Do <b><i>you</i></b> know what it feels like to dig your own grave? Do <b><i>you</i></b> know what it feels like to have your throat slashed from ear to ear? Do <b><i>you</i></b> know what it feels like to be torched alive? Do <b><i>you</i></b> know what it feels like to be humiliated and be impaled upon a cross and left to bleed to death for <b><i>your</i></b> amusement?<br>
<b><i>You [who have tormented me]</i></b> have never felt a single ounce of pain <b><i>your</i></b> whole life. And <b><i>you</i></b> want to inject as much misery in our lives because <b><i>you</i></b> can, just because <b><i>you</i></b> can. <b><i>You</i></b> had everything <b><i>you</i></b> wanted. <b><i>Your</i></b> Mercedes wasn't enough, <b><i>you</i></b> brats. <b><i>Your</i></b> golden necklaces weren't enough, you snobs. <b><i>Your</i></b> trust fund wasn't enough. <b><i>Your</i></b> vodka and cognac wasn't enough. All <b><i>your</i></b> debaucheries weren't enough. Those weren't enough to fulfill <b><i>your</i></b> hedonistic needs. <b><i>You [who have tormented me]</i></b> had everything."<br>
- "When the time came, I did it. I had to."</blockquote><br><br>
Kind of starts to make sense now, huh?Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-67464652625690442072007-04-19T03:17:00.000-07:002007-04-20T14:07:27.190-07:00Disturbingly, Cho is US(A)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6qRM6N4LYLVsBmKYI_6e1iw3kRfCg50nRid6IZOV1I8RWOERXl54VwwDLtmq83ob3p5-H67Uj6KMDXeTOussGMgBSwz-ZS6mEXcMY_rEcDRutta9HLgGs18zLld_02SxWUO2nEQ/s1600-h/Cho_is_USA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6qRM6N4LYLVsBmKYI_6e1iw3kRfCg50nRid6IZOV1I8RWOERXl54VwwDLtmq83ob3p5-H67Uj6KMDXeTOussGMgBSwz-ZS6mEXcMY_rEcDRutta9HLgGs18zLld_02SxWUO2nEQ/s400/Cho_is_USA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055081803619631138" border="0" /></a>
<p>Why the fascination with <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/c/cho_seunghui/index.html?inline=nyt-per">Cho</a>?</p>
<p>Why the insistence that he is <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/19/us/19korea.html?n=Top%2fReference%2fTimes%20Topics%2fPeople%2fC%2fCho%2c%20Seung%2dHui">not American</a>?</p>
<p>He grew up here.<br>He was molded here.<br>For heavens sake, he was an "English" major.</p>
<p>And yet the papers are peppered with mention that <a href="http://www.thestar.com/News/article/204826">he is "Korean"</a>. (Oh did we forget to mention that <a href="http://leninology.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-only-hed-been-muslim.html">he is "Koran-eeyan"</a>? Did we huh, did we?)</p>
<p><br><b>[New Insert:]</b> Sorry folk. I know my recent rant sounds almost as cognitively disconnected as Cho's. The point to think about is this. Cho was not born speaking English. The English words that came out of his mouth were programmed into him by the culture he encounterd here, in the good old USSA. Below is some verse I found out there on the internet. It's not Cho's. It looks like some sort of popular teen lyrics perhaps. I don't know. Do you? Compare the lyrics to Cho's rants. Are you spotting similarities? Where did Cho pick up this concept of "vandalizing my heart"? What did it mean to him? Watch Cho's video (CNN copy <a href="javascript:cnnVideo('play','/video/us/2007/04/19/tuchman.nbc.manifesto.cnn','2009/04/18');">here</a>). He is clearly reading from a prepared text. The text appears to have originated in popular American culture, in song lyrics, or rap lyrics; things like that. Note that MSM refuses to pick up on the cues. Sticks and stones can break my bones, but .... hmmm.<br></p>
<p>In the below, all I did was Google some of the weird phrases Cho used to see if there is similar phraseology on the Internet. This is something any journalist with half a shred of original thought could have done. But no. They all paint Cho's troubled brain as a Seouless Cold Blooded Murderer. A monster. Not one of us. Not from us. One of "them". One from the other herd.</p>
<p>Google search #1: "Vandalized My Heart" Results: <a href="http://www.eatbees.com/blog/2007/04/18/american-martyr/">Eatbees</a>, <a href="http://thelightinadarkworld.wordpress.com/2007/04/19/killer-mimicked-scenes-from-film/">OldBoy</a>, <a href="http://wonkymuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/ismail-ax-and-killers-manifesto.html">Wonky</a>, <a href="http://www.davidwilton.net/2007/04/his_anguish_is_.html">ClueHunter</a>, <a href="http://jonnberg.com/2007/04/19/ismail-ax/">DemonHunter</a>, <a href="http://blogsearch.google.com/blogsearch?hl=en&lr=&as_qdr=all&filter=0&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&um=1&tab=wb&q=%22vandalized+my+heart%22&scoring=d">more ...</a><br></p>
<blockquote><b><a href="http://www.xanga.com/JustMorgan_88/496162487/item.html">Vandalized My Heart</a></b>
<br>
I trusted you without being asked to.<br>
I loved you without being told to.<br>
I helped you without being begged to.<br>
I showed you happiness without being forced to.<br>
<br>
I cared for you without your consent.<br>
I listened to you without ever interrupting.<br>
I sacrificed my time so you would feel better.<br>
I gave you a friend without all the hard work.<br>
I told you all my secrets on my own will.<br>
I let you into my life with a simple knock on the door.<br>
(<a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=71626045&blogID=217896684&MyToken=99d25f46-f382-404a-8d3b-9f8a3c393515">more</a> & <a href="http://www.webdelsol.com/5_trope/10/kaplan.htm">more</a> ...)</blockquote>
Compare the above Vandalized lyrics to some of <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/04/18/vtech.nbc/">Cho's own words</a>:
<blockquote>"<u>You have vandalized my heart</u>,<br>raped my soul and torched my conscience.<br>
You thought it was one pathetic boy's life you were extinguishing. Thanks to you, I die like Jesus Christ, to inspire generations of the weak and the defenseless people."</blockquote>
<p>Google search #2: "Raped my soul" Results: <a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/r/ralyrics/skornlyrics.html">SkornLyrics</a>, <a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Kathryn-lyrics-Labyrinth/2D81BD39477C0D8F48256CF100329E4D">KathrynBeMine</a>, </p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-41095574269442143142007-04-15T05:49:00.000-07:002007-04-16T05:08:34.882-07:00How Green Was my War Zone?<a href="http://images.salon.com/opinion/feature/2006/02/15/tomengelhardt/story.jpg"><img src="http://images.salon.com/opinion/feature/2006/02/15/tomengelhardt/story.jpg" align="right" height="150" /></a>
<p>At the <b>Lemming Institute of Global Human Theatrics</b>
(<a href="http://www.ifct.net/index.html">The LIGHT</a>) we are always fascinated
with the human creature's attraction to <a href="http://www.diycalculator.com/imgs/console-09.gif">primary colors</a> (<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Red,</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 155, 0);">Green,</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);">Blue;</span></span> or <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.diycalculator.com/sp-cvision.shtml"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">R</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">G</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">B</span></a> for short).<br></p>
<p>As of late, <u><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 155, 0);">GREEN,</span></b></u> is the color of The Glory and <a href="http://www.sundancechannel.com/blogs/thegreen">The Salvation</a> for them.</p>
<p><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 155, 0);">GREEN,</span></b> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Color_psychology">decodes</a> into so many <a href="http://psych.hanover.edu/Krantz/tutor.html#Sensation%20and%20Perception">complicated</a> ideations in their <a href="http://www.brainboomer.com/2006/10/31/a-neurology-of-beauty-can-transform-even-a-bad-day/">primate prefrontals.</a></p>
<p><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 155, 0);">GREEN,</span></b> is the color of a War Zone in which they feel <a href="http://www.robrogers.com/cartoons/2004/images/013104%20Dr%20Strangelove.gif">strangely fail safe.</a></p>
<p><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 155, 0);">GREEN,</span></b> is the color of their MONEY, a span of their federal reserves and <a href="http://www.green-envy.co.uk/">a measure</a> of <a href="http://ascenderrisesabove.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/envycolor.jpg">their envy.</a></p>
<p><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 155, 0);">GREEN,</span></b> means never having <a href="http://thewall.civiblog.org/rsf/pa_earth.html">to say</a> you're <a href="http://www.fhsu.edu/geo/esw/photowinners.html">Ecologically Incorrect (EI).</a></p>
<p><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 155, 0);">GREEN,</span></b> is <a href="http://www.energybulletin.net/28602.html">the "New" Red, White and Blue</a> (according to one of their great philosophers).</p>
<p></p>
<p><u><b><span style="color: rgb(155, 0, 0);">RED,</span></b></u> on the other hand means that you are no tree-hugging commie pinko heart bleeder. When you see RED, you are angry. You are conseRvative and Right tilted; but most of all you are angry. You are angry at that Green Gobble Gobble Gore turkey. It's his fault. He makes you see Red. He Rubs you the wRong way. His Greenie ways gouge a great gash into your Red-Blooded Patriotic Heart. Your Red, White and, err ... Red again angry Heart.</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-2686432981228519002007-04-10T16:07:00.000-07:002007-04-10T16:30:41.816-07:00Nuke-a-topia unfairly linked to life-loving lemmings<p>Hey. Unfair. Why drag the good name of life-loving burrow-happy lemmings into <a href="http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2007/04/10/429/">this</a>?</p>
<a href="http://atangledweb.typepad.com/weblog/2006/04/lemmings_urged_.html"><img src="http://atangledweb.typepad.com/weblog/images/lemming.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a><blockquote>The fifty-year multi-trillion dollar failure of atomic energy has resumed its lemming-like march to madness.</blockquote>
<p>Lemmings prefer to live a radiation-free life. If the Lemm Lord had meant for us to be irradiated, He would not have gifted our glorious planet with a magnetic shield and an ozone layer.<br></p>
<p>Rage, yes, Rage against the precipice. Do not fall so freely for the lurid lure of fall out. Do not go gently into that green glow dark of nuclear night. There are alternatives. Step back and return to thine senses. Oh you humanity.<br></p>
<p>(Well my fellow lemms, what say you now? Do we unleash the rodent flu on the planet plundering humans or do we wait some more for signs of intelligent life amongst them? The hour grows short.)</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-10569082037364792742007-04-04T08:19:00.000-07:002007-04-04T08:21:02.949-07:00Stepping Up<a href="http://events.stepitup2007.org/"><img src="http://www.stepitup2007.org//img/map_static.gif" height="150" align="right"></a>Al Gore unveils a new Step (it) Up campaign. (Click on image)Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-50580173502974690772007-04-03T13:55:00.000-07:002007-04-03T14:28:32.226-07:00As If They Were Bananas<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bananas_(film)"><img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/19/Bananas1.jpg/175px-Bananas1.jpg" height="150" align="right"></a><p>Yesterday's Supreme Court decision <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massachusetts_v._Environmental_Protection_Agency">(Mass. v. EPA)</a> still baffles many a reader. What was it about? Who won? What did they win?</p>
<p>Forget about the "law" for a moment and think back to Woody Allen's movie, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bananas_(film)">"Bananas"</a>. There is a scene in there where the allegedly benevolent dictator takes over, goes mad (goes bananas) and declares that all citizens must now wear their underwear on the outside instead of down under where they used to.</p>
<p>How would the U.S. Supreme Court handle such a situtation if, say, some concerned citizens sued and wanted the Dictator to deregulate underwear?</p>
<p>The conservative 4 on the bench may see it this way: He is after all the Administrator (El Dictator). He is entitled to do what is appropriate in "his judgment". Who are we to interfere with the judgment of El Dictator? The people have no standing to complain about the underwear situation. We say, "stay the course". Keep the underwear on the outside. Conservativism is all about avoiding change.</p>
<p>The bleeding brain liberals may see it this way: Although the law says "his judgment"; surely the law makers could not have been so stupid as to mean even if the Adminstrator is irrational. Besides, another part of the law requires the Administrator (Dictator) to demonstrate that he is rational by articulating a "reasonable" explantion for his ruling. Ergo, since he has not yet articulated any rational explanation, the people do have a right to challenge his sanity.</p>
<p>Well there you have it. The 5-to-4 majority in Mass. v. EPA is saying that the EPA's Adminstrator must demonstrate that he is not bananas in refusing to regulate CO2 emissions from automobiles. So far, in "their judgment" he has not risen to the reasonably rational level. On the other hand, CO2 levels have risen to the reasonably alarm-worthy level.</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-41439716665636496232007-04-02T08:44:00.000-07:002012-11-21T03:39:03.041-08:00Hanging to the Ledge by Slimmest Edge (Mass v. EPA)<script type="text/javascript" src="http://jh.revolvermaps.com/m.js"></script><script type="text/javascript">rmm_ki101('0',130,'7byn3esjsjt','ff0000');</script><br />
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<a href="http://www.scotusblog.com/movabletype/archives/05-1120All.pdf">The opinion</a> <br />
<p>Respected scientists believe ... [that] when carbon dioxide is released into the atmosphere, it acts like the ceiling of a greenhouse, trapping solar energy and retarding the escape of reflected heat. It is therefore a species the most important speciesof a greenhouse gas.</p><p>... In the late 1970s, the Federal Government began devoting serious attention to the possibility that carbon dioxide emissions associated with human activity could provoke climate change. In 1978, Congress enacted the National Climate Program Act, 92 Stat. 601, which required the President to establish a program to assist the Nation and the world to understand and respond to natural and maninduced climate processes and their implications, id., §3. President Carter, in turn, asked the National Research Council, the working arm of the National Academy of Sciences, to investigate the subject. The Councils response was unequivocal: If carbon dioxide continues to increase, the study group finds no reason to doubt that climate changes will result and no reason to believe that these changes will be negligible. . . . A wait-and-see policy may mean waiting until it is too late.</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-66041287827528336122007-03-30T05:08:00.000-07:002007-03-31T12:19:17.895-07:00For Whom The School Bell Tolls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IgCboETCKu6s5upXmfMHZvIB2lA1ddxEwpL6HGjdBBupj2IPBahMnNNFMVjG_TIkwzeqi-qMcWcnzVXIsVW02YL9ueS13Q_mu6HvH6P_wS41XUu0WlACtH2c0kMDZ0Vl_DanPw/s1600-h/jock.elite.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IgCboETCKu6s5upXmfMHZvIB2lA1ddxEwpL6HGjdBBupj2IPBahMnNNFMVjG_TIkwzeqi-qMcWcnzVXIsVW02YL9ueS13Q_mu6HvH6P_wS41XUu0WlACtH2c0kMDZ0Vl_DanPw/s400/jock.elite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047688761991291474" border="0" /></a>
<p>All Lemmings are created <a href="http://www.online-literature.com/orwell/animalfarm/10/">equal.</a></p>
<p>Some Lemmings, though, are <a href="http://media.www.usishield.com/media/storage/paper605/news/2007/03/01/Opinion/Female.Athletes.Need.Equal.Pay-2748931.shtml">more equal</a> than others.</p>
<p>Consider if you will the case of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pat_Tillman">Lemm Tillman</a> (no affiliation to the lawyer Lemm, <a href="http://www.kgoam810.com/djadditionalinformation.asp?djid=3556">Tillem</a>).</p>
<p>Clearly Tillman was chosen by the Lemm Lord to be deserving of extra praise, of <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2004/05/04/MNG386FDDB1.DTL&hw=tillman&sn=002&sc=916">extra adulation</a> and extraordinary treatment. He was gifted with an athletic body and a statuesque countenance. This was a sign from the Lemm Lords. The cheerleaders knew and they cheered him his whole life. <a href="http://watch.windsofchange.net/pics/r2894652751.jpg">They all came to weep for him,</a> over his flag draped coffin, after he had made the "<a href="http://www.cosmoetica.com/B161-DES105.htm">ultimate sacrifice,</a>" the one that put him over the edge of the ledge "for God and Country". Truly Mother Nature can look us square in the eyes and proclaim that this was a True Lemm, a Noble Lemm.</p>
<p>Consider on the other hand, the case of <a href="http://www.blackfive.net/main/2005/08/army_specialist.html">Casey</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cindy_sheehan">the SheLemm Cindy's unworthy son</a>. He was and is a nobody. He did not play varsity lemmball. He did not pledge allegiance at every game. He did not garner the spot light. The cheer leaders did come a weeping to his grave site. No. Only one bleeding heart, left titling and unworthy mother stood over his mound. Who is she? Who was he? Nobodies.</p>
<p>God Bless Lemmerica, Land that we love.</p>
<p>Most of all, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/cdp/member-reviews/AQBSJ3OTSO0FD/ref=cm_pdp_profile_reviews/104-2874409-2929512?ie=UTF8&sort%5Fby=MostRecentReview">God bless our jock elite</a>, the ones who truly count.</p>
<p><a href="http://stepnotes.blogspot.com/2007/03/adoration-of-jock-elite.html">More</a> ...
</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14670626.post-89254156592933805122007-03-24T01:47:00.000-07:002007-03-26T02:25:08.192-07:00Freedom's Edge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbn1s0FDYIOWimnJbVvk89JIjCpRgA6bEcrYm5mII5zYVcX25C4MRaQXd-bsW_EYkWg4P_0D8DrQk-wUOLpvp9Tctv4IkeQXaeD25uNaQQV5p5OKIaK_VOrHmusWVc2T14ObyEaA/s1600-h/Gore.v.Inhofe(deleware)1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbn1s0FDYIOWimnJbVvk89JIjCpRgA6bEcrYm5mII5zYVcX25C4MRaQXd-bsW_EYkWg4P_0D8DrQk-wUOLpvp9Tctv4IkeQXaeD25uNaQQV5p5OKIaK_VOrHmusWVc2T14ObyEaA/s400/Gore.v.Inhofe(deleware)1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045410452780711218" border="0" /></a>
<p><a style="color: rgb(0, 110, 0);" href="http://stepnotes.blogspot.com/2007/03/step-note-3242007b.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Don't tread on me. </span></a> ... <a href="http://electioncentral.tpmcafe.com/blog/electioncentral/2007/feb/13/romney_freedom_will_make_the_new_american_dream_possible">Live free</a> or die. These are the words <a href="http://www.shelleytherepublican.com/2007/02/04/sunday-prayer-4.aspx">enshrined</a> in America's concept of "<a href="http://www.nationalreview.com/nrof_bartlett/bartlett200410180819.asp">freedom</a>", of the "<a href="http://www.renewamerica.us/columns/stone/021121">American Dream</a>" itself. We take it as a given that <a href="http://www.americanrhetoric.com/speeches/mlkihaveadream.htm">all men</a> are born with the inalienable right <a href="http://todaysamericandream.com/reclaimyourdream.html">to acquire property</a> and <a href="http://americandreamcoalition.org/adcblog2/?p=475">pursue happiness</a> in <a href="http://civillibertarian.blogspot.com/2007/03/global-ruling-class-billionaires-and.html">whatever manner</a> they see fit. For what else do you think the American Revolutionary War was fought? For what other reason did all our grandfathered forefathers <a href="http://www.anchorrising.com/barnacles/001726.html">come to America</a> in the first place?</p>
<p>So when <a href="http://stepnotes.blogspot.com/2007/03/mr-gore-goes-to-washington.html">Al Gore shows up to testify in Congress</a> that carbon must be taxed and no man is any longer his own SUV island; well of course those who defend our "freedoms" are going to see red. <a href="http://rabett.blogspot.com/2007/03/war-on-gore-latest-skirmish-in-long.html">They're going to see Al</a> as a Pinko Commie traitor rather that as Jesus incarnate come here to "Save the World".</p>
<p>Two <a href="http://www.theglobalist.com/DBWeb/printStoryId.aspx?StoryId=4498">diametrically opposed views</a> of how the world should be. A classic confrontation between those who want no government (anarchy) and those who want central environmental planning (Greenarchy). Which way will America row her boat?</p>Step Backhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178091823442339760noreply@blogger.com0