Thursday, October 21, 2004

I’m on vacation as of Friday afternoon. Can you tell I’m already on vacation, mentally? This is my 3rd post this morning. I don’t think I’ve done a smidgen of productive work in the last 2 hours. If my boss comes across the blog, my apologies. However, I'm quite sure my clients will get along just fine without my full attention for the remainder of the week.

By the way, here’s a link to where I’ll be until Election Day Eve.

Drudge just linked a wire story about Bill Clinton’s alleged desire to be the Secretary-General of the UN. I started to laugh when I first read this, but then I thought, “How bad could this flight of fancy really be?” Honestly, could he really do much damage leading an organization of corrupt, feckless, moral equivocating bureaucrats?

Man, I hope their sexual harassment policy is up to date.

Mother faxed me a Telegraph Journal column by Charles Moore, a freelance writer from Nova Scotia. The piece laid out a persuasive case for the importation of the Fox News Channel to Canada. As it stands, government media regulators in the “progressive” North have exercised their eminent paternal wisdom and shielded Canadians from those dastardly Fox airwaves, lest they be confronted with the harsh reality that articulate conservative punditry actually does exist on this planet.

According to Mr. Moore, there are some strong indications that the regulators are about to acquiesce begrudgingly; Fox will soon grace Canada’s liberally tainted cable news space. And not a moment too soon. I knew something was amiss when I heard friends back home make statements like “Chris Matthews on Hardball is a right-winger”, and “I dig Aaron Brown on CNN. He’s always fair and balanced.” Dear Lord! To say it’s time for a new alternative is a colossal understatement.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Bush Schooling Botox on the big screen.

30,000 Strong. Anyone still doubt Arizona is Bush Country?

Quick update. Huge post-debate Bush rally at Bank One Ballpark last night. At least 30,000+ in attendance. People lined up in droves for hours to get in. I’ll post pictures on the blog as soon as I download them from the digital camera.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

The wife and I went out for a quiet anniversary dinner last night, yet we somehow found ourselves smack dab in the middle of an impromptu Bush rally. As we exited the Phoenix City Grille restaurant around 6:30pm, we noticed the entire intersection at 16th St. & Bethany Home Rd. was blocked by squad cars and motorcycle cops. Onlookers told us the Presidential motorcade was due to zoom by any minute. Sure enough, it came, but it stopped just across the street. The President chose to dine at Dick's Hideaway, a local hole-in-the-wall, with Senator & Mrs. McCain.

Still stuffed from dinner, I was anxious to get home for a catnap and a healthy dose of Pepto-Bismol. The wife conjured other plans; "How often do we get to stand here and watch for the President while he eats?" So, I relented. For the next 90 minutes, we stood on the sidewalk, staring at the dozens of police and secret service agents milling about in Dick's parking lot.

At first, there was only a handful of gawkers. Soon a couple of dozen people congregated around us, with at least as many across the street. One woman wearing a Kerry/Edwards button called in reinforcements, as it became quite clear to her that our corner was indeed a little piece of Bush Country. Things were heating up, so I ran back to my car to snag a "Viva Bush" placard. Just then, a parade of local news crews arrived. NBC12 interviewed me, but I didn’t make it on the air. I guess I didn't say anything particularly inflammatory. They spoke to the Kerry/Edwards woman, too. I missed what she said to them, though she did look quite animated, with flailing arms and all. Thankfully, she didn’t make the evening news, either.

Before we knew it, the President was on the move. As the limo zipped past us, he was right there, face in the window, waving at us as we cheered and chanted "4 More Years". The wife is still a little awestruck. “Now, we’ll always remember our first wedding anniversary,” she said.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Upon hearing the news of Christopher Reeve’s death, the first thought that popped into my head was, “the loons are going to say Bush killed Superman.” True to form, yesterday’s meme from the fringe was:

    a) Bush curtailed some federally funded embryonic stem cell research on ethical grounds,

    b) Christopher Reeve might have benefited from an as yet undiscovered cure for spinal cord injuries that might have resulted from further embryonic stem cell research,

    c) Christopher Reeve died before receiving a cure for his spinal cord injury,

    d) Christopher Reeve played Superman in 4 movies,

    e) ergo, Bush killed Superman.
Far be it for the Democratic Party to abstain from delving further in the whistle stop idiocy that has plagued it since Howard Dean's "I have a scream" speech during the primary race. Drudge is reporting that VP candidate John “BoyToy” Edwards declared today:

When John Kerry is president, people like Christopher Reeve are going to walk. Get up out of that wheelchair and walk again.

Christ, did Benny Hinn sign up as a campaign advisor, too?

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Anyone who reads my idle ruminations knows full well the depth of my annoyance with biased media reports of major economic news releases. To read some of the headlines from the news wires, one would think the US was on verge of a cataclysmic depression.

Finally, someone took notice of my pet peeve.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

MSN posted an article today entitled, “You Can Get a Job With Any Major”, which included a list of famous and influential people whose undergraduate majors seem to belie their career tracks. Who knew Janet Reno was a chemistry major? Or, that Alan Greenspan studied music?

I found the article amusing because it reminded me of the intense obsession with “majors” I witnessed as an undergrad. I’ll admit I wasn’t spared of the angst, either. From my first day on campus, I was a prototypical commerce student, and proud of it. It wasn’t until the end of my sophomore year that I realized my specific area of study might not matter all that much in the grand scheme of things.

At an information session hosted by the Queen’s School of Business, my fellow Commies (Short for commerce. No, the irony was not lost on us.) and I listened intently as instructors from each of the school’s disciplines made their pitches. Before each of them told us why we should spend the next couple of years studying accounting, or marketing, or operations, or whatever, they gave us a brief synopsis of their respective careers. What struck me most was how varied their lives were. None of the profs said anything resembling, “I always wanted to be a marketing professor. I majored in marketing as an undergrad, got my doctorate in marketing, and here I am standing before you, a marketing professor!” The accounting prof had a Masters degree in French, yet somehow found himself with a PhD in forensic accounting theory. The labor relations prof was a naval officer and a diplomat in the Middle East. The logistics prof was an aerospace engineer who worked in the oil industry because he didn’t like designing rockets. Etc, etc, etc.

The point is, I mostly agree with the article. As I learned that day, one’s undergraduate major does not necessarily ordain one’s career track. Technically, I was a finance major, yet I’ve spent the last several years designing and implementing billing software for dialysis laboratories. My degree and my work are barely tangentially related, and I’m likely to embark on a whole new, unrelated career track within the next couple of years.

So, if any of my dozens of cousins are approaching college age, I’ll advise you not to worry about the “major” thing too much. Just pick something that’s interesting and not completely useless, and you’ll do just fine. (But, I do have one caveat: remember that Aunt Trish is a bankruptcy trustee, and an alarmingly high proportion of her clients who default on student loans have degrees that end in “ology”.)

For the most part, liberals are pacifists, right? They’re all about peace, love and goodwill for all mankind, right? They abhor violence and discrimination, right?

Good to know, otherwise I would have made way too much of the recent news about the burglary at the Bush/Cheney Washington State HQ, the burning of swastikas in Republican supporters’ yards in Madison, Wisconsin, and the shooting at the Bush campaign office in Knoxville, Tennessee.

Monday, October 04, 2004

Oh, please, please, please, let this story be legit:
Iraqi intelligence documents, confiscated by U.S. forces and obtained by, show numerous efforts by Saddam Hussein's regime to work with some of the world's most notorious terror organizations, including al Qaeda, to target Americans. They demonstrate that Saddam's government possessed mustard gas and anthrax, both considered weapons of mass destruction, in the summer of 2000, during the period in which United Nations weapons inspectors were not present in Iraq. And the papers show that Iraq trained dozens of terrorists inside its borders.

Friday, October 01, 2004

During the debate, Botox seemed enamored with this whole summit business. Sounds a lot like the "Kumbaya Diplomacy" I wrote about back in March.

By the way, here's what the President said about summits in Allentown, PA today:
"The cornerstone of Senator Kerry's plan for Iraq is that he would convene a summit. I've been to a lot of summits. I've never seen a meeting that would depose a tyrant, or bring a terrorist to justice..."

Of course, I watched the debate last night. First impressions? As expected, Botox gets the style points, but Bush had the substance. Botox did well in projecting a more resolute image of himself, but glossed over his positions with his trademark “nuance” so thoroughly that it’s going to take a few days for the media and the blogosphere to flesh out what he was trying to convey. Here’s an example:

BOTOX: …the president made a mistake in invading Iraq.

LEHRER: Are Americans now dying in Iraq for a mistake?

BOTOX: No, and they don't have to, providing we have the leadership that we put -- that I'm offering.

Confused? I am. If going into Iraq was a mistake, are the soldiers not dying there mistakenly? The President was effective in exploiting that obvious contradiction, and he did so numerous times last night.

Botox also tried repeatedly to assert that Bush erred by shifting his focus away from the job of capturing a cornered Osama bin Laden in Tora Bora. If you take that argument at face value, as Botox hopes you will, you are making a rather grand assumption that killing bin Laden will hasten the end of Islamo-fascist terrorism. That’s a rather specious notion. Sure, it would be great to finally get rid of him, but there’s more to the story. Al-Qaeda, and all the other myriad Islamo-fascist organizations operating throughout the Middle East, will undoubtedly carry on an intense terror campaign whether bin Laden is torched or not. Some, particularly those on the left, argue that his death or capture could make him a sort of martyr, which might embolden the terrorists even further, at least in the short-term.

The President understands that maintaining a singular focus on killing bin Laden is a myopic approach to achieving the broader objective of stopping global terrorism. He concluded that converting terror-enabling nations to terror-disabling nations by promoting democracy and freedom would be a far more effective strategy. On this, he is dead right. Despite all of Botox’s fancy, nuanced talking points and his Yale Debating Society pedigree, he showed last night that he fundamentally does not comprehend the nature of the War on Terror.

I still say it will be Bush by 5 on Election Night.