L. Brent Bozell said today in his syndicated column that “…the networks were nothing less than stenographers to protest, because they don’t see it as their role to question the demonstrators, only to celebrate them. Show me one example—one example in the past thirty years—where anyone in the national news media has accorded the same courtesy to the tens of thousands who annually protest the horror of abortion.”
Damn fine point! I don’t understand why some issues have to be treated as complex when they aren’t, like the concept of “illegal immigrants” somehow having rights under our constitution, when the same people choose to oversimplify other issues for the sake of their own convenience. What a wonderful thing it would be those who report got off their high horses and realized their own biases.
Bozell also said, “…if the media’s job is simply to report without prejudice, then what of the views of the vast majority of Americans, outraged by the sight of illegal aliens demanding ‘rights’ from the government they refuse to obey?”
The answer is those views don’t count, because some people have this whole concept of “entitlement” that is going to be this country’s downfall. I don’t even have the patience to expound much on my opinions on this at the moment, but I had to type something because I’m sick to death of hearing the issues hashed over and over while no one does a damn thing about it.
What we need is less government, more decency and respect (from everyone toward everyone), and the freedom to live our own life without being forced to carry others on our backs.
Okay, we have three cats, and three litter boxes, two by the back door and one in the bathroom. As I walked into the hall by the bathroom, I can smell (strongly) a recent deposit. But when I went into the bathroom there was no smell. Back in the hall, still smelly. So I look around to see where a bad bad kitty has left a present. Can’t find a thing. No smell in the kitchen by the other two boxes, or in the bathroom by that box, just in the hallway, where there’s no poop to be found.
Either cats have learned to fart solid clouds that smell like poo, or there’s very well hidden shite somewhere in my house.
And what has a man come to, when he spends a half hour wandering around looking for cat poo?
Nothing like a week full of sick people in the house to make a guy think that there’s something to that X-Files episode about government experiments in biological warfare. I never even got over the cough thing I had this last month, which was *almost* gone, but then the kids brought home some bug which has messed me up this weekend.
A short while ago I was given a job offer that I seriously considered taking, which would have mean at the least much less time spent doing my web site business – but it didn’t pan out due to my asking for too much money.
However, I have decided that the time has long since come that I need to get off my buttocks and expand my business. This means getting an office, hiring a few people, and “moving on up”.
Tomorrow I am looking at some available office space, though it may be slightly premature. I first need to get my business plan together and figure out a few things.
I’ve been thinking about this for a long while now, but am tired of just thinking about it. So, “Browser of Thundera, give me sight beyond sight! Firefox, Firefox, Firefox, HO!”
Okay, maybe you knew that already. But at least for tonight, I am admitting it to the world. Or maybe it’s not so much love, as a desperate desire to be *able* to love myself. (And I’m not even talking about the kind of love some of you might *think* I would be talking about.)
Or maybe it’s fear. Fear of having one’s life mean nothing after one is gone. (The one of course being myself – other ones can fend for one’s selves.) It might be fear that drives me to try to archive my life. And I’m not talking about this blog thing here either… but all the audio, video and pictures over the years of bands, radio shows and TV shows that I have helped to spew into the universe.
Friedrich Nietzsche apparently said “If you stare into the Abyss long enough the Abyss stares back at you.” What you get when you stare into yourself long enough can be equally disturbing.
Three to four hours and I still can’t get a couple of stupid windows XP computers to share a printer nicely. Got a wireless broadband router today that works perfectly, so we can use both computers online at the same time. Supposedly you can easily share a printer as well. The liars. So much for an NMU networking degree.
To take the edge off, I wasted a bit more time afterwards taking pointless photos of myself with a new webcam just because I can, and to throw more into rotation on this sorry excuse for a blog.
On the up side of things, the Behringer mixer that was an upgraded replacement for one I had that died, died itself after 1 hour of use on Sunday night the other week. It took a week or two, but I’ve talked them into upgrading me to the next model up, again, in the hopes that eventually I’ll reach a level of quality that will approach normal expectation of use. What’s nice is, despite the crap breaking (3 different items now in less than 5 months!) I’ve managed to go from a PMH880S to a PMH3000 to now a PMH5000.
The warranty guy told me on the phone today that if the PMH5000 breaks, he will personally drive up here and throw it in the lake.
That would almost make up for the frustration. Not even sure why, but it would make my day.
If you *haven’t* seen this before, it’s a neat thing to learn, about the way the human brain works. Check out the following quote from another site:
“I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!”
These commercials actually make me want to buy one of the cars. I don’t know what the hell it is about “Vee dub” but I thought these were awesome works of marketing.
Decided to write a letter to the editor of the Mining Journal after reading a Susan Estrich column at lunch today. So, tonight I submitted the following through their web site:
On Thursday the 16th of March, Susan Estrich said in her column that “Abortion opponents are willing to sacrifice the health of the mother for the sake of their ideology. Women come last.”
Though I realize that by being male my opinion is discounted by some at the outset, I still feel the need to correct this offensive mischaracterization made by Susan. What she seems not to understand is that some people oppose abortion because the idea of killing an innocent child for any reason is morally repugnant. You can concoct analogy after analogy to justify any situation you want to discuss, but in the end it really does come down to a choice: to terminate a human life or not.
You can comfort yourself by rationalizing that before a certain number of months a child is not really a child, but until science has made the line a lot clearer I refuse to err on the side of convenience.
Life is complicated and messy, and so answers to problems are not always easy to find. Where do we draw the line? In my opinion, way too many people will choose the path of least resistance – whatever is easiest or feels best – rather than what is “the right thing to do.”
I would ask that if you’re going to debate this issue, debate it without trying to villainize your opponents. I oppose abortion for any reason other than immediate medical life and death decisions that cannot be made ahead of time, and I do so because I care about the children who are not given a choice. Should I tell you that because you support abortion you must not care about babies? That you put children last?
The idea of abortion being a “right” disgusts me. Don’t tell me it’s about ideology.
So… the sump pump stops working and the basement floods. But I suppose at least it’s not sewage this time.
Finally went to see the doc after weeks of coughing. Turns out to be bronchitis (which doesn’t really mean anything specific, I could have told you there was an inflammation of my air passages). But they handed out some drugs to take, saying it should be better within a few days. Professional optimism if ya ask me.
The fun part is that the two drugs were Azithromycin and Benzonatate. Among the possible side effects for one is diarrhea, and among the possible side effects for the other is constipation. Does that mean they’ll cancel out? Or just alternate every five minutes? There’s a fun few days.
Figured I’d go see a movie tonight to take my mind off of things, so went to see Ultraviolet. Whoops. Bad movie. Plot holes big enough to drive an asteroid through, and really piss poor acting. Some of the special effects were the wrong kind of special, too. WAY too obviously animated. I suppose it’s to be expected that if a few comic-book movies succeed that everyone’s gonna try to copy them, but I wish they hadn’t. Two hours and $17 I wouldn’t mind having back.
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