Music of the Day: Bill Evans, Push.

Failed policies in Iraq! A new Taliban spring offensive in Afghanistan, signifying failure there! Failure to solve the continuing gas crisis! Failre to properly police homosexual Congressional e-mail predators of the Republican persuasion! No "serious debate" about whether or not to invade Iraq! Recognize the political party? Dem-pols, of course. And if FAILURE, Republican failure, administration failure, Bush failure, Rumsfeld failure, Cheney failure, Hastert failure, Condi failure, military-recruiting-quote failure, isn't enough to make you vote for Clinton (the Mrs.) or Obama or Edwards, why then it's time to trot out the other F-word: FEAR.

The environment is falling! Global warming! Melting ice caps! Endangered polar bears! Crime in the streets! School shootings! (By the way, the shooter at Virginia Tech wanted to kill "rich kids"--I guess the constant class warfare conducted by so-called "progressives" and Dem-pols for the last seven, or more, decades had some effect on young Mr. Cho.) A collapsing real estate market! The deficit! Homelessness (again)! A crisis in health care! Terrorism! Oops, sorry--not this one, terrorists are just mis-understood victims of western/American imperialism. Dangerous, spooky fundamentalists (not Muslims--crazy Christians!)!

Ask yourself these questions: When is the last time you heard a Dem-pol say something positive about the United States? When is the last time you heard a Dem-pol make an optimistic statement or future projection?

There's a related notion here: Any time a Republican tries to state a positive indicator about the economy (all of the important economic indicators these days are quite good), the war on terrorism (mad-dog terrorist plots foiled here and abroad), the many good things happening in Iraq (what happened to all those bad guys in Fallujah--did they just disappear?), the Dem-pols and the media dogs that yap the Dem-pol line say the Republicans aren't "facing reality." It's clear to me that the people who cannot face reality, especially any POSITIVE reality, are the Dem-pols. From the party of Franklin "The Only Thing We Have to Fear is Fear Itself" Roosevelt, they have transformed themselves into the party of Failure and Fear.

Harry "Neo-Neville" Reid says the war in Iraq is lost--FAILURE! Bring 'em home--we've lost! I can hear the soft echo of Jimmy Carter saying something about "a crisis of confidence" and "the growing doubt about the meaning of our own lives and in the loss of a unity of purpose for our Nation" in his so-called "malaise" speech. (By the way, I've re-read the speech, given in mid-July of 1979, and nowhere does the word "malaise" appear in the speech--but clearly the sentiment is there.)

I've been sick of this national self-flagellation conducted mostly by Dem-pols since Carter uttered his foul pronouncements all those years ago and once again it is time for some courageous Republican to re-assert a positive vision for America's future; it's about time to embrace once again the notions that victory can be won even in a hard-fought and long battle, that freedom is worth the struggle, and that the lives of our children and grand-children need not be filled with failure and fear despite the hard challenges that lie ahead.

I doubt that my father (RIP), a dyed-in-the-wool FDR Democrat would recognize today's Dem-pols, an apparent collection of whiners, scaredy-cats, and Chicken Littles. And I doubt that FDR himself would recognize his own party in 2007--this modern-day collection of appeasers, victimization-mongers, and micro-managers could not have stood up against Nazism, Japanese militarism, and the many significant military set-backs and defeats suffered by the United States and the Allies in WWII (see, for example: 1942: The Year that Tried Men's Souls, by Winston Groom, 2005). Social conservatives in FDR's day mostly hated his guts, but he fought the good and necessary fight of his time--no such Dem-pol in 2007 appears to have that kind of courage.

It would be nice in 2008 to have to choose between a Democratic candidate who espouses strong national defense and victory in the war against terrorism and a Republican candidate who has to match that stance. As of now, however, no Democrat seems to have the guts to declare that the United States will stand and fight in its own defense and in the defense of freedom and that the United States will support people around the world who seek freedom from tyranny.

And by the way, at the end of Jimmy Carter's infamous 1979 speech, he said this: "Whenever you have a chance, say something good about our country." This is advice that he himself ought to take and it's advice that he ought to give again to his colleagues in the Democratic party.

AJ

Music of the Day: Dave Matthews Band, Crash

I received a "comment" on a recent posting that had to do with the California Coastal Commission and its ridiculous lawsuit against the US Navy (see, What Planet Are These People From?). I will make no comment on the comment I received--the logic and argument and point of the comment says all that needs to be said.

With respect to yesterday's post, the Good Doctor makes an excellent point--if the critics of the "war on terror" are incorrect, the consequences are grave, a point which seems to elude them.

AJ

Music of the Day: Chopin, Mazurka, Opus 56, No. 3

Here's an idea that has been rattling around inside my head like the aforementioned BB in a boxcar. Maybe EVERYTHING I've written here about the "war on terror" is WRONG. Maybe EVERYTHING I think about the "war on terror" is WRONG.

I've written a fair number of postings here on what can loosely be called national security issues, or "war on terror" issues and I would encourage you to look through my archive for that stuff. But recently I have tried thinking about these ideas from a different perspective--that I'm WRONG, that everything is WRONG that I've read in the last half dozen years that has led me to write the way I have in my blog postings, that September 11, 2001 was just an ABERRATION carried out by the most extreme of the really whacked-out extremists who were themselves VICTIMS of Western culture, economics, politics, and depredations by the international Jewish conspiracy, and that there is no longer any real threat to the continental United States or to Americans anywhere in the world. Or, maybe it's true that we don't need to have a Department of Homeland Security. Or, maybe it's true that we don't need the Patriot Act and maybe it's true that the Patriot Act just ERODES our civil liberties. Or, maybe sitting down and "talking" with various folks such as Mr. Assad and Mr. Ahmadinejad is the best course of action. Or, maybe we can "alleviate the grievances that fuel extremism." (See: Why We Fight Over Foreign Policy, by Henry R. Nau, in Policy Review, April/May 2007). Or, maybe we should just bring our military home, down-size our forces as we did during the halcyon days of the Clinton administration (it's the economy, stupid!), and keep building shopping malls. Or, maybe Rosie is right--we need to find the bastards IN THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT who planned, orchestrated, and carried out the September 11 attacks in order to start a war to enrich the Vice President and his cronies in the oil business. Or, maybe American foreign policy is now controlled by a handful of war-mad neo-cons and blood-sucking Zionists who only wish to protect Israeli interests no matter how matter how many American soldiers have to pay with their lives. Or, maybe the Iranians just want nuclear power for "peaceful" purposes--better lighting, say, or more rides for Six Flags Over Isfahan.

What if all of this is correct? We should let our guard down--Islam is a religion of peace. We should stop searching every Tom, Dick, and Ahmed getting on domestic flights--racial and ethnic is a really bad and dangerous thing and it hurts people's feelings. The jihadists will eventually just leave us alone--Catholics can go to mass, Jews can go to temple, Lutherans can go to church, and Baptists can go for a swim--no problem for our Islamic brothers. We can just forget about the fact that there may be "only 100,000 or 200,000 [who] may really believe that murder, maiming, and menacing of the innocent to inspire fear and create a new political force will actually strengthen Islam." (See: The Myth of the Invincible Terrorist, by Christopher C. Harmon in Policy Review, April/May 2007).

I'm willing to at least entertain the idea that I'm totally WRONG about all of this stuff; but I wonder if the critics and nay-sayers and doom-mongers and "anti-war" activists are willing to consider, even for a minute, that THEY might be WRONG and what that might mean to a whole lot of people in the United States. What if they're wrong. What if the real enemies aren't George W. Bush and Dick Cheney and Tony Blair and racist, Islamophobic America and Western European culture? What if the real enemy is the jihad-mad Islamist who seeks to kill as many of us as possible on his way to heaven? It seems to me that the "anti-war" activists seek peace without victory, which I think is another way of saying, "We surrender."

AJ

Music of the Day: Enya, Watermark.

A couple of weeks ago I discovered a lump under my right arm; it was a little subcutaneous dime-sized lump with a corresponding discoloration that somewhat resembled a bruise and, at first, it was a little tender to the touch--not exactly painful, just a little tender, so no big deal, probably.

At least that's what I told myself before going to bed that night--no big deal. At 2:00am my brain woke me up with all sorts of negative and scary thoughts, which I don't think require much explication here--you probably know what they were. The Big C! Well, maybe. . . .

But honestly, after that initial half-sleepless night, followed by a couple of days of associated worry and trepidation, I had what I think is a pretty weird reaction--a strangely calming and liberating sensation and an associated sense that worrying about my "condition" would probably do me no good and in fact might make things worse.

I am not sure where this came from--maybe it just had to do with trying to be calm until I actually had something real to be concerned about.

All of which brings me to this: back in the mid-1970s, Mickey Rivers played baseball for the New York Yankees and I recall a quote of his on how he dealt with the vicissitudes of professional baseball--his quote was, to my recollection, something like this: "There ain't no sense worryin' about things you ain't got no control over, 'cause if you ain't got no control over 'em, there ain't no sense worryin' about 'em. And there ain't no sense worryin' about things you got control over, 'cause if you got control over 'em, there ain't no sense worryin' about 'em." I have seen other versions of this same quote, some more or less literate, but with the same essential message. Maybe it was recalling Mickey Rivers that had something to do with my change in outlook with respect to my right armpit--which in itself is a little scary.

As it turns out my sawbones examined me and said I had nothing to worry about and that most likely I had a partially occluded sweat gland; by the time she saw me, the lump was hardly noticeable and the tenderness was almost entirely gone (although when she poked and prodded around under my arm, I could feel something akin to tenderness). So, the preliminary results are good, I think.

I'm not sure I know how to combat those nearly automatic thoughts of doom and gloom associated with these signs of physical frailty and ageing and I'm not sure it's completely healthy to want to immediately dismiss or discount such thoughts. I am fairly sure that I'll have similar reactions in the future as I continue to age (I hope) and as various parts and systems deteriorate, so my goal is to attempt to be as calm and even-keeled as possible as I can about these things. I think I need to keep the aforementioned Mickey Rivers quote in mind; one of his other quotes was this: "What was the name of that dog on 'Rin Tin Tin'?" Clearly, I need to be a little selective when it comes to Mick the Quick. . . .

AJ

Music of the Day: Gregg Karukas, Looking Up

A few months ago I sent my old Mom a large book of oversized crossword puzzles, at her request; her sight had deteriorated to the point that working on smaller puzzles just wasn't possible anymore, so I hauled myself over to our nearby chain bookstore and found a fat book with challenging, but not too difficult, puzzles for her to work on, and I mailed it to her. As I was writing this on my laptop, she was working on puzzle number 15--but here's the part I didn't expect: Mom cheats! She looks at the answers in the back of the book. And I mean she LOOKS at the answers in the back of the book, she doesn't just GLANCE at the answers, she stares at the answer pages! She said after completing a puzzle the other day, "I got all of this one, quick." Yeah! No wonder! She cheats!

I guess this explains why I cheat every now and then on crossword puzzles, too--it's a learned behavior, as they say in the schools.

I learned some other things about Mom and myself on this most recent visit; actually, I think I knew these things before, just that I never truly confronted them as openly as I did on this trip. Here are just a few things I've learned about my Mom and myself.

I've often said that my Mom wouldn't ask for help if she was on fire, and it's true--Mom is pretty damned stoic about most of her ailments, aches, pains, and infirmities, and they are numerous and cumulatively somewhat debilitating. While I tend to grouse to myself about my occasional pains and such, mostly I'm the same way; what's scary is that Mom doesn't even tell her freakin' doctor about some of the stuff that's bothering here and while my behavior is not exactly the same, it's close--I usually don't go to see a doctor unless forced to by major discomfort or the obvious need for a splint or a cast or surgery.

Mom doesn't ask too many questions of others in conversations, particularly personal questions. Whereas my lovely wife gets as much information out of people that they are willing to share once asked, it seems that in my family, if someone hasn't shared information our rule is, "Don't ask." This makes my lovely wife crazy--she wonders how I can have a conversation with someone and not ask what she considers to be relevant questions and I wonder how she can ask questions that I think are way too private and personal. This too I get from Mom. . . .

I haven't taken care of myself as well as I should have over the course of my lifetime, something that may eventually cause me considerable pain and suffering in the future and will likely cause me to spend too much money on fixing things that should have received regular preventive maintenance in the past. This too I get from Mom, who is now suffering a bit because of similar self-neglect. She's not ill in any serious way; that is, she doesn't have heart disease or cancer or breathing difficulties (despite 40+ years of smoking before she finally quit--cold turkey) but she's not healthy, either--she has back problems and shoulder problems and as previously mentioned, she doesn't see well anymore and her hearing isn't especially good. She moves at a glacier-like pace when in the grocery store or Wal-Mart and she thinks all other drivers on the road are either murderous thugs or morons. This too I get from Mom, except that part about moving at a glacier-like pace in the grocery store.

So my Mom is a living primer on aging and I really should pay attention to what's going on so that I can be better prepared to handle these things a little later in life. Mom handles herself with some dignity and a not too small measure of spunk and feistiness, which is good, but she's frail and lonely and I don't think she derives much joy or pleasure from her daily life, which is a real shame. She has lots of friends and family that provide her with much support and laughter and short jaunts to various places, such as the pharmacy and the grocery store, and that's all well and good--but her sister passed away about three years ago and the two of them were, for better or worse and for many years, completely inseperable, and now Mom's alone. This makes me all the more thankful for my lovely and wonderful wife and I hope we can sustain each other for many years to come. And I should probably make sure my own children read this--they may be more like me than they wish to be and if so they will have acquired some of these family traits which may not be all that beneficial as they grow older.

I should also note that in no way do I blame Mom for my ill-considered or stupid behaviors or traits, even if I did "learn" them from her; I have been making my own choices, good and bad, for a very long time and so I am thoroughly responsible for all of the decisions I have made along the way.

It's time now to thumb through the answers at the back of my own book of crossword puzzles--I can't help myself, Mom is the one who taught me to cheat and 53-down ("Die Schweigsame Frau" soprano) is breakin' my tiny brain, so excuse me while I turn to the appropriate page in the back of the book.

AJ