Personal Musings category archive
Freedom of Speech Is Not Freedom of Speaking Gigs 0
This week, many members of the commentariat, including some whose overall track record is pretty good, have been outraged that Condileeza Rice’s First Amendment right to free speech has been violated and that she has been somehow censored.
Who violated it? She did, by withdrawing from a gig at the Rutgers University graduation ceremonies because the students did not want her there.
How was she censored, as no one told her what she could or could not say? She lost a speaking gig.
Students were unhappy that they were going to be addressed by one of the architects, albeit a minor one, of the Great and Glorious Patriotic War for a Lie in Iraq. Indeed a good case can be made that, given her role in authorizing the torture dungeons of President George the Worst (see the news story linked above), she should be in the dock at the Hague for war crimes.
Note that her actions were not private actions. This cannot be compared to, say, refusing to hire someone because you don’t like her Facebook page. These were the actions of someone who swore to uphold the Constitution of the United States of America, and then chose not to do so.
Yet, because she is a member of the club–she wears nice suits, looks good in meetings, writes elegant emails, knows the right people–she continues to be treated as if she were somehow an exemplar of something.
Also, this was not just an “appearance” on campus that one could attend or not. It was graduation, which graduates want to attend if they can; if not a captive audience, they would have been the next thing to it, forced to subject themselves to the empty platitudes certain to pass her lips if they wished to receive their diplomas in person.
Frankly, were I a student at Rutgers, I would have been right out there demonstrating against her presence on campus, just as, when I was a student, I demonstrated against the presence of Richard Nixon on my campus.
In the column linked above, Dick Polman claims that there is some similarity between Rice and Eric Holder, because both are black, both have accomplished much from humble beginnings, and Holder recently canceled a graduation speech due to threats of right-wing violence. Using the same standard, Santa Claus and Medusa are alike because both are mythological creatures.
Anyhoo, back to my point.
Rice can say anything she wants to anyone she wants. Her freedom of speech has not been violated in any way. There is no censorship here.
The First Amendment guarantees that the national government cannot restrict someone’s speech. It does not guarantee a platform or an audience, nor does it insulate persons from consequences for what they have said and done.
Fat of the Land 0
Once there was a radio detective show called “The Fat Man” that opened with the detective’s weighing himself on one of the penny scales that were found in drug stores back in the olden days, when I was a young ‘un.
There he goes into that drug store.
He’s stepping on that scale (sound of coin dropping).
(tinny voice) “Weight: 239 pounds. Fortune: Danger!”
Who is it? The Fat Man!
Back then, 239 pounds was considered “fat.”
Today, as near as I can tell as I walk the mild streets of Virginia Beach, 239 pounds is the new svelte.
What’s in a Name? 0
Am I the only person who thinks this fellow has a perfect name for a Republican pol?
OTR 0
I recently traded emails with the webmaster of My Old Radio regarding his site’s having episodes of Sam Spade, starring Howard Duff, categorized as Adventures of Philip Marlowe.
Somewhere, Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler got all mixed up together. Any mystery fan could tell the difference, but someone running a big huge website can easily make a mistake. I run a little tiny website. I can certainly understand.
His response was most courteous and gracious.
I urge you to check out My Old Radio. Sit back, listen, and enjoy.
The Poseidon Adventurer 0
But it’s the weapon he used that really caught witnesses’ attention. The suspect was carrying a pitchfork.
Under the circumstances, one would think they could have bent the style-book a little and referred to it as “an iron trident.”
CBBT (Updated) 0
It was likely the last great public work to be built by by private investors.
I watched it get built, as we crossed the Chesapeake on ferries on our semi-annual trips to visit my grandmother; I have posted about it here several times.
My local rag recounts the story of the building of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel, 17.5 miles of trestle, two tunnels, and one high-level bridge crossing the mouth of the Atlantic Ocean.
Every time I cross it–and I have crossed it dozens of times–I marvel. Crossing it late at night, there is just you, the bridge, and the ocean. If you want to cross it with me, download and watch this file (*.mov).
One time many years ago, I drove down from Washington to pick up my brother, who was flying in from South Carolina for a holiday (as I waited for him at the Norfolk Airport, I was accosted by a Moonie–remember Moonies?–to whom I gave a dollar to leave me alone because I had been on the road for four hours and just could not cope). In the first tunnel, some fellow crossed the double-yellow line to pass us at high speed. As we exited the second tunnel, we saw that fellow in earnest conference with the CBBT police.
These days, it would never be built.
The money would instead be devoted to paying for the country club memberships for the one per cent.
Addendum:
Here’s more about the Chesapeake Bay Ferries. The Princess Anne was the flagship; the Accomac was pressed into service when another ship was in repair. All of them had a restaurant and a lounge. In later years, when our family was a bit more flush, we might have breakfast on board.
The funnest thing for my brother and me was hanging over the bow railing in the summer watching the boat cut through at a stunning speed of ten or eleven knots the “stinging nettles,” Eastern Shore for stinging jellyfish which were clearly visible from the height of the upper deck. (The ferries took a scheduled hour and a half for the seventeen-mile crossing.)
Stinging nettles were a steady summer threat at Chesapeake Bay beaches in the lower bay (in the upper bay, there is too much fresh water for them to survive). A sting was a common thing if you swam in the bay in the late summer. In the wider bay, the jellyfish would grow to be three feet or more across.
Roomba Rumba 0
We recently splurged on a Roomba, because, frankly, vacuuming this place is annoying. The vacuum cleaner sucks real good, but it’s heavy and awkward, plus there’s about an hour of moving stuff about to every 15 minutes of vacuuming–chairs, coffee tables, cat stuff, throw rugs, and so on.
I don’t expect the robot to replace the vacuum, but it looks as if it will supplement it nicely.
Misdirection Play, Blame God Dept. 0
Humans love to blame God for things that humans do. A letter to the editor in my local rag called out the state of North Carolina for attributing Duke of Hazardous’s tar sands spills as “acts of God” (the precise term was “natural disaster”), though it was the Duke, not God or nature, who failed to maintain the retention ponds which failed to retain.
At the Tampa Bay Times, Timothy Egan recalls visiting some 25 years ago the site of the recent mudslide in Washington. He points out that it, too, was no act of God, but an act of man.
(snip)
Stevenson pointed uphill, to bare, saturated earth that was melting, like candle wax, into the main mudslide. Not long ago, this had been a thick forest of old growth timber. But after it was excessively logged, every standing tree removed, there was nothing to hold the land in place during heavy rains. A federal survey determined that nearly 50 percent of the entire basin above Deer Creek had been logged over a 30-year period. It didn’t take a degree in forestry to see how one event led to the other.
Persons do love to hide behind God to escape responsibility for their own evil, venality, and hate. Indeed, entire religions thrive on enabling persons to blame God for their own evil, venality, and hate.
Blaming God is a growth industry.
Spring Is Springing 0
I lowered my bicycle from its home near the ceiling of the garage and pumped up its tires yesterday. (I installed a little boat-trailer winch on the wall and ran clothesline through eyelets in the ceiling for a DIY bike lift/stand; the machine has been hanging over my head for the winter.)
A ride soon beckons.
Lost at Sea 0
Back when we had a boat, we were out one day on the upper Chesapeake. The sea was calm and the sky was clear and sunny.
As we ran down to Still Pond Creek, my bright orange baseball cap blew off, so, natch, I circled back to get it. I saw it disappear into the wake and knew almost exactly where it went.
It still took me 15 minutes to find it in waves of much less than a foot.
People constructing conspiracy theories about how difficult it is to find the wreckage of a plane in rough seas in a far corner of the world (and planes generally don’t have great float characteristics) have obviously never tried to find something floating in the sea.
Lawyered Up 0
When I was in college, back in the olden days, when I was a young ‘un, I quickly realized that fraternities were little more than drinking clubs with secret handshakes, hazing, and dues. Why, I reasoned, should I pay dues to drink when I could do it quite nicely for the price of a six?
Nothing I have read or learned since has changed my conclusion. As far as I can see, the end of “Greek” societies would detract neither from society nor from college life.
Stray Thought, Oscars Dept. (Updated) 0
As much as I disdain the entertainment industry’s self-congratulatory selfies awards ceremonies, I do hope that 12 Years a Slave mops up the competition, if only to savor the right-wing freak out that is sure to follow.
For an serious and intelligent discussion of the movie and its historical accuracy, go to TWiB’s new Historical Blackness series for 58 minutes of enlightenment. (Warning: It may deter you from wanting to watch the movie.)
Addendum:
And so it begins.
Stray Question, Some Anthills Are Better Left Unpoked Dept. 0
One wonders whether, had Republicans not decided to rally the forces of hate with anti-gay legislation in the years of President George the Worst (you know, the President they don’t talk about), would they be losing case after case in the courts today?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Gratuitous hate for political gain can collect its own gratuity.
New Toy 0
I just got the email that my new laptop is ready to be shipped. Extra bonus fact: Microsoft has never been near it. It’s Linux out of the box.
I’m retiring the oldest machine (it’s starting to lag under the demands I place on it, particularly photo editing, as it only has a gig of RAM), putting Mageia on it, and giving it to Second Son, who is currently computerless except for his phone.
Who would have envisioned 20 years ago that a house would have more than one computer? And today I have two on this desk. (KVM switches are your friend.)
Misnomers 0
If it has turkey instead of corned beef, it may be a thing, but it’s not a Reuben.
You won’t find me at that dive.
I’ll be at Elias, where a “Philly cheese steak” is a cheese steak and a gyro is a gyro.
“The East Sea” 0
Virginia mandates a seachange (follow the link for details).
As hundreds of Korean-Americans watched intently, the House of Delegates passed legislation mandating that any new textbooks approved by the state Board of Education, when referring to the Sea of Japan, must note that it is also referred to as the East Sea.
I don’t really have an opinion about this.
Korean-Americans clearly feel very strongly and I do not. Wikipedia has a long article about the dispute over the name; the dispute itself seems fairly recent, though the names in question are ancient. I’m used to the term, “Sea of Japan,” because, well, it’s what I’m used to, but that’s not a reason.
In the larger picture, though, it seems to me that, if Texas can subvert the nation’s textbooks by mandating what is, ultimately, bullshit, I cannot criticize Virginia for recognizing a legitimate difference of opinion.
Full disclosure:
I have recently been reading a lot of Japanese history, because something–I forget what–got me interested in unlearning Western stereotypes and learning about Japan, which has a long, rich, and complex story.
I’m inclined towards “Sea of Japan,” but I think that’s because of the reading I’ve been doing and of what I’m used to.
Maybe next I should bone up on the history of Korea.
Flat Earth Society 0
When Pat Robertson thinks you are a joke, does that mean you are a joke squared?
Voyage to the Scrap Heap 0
When my parents drove us to Richmond via the Hampton Roads Bridge-Tunnel when I was a young ‘un, we would sometimes see her in port at the Norfolk Naval Base.
She has been in the mothball fleet at the Philadelphia Naval Base for some time.
The USS Forrestal is slated to begin its final voyage from Philadelphia to Texas at 5 a.m. Tuesday.
The Navy offered her for use as a museum or memorial, but there were no viable offers.