Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Breaking The Rules of Blogging

I know there's one or two of you out there, I've seen your footprints. So...to you, gentle reader, I address myself. Perhaps you've even read my other entries, then this one may make sense.

One of the first rules of blogging (almost universally ignored) is to not blog while angry, I'm breaking that rule.

I live upstairs from a tweaker. To those of you not 'hip,' in the parlance of our time, a tweeker is somebody who does a lot of speed. He's got tweaker friends who live here in the complex with him. Including one woman in her forties who I consider abusive from what I hear over here across the complex, who baby sits other people's children, and another woman, who I believe is her minor daughter.

Law enforcement, wanna know their addresses? gimmie a jingle.

When I moved in here, there was a Lex Luthor looking guy next door. He took a disliking to me. I can't say why (though the walls are paper thin, everybody hears everything...exercise for the class: when everybody hears everything, how do adults act?). He spent months tormenting me through the most twisted, obsessive, cr-a-a-azy behaviors he could manage. Got him kicked out, after fearing for my life for months, and repeatedly threatening to sue.

Unfortunately, when he was moving out, I wrote a note to my neighbors to tell them my side of the story and I tell them I was sure things would calm down now that he'd gone (& yes, it was more paranoid than that, I can't fight paranoia for months without being infected somewhat--by far the worst taint I've acquired in this adventure). In the note, I described some of the things he'd been doing.

My brand new downstairs neighbor has gotten more & more into tweak since he moved in, and the more he's got into it, the more he can't stand me sitting up here being really quiet & ignoring him.

Several weeks ago he started tormenting me: following me from room to room, tapping on my floor, going into the kitchen at 11:00 at night and slamming pots and pans together, blasting music, tapping on the walls, banging on the walls, and my favorite, putting (I'm guessing) the flat of his foot against the wall & pushing rhythmically--shaking the whole building--making me feel like I was gonna fall outta bed. I got ear plugs--this frustrated the hell outta him for a couple of weeks--he was doing all this stuff to get my goat, but I wouldn't even wake up, very frustrating for him.

But then he figured out the whole rock the building back and forth thing--he did it all night last night. All night.

I called the cops three times. To quote Spalding Gray: "They come, she turns it down, the leave she turns it up." Three times.

I love it. It's 2006. Law Enforcement has a million tools at their command, and a law for every possible offense, and they can't stop a full grown man from doing to me what some asshole used to do to my desk when we were friggin' eight.

Just dandy. They sure know how to use tasers though. Boy howdy.


On a different note, why does the blogger spell check not know the word "blog" or "blogger" and why can't it learn when I press "Learn"? Just asking.


End result, I'm movin out, I gotta get some sleep & I can't with these crazy mo-fos around, & so... hiatus.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Begging The Question

Here. Tony Blair tells us that in order to fight an insurgency, in order to combat terrorism, it is important to use a whole tool box, and not just the hammer: you need police work, and you need to capture "hearts & minds"--and you do that by making life better for disenfranchised people--you give them economic opportunities, political opportunities--if you can get them to buy into the process, they lose their incentive to toss in sabots.

Now, let me be clear about this: Tony Blair knows this perfectly well, and he's known it for decades--as has anyone with a mildly deep understanding of economics, politics, or counter insurgency. The US Military knows this. The state department knows this. Hell, Donald Rumsfeld & Dick Chaney know this--it just wasn't relevant to their plans.

Now, did George Bush know this? No. Doubt he had any idea. Maybe that can be his excuse...it worked for Ronald Reagan didn't it? We all love RR now...cause he gave good speeches & he meant well & he didn't know...

Of course GWB doesn't have any of those things going for him.

& here's a story about the army using this fantastic new drug that is saving all kinds of lives on the battlefield...after which many of them are being evacuated to Germany to suddenly die of heart attacks, strokes, and embolisms. This classic George Bush/current "Best Practice" for many big businesses, as they are run today--as long as the numbers look good for the quarter, who cares what happens in a year?

I do assholes, and so do the wives and kids of those soldiers you're using as guinea pigs, and who are told that their loved one is OK, only to have them to die of a heart attack a few hours later...at age 23. I am also not real happy with the 60-70% of middle managers in corporate America (sorry, I've lost the link...feel free to provide) who said in an anonymous survey that they would do whatever was needed to improve quarterly results, even if it caused harm to their company in the long term--because they are not held accountable for the long term, and they get bonuses on the quarter. Why does big business hate America?

& lastly, and you'll hear this again, because I live in a cheap apartment: tweakers suck. What impresses me most about them are all the clever plans they come up with, all of which rely on the assumption that meth makes them both smarter & more motivated. Bunch a rocket scientists, really.

Update, 12:40: OJ's Book canceled, publisher decides giving someone 3.5 mil for getting away with cold blooded murder might set bad precedent (really, it was starting to look like it would hurt the bottom line...social consequences...pshaw). Yes, he was framed. He was also guilty. I used to be willing to allow a certain feeling ambiguity about OJ, who was, after all, a hero to a lot of people. Now, if I saw him, I'd spit on him...at best. & then run, of course.

Friday, November 17, 2006

the Lesson From Vietnam: Stay The Course

I know this is old news, & I know it pales in comparison to a false flag cassius belli, hundreds of thousands dead, hundreds of billions squandered & the good will of almost every nation on earth flushed down the drain--but what's that phrase again? Oh yeah, "High crimes and misdemeanors." Good enough for me.

We won't even mention the...um...dereliction of duty...or would that be desertion?

Don't even get me started on the cost. Keep your eyes open for another $124 billion coming down the pike so that your grandkids can do their patriotic duty lining the coffers of Blackwater International & protecting the Green Zone. Who needs soldiers when we can have mercenaries?

Thursday, November 16, 2006

& so...?

"Bush warns N. Korea on nuclear transfers"

The problem with this is that it's an empty threat...and everybody knows it.

He has no troops to commit. There is very little in terms of goods or services they want that hasn't already been cut off. It is the most isolated country in the world already.

Yes, he can launch an airstrike, but we don't know what to hit, and I suspect such an attack would trigger a response, aimed directly at Seoul, and made up of tens of thousands of ranged & aimed rockets & conventional artillery pieces. Maybe a nuke too. Won't that be fun?

He's got nothing. It's empty bluster--cheerleading. Just the same as the last six years.

2:45, update: When I was little, my mom told me if I was ever in trouble or lost, I should find a cop, and they'd help me. The first time I had occasion to need the cops, when I was fifteen or so, they sided with the guy robbing my neighbors house rather than me...the half dozen times I've called 'em since have been less satisfying. Here, here, is some fine, fine police work.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Battle Not With Monsters...

So...what's the logical thing to do about Iran given what's happened in the last six years?

Bomb it, of course.

I have been doing my best to ignore this whole discussion (admittedly, my best is pretty mediocre)...but once Eric Alterman comes out and says it, I think you can bet money. He discusses it (and provides several well supported links) here.

& here, Anne Applebaum uses a discussion of former East German spy master Markus Wolf to explain (in mostly small words if what's left of the ruling junta is reading) why when one battles with monsters, one should proceed cautiously.

When you're older, you're going to be blinded by an industrial accident. This will be a terrible tragedy. Luckily for you, they will have artificial eyes by then--and cheap ones too, Net Zero will be involved. Unlucky for you, there will be a constant crawl of ads across the bottom of your field of vision. For now, is it enough you can see Colonel Sanders from space?

From Godlike Productions (via Wonkette), this bit from yesterday is the funniest thing I've seen in weeks. First of all - "EVERYBODY HATES YOU."

Friday, November 10, 2006

Random Stupidity & Inevitable Tit for Tat

So, these jerks wouldn't have acted like jerks if A) they hadn't been drinking & B) they hadn't been egged on by someone. Clearly, they aren't actually sexist, racist dicks, they just said that stuff to fit in with the funny little foreign man. What comes around goes around joiners.

& let's hope this rocket scientist managed to sterilize himself at least--that would be best for the species.

Big Oil and the Current Occupant to brown people everywhere: "Screw you."

& given the current situation this might even be a good idea in the long run, and it will happen if I want it to or not--but get ready for $150 oil & another ratcheting up of the number of people who hate us. Mostly, my feeling is if we hadn't spent the last four years battling straw men, we might have been addressing a variety of problems in some kind of reality based way--and maybe KJI wouldn't have the bomb & maybe we'd have enough of our military in a state of readiness to be able to present a credible threat to the Iranians that they might believe.

That's not how it went down though.

Might as well say this today, I need to get it said fairly soon: Worst. President. Ever.

11:15 AM, Update: Back when I was in bidness, we had a term for this kind of thing: clusterf**k. We fired people for it. Perhaps there is a profitable analogy there somewhere.

1:10 PM, second update: So...while this seems like fantastic news, until I actually see it in practice...let's just say...when pigs fly.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

The Party of Chafee?

Lincoln Chafee: Loses because he's a Republican. Only one to vote against the war. WH renominated Bolton (Same day they were crowing about bi-partisanship), Chafee said, "no." Said the people had made the decision. Here's the fun part: He says he might leave the republican party--he's not switching sides to maintain his power--he lost, he's just flippin' 'em the bird on the way out. Nice. I'd be ticked too.

&, and I hope I don't offend anyone by saying this, but I think volcanoes are cool. & pumice is pretty fascinating stuff, as well. These people have a boat or something, and they found a brand new island, you should go and look.