October 2007

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If only

The Peace Prize committee has disbanded, bowing to overwhelming public pressure which led to a collective analectomy.

Norway’s King Harald is quoted in the article:

“I truly don’t believe they realized how frivolous and absurd they had become, how ridiculous, vapid, self-centered and dim-witted they appeared to intelligent people all over the world, how silly, provincial and uninformed they made the people of Norway look, how bizarre, counter-productive and downright dangerous some of their choices had been and how hackneyed and self-righteous their announcements sounded.”

The committee has decided to rescind many of the past awards and give them to the U.S. Military for their tireless and ongoing struggle against Communism, Fascism and Radical Islamism.
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The few times I’ve listened to him on his radio show, I end up screaming at my radio. I refuse to watch his show. He is a man with a set of conclusions looking for facts. On just about every issue, his shallow reasoning skills shine through.

This clip is a shining example of the man’s lack of brilliance. I give props to Jacob Sullum for putting up with the dipshit blowhard.

Petty little annoyances

For the past week, Portland has been in involved in a little Federal Homeland Security exercise called TOPOFF4. You may have heard about it? For the past week, local and federal agencies have been running around like little Chicken Littles, practicing their responses to various simulated attacks. Tuesday, a simulated dirty bomb went off out at Portland International Raceway and the rest of the week I guess was spent dealing with the aftermath of that.

Wednesday, David Douglas High School was involved too, I guess. Anyway, the upshot is that the governor, the mayor, the Oregon AG, and Michael Chertoff have all been flitting from place to place.

For some reason, meetings and conferences seemed to involve a musical chairs set of hotels across the city. Some sort of conference took place at a hotel by the airport yesterday morning and then later that afternoon, the Doubletree at Lloyd Center was going to be involved.

The interesting thing in all this is this snippet from the Oregonian article, ironically titled ‘Massive terror drill may hardly be noticed’, about TOPOFF:

Any chance it will tangle traffic, trigger widespread panic or disrupt life in general?

Not likely, if everything goes as planned. PIR will stand in during the initial phase for the area around the Steel Bridge, which is where the script calls for the radiological bomb to go off. That puts most of the action this morning away from the bustle of downtown. You may hear a few extra sirens during the simulation or see actors covered in mock burns and blood being wheeled into local emergency rooms.

David Douglas High School and many of its students are also participating. But the fictional emergencies should mostly happen in the shadows. But if you do happen to spot emergency responders in gas masks and radiation suits: Don’t panic. It’s just a drill.

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You should read this.

WWFS*

Draw Your Own Conclusion

*What Would Freud Say?

Coolness

Reason TV

I got a fund raising letter from Reason yesterday talking about this. Check it out, I think it would be time well spent.

The Religion of No Peace

A swedish artist, Lars Vilks, draws the face of Mohammed on the body of the dog, thereby pissing of Muslims with a double whammy. The first being the whole no images of the big man himself rule and the second being the fact that he was drawn onto the body of a dog, which is considered an unclean animal in Islam.

Lars has a pair of brass balls, he does. Al Qaeda has offered up 100 large for his death with a 50 large bonus if his death is by slit throat. Frankly, while one can make the argument that he is an idiot for incurring the Muslim wrath, he went into this with eyes wide open, intending to make a statement about the intolerance of some of the followers of Islam, if not all. Lars makes some statements which get to the heart of the matter:

“That’s a way of expressing things. If you don’t like it, don’t look at it. And if you look at it, don’t take it too seriously. No harm done, really,” he says.

In a sane, reasoned world, where logic prevails, that would be the end of it. His picture is just a picture. It has no power or meaning other than what a person assigns to it. People of tolerance and some level of control over their emotions, which would show a degree of maturity, would look at the picture and either praise the guy as a genius or call him an ass and move on. Instead, Muslims want him dead. And true to form, a Muslim woman in Sweden is chomping at the bit to do the deed.

“I can do this in the name of Allah, and I will not fail. I could slaughter him in the name of Allah,” says the woman who identified herself only as Amatullah.

She adds, “If I get the opportunity.”

Dressed in a black burqa from head to toe and uttering death threat after death threat, the woman — a wife and mother — says she is defending her religion and her prophet if she manages to kill Vilks.

You can’t reason with that level of blind, irrational hatred. That doesn’t mean you back down from it. If you do that, then the blind, irrational hatred has won.

In England, a priest is quizzed for over an hour by ‘hate police’ over remarks he made over a Muslim woman going to court for the right to wear her jibab in school. What he said in his parish newsletter well over a year before the police visit didn’t even fall in the same league as old Lars.

After hearing an interview with the girl, Mr Hayes suggested in his internet bulletin to his parishioners that it was never possible to convince anyone by argument in matters of religion.

To think that London police wasted over an hour talking to this guy on the possibility of a hate crime. It boggles the mind. Especially when you consider the following:

The inquisition in Hornchurch, East London, prompted a furious row about policing priorities. In the past 12 months there have been five murders, 33 rapes, 424 robberies and 2,267 burglaries in the local police borough of Havering.

How can a religion which expects, nay, demands, tolerance from the rest of the world be so intolerant of the rest of the world? Why should we put up with that? Why should we tolerate such irrational behavior, such hatred, just because they hide that hatred behind their religion? How long do we put up with capitulation from representatives of government agencies, such as the London police, before we say “enough is enough”, stand up and tell these nutballs that tolerance and respect is a two way street.

I just can’t stop laughing. You look at the portrait of the guy and then picture him in all that rubber and you laugh and laugh and laugh.

Is it a matter of schadenfreude, given the guy was a Pastor?

Why yes. Yes, it is.

Upgrades

I have but a moment — walking out the door to feed quarters to computer games at Big Al’s — but I upgraded the site to the latest Wordpress version and found a skin I like, finally.

Tell me what you think.

More later.

Beer Merger

Miller and Coors are going to merge in the US and Puerto Rico and call themselves MillerCoors.

They can call themselves anything they want. In my opinion it’s like trying to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear. I’ll just call them SuckyBeer.

 

The Great Hop Harvest of 2007

That’s 3 to 5 ounces of wet hops. The Boy and I had just spent the last few hours cutting them from the vines. Not only are the hop flowers freshly cut, it had been raining that morning so the flowers are holding a bit extra water. This picture was taken last Saturday. Last night I filled four gallon ziplock bags with these beauties. Dry weight I’m guessing 4 ounces of hoppy goodness.

So now I have one of the four ingredients as defined by the Reinheitsgebot. Now I need to get some malted barley, yeast and water. Gathering the ingredients is the easy part. Fairly cheap as well. And it’s not even getting all of the equipment. It’s the seven years of psychic rust I’ve accumulated in my skill since the last time I made beer. Hopefully I can scrape enough of that rust off so that I can actually combine the four ingredients into an end result that is greater than the sum of it’s parts. Which is as pure a definition of great beer as any I’ve come across.

Well, as a wise man once said, it’s the journey and not the destination. Making beer is a pretty damned fun way of passing the time. I won’t stress out about it too much. As a another wise man once said (and still does probably), “Don’t worry! Have a homebrew!”

Wine Barrels

Optimism

On the drive into work this morning, I followed a car with a Kucinich08 bumper sticker. That person’s optimism in the harsh face of reality was heartwarming and put a smile on my face.

Multnomah Falls

Multnomah Falls