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Do It For The Kids
Nov 30th
This weekend has been full of things that ought to be a surprise, but aren’t. The latest addition to this ever-growing roster comes in the form of study results detailing what most have suspected: teenagers these days are quite at peace with shoplifting, stealing from each other or their parents, cheating on their schoolwork, plagiarizing at will, and lying through their teeth… while seeing themselves as being quite the upright young citizens. Interesting how that works out.
This comes as no genuine news. We have a generation raised on the gospel of situational ethics, actions minus consequences, and self above all (thank you, President Clinton, for showing the way). Naturally they’re trotting down this path despite any teachings to the contrary that may have come their way. Why? This is the easiest way to go. And just as naturally today’s educators are recoiling with horror at the study’s insinuation that the little darlings under their tutelage are in any fashion bear responsibility for their own state of being. A quote from a news article about the study frames this quite nicely:
Nijmie Dzurinko, executive director of the Philadelphia Student Union, said the findings were not at all reflective of the inner-city students she works with as an advocate for better curriculum and school funding.
“A lot of people like to blame society’s problems on young people, without recognizing that young people aren’t making the decisions about what’s happening in society,” said Dzurinko, 32. “They’re very easy to scapegoat.”
Peter Anderson, principal of Andover High School in Andover, Mass., said he and his colleagues had detected very little cheating on tests or Internet-based plagiarism. He has, however, noticed an uptick in students sharing homework in unauthorized ways.
“This generation is leading incredibly busy lives — involved in athletics, clubs, so many with part-time jobs, and — for seniors — an incredibly demanding and anxiety-producing college search,” he offered as an explanation.
Riddle, who for four decades was a high school teacher and principal in northern Virginia, agreed that more pressure could lead to more cheating, yet spoke in defense of today’s students.
“I would take these students over other generations,” he said. “I found them to be more responsive, more rewarding to work with, more appreciative of support that adults give them.
“We have to create situations where it’s easy for kids to do the right things,” he added. “We need to create classrooms where learning takes on more importance than having the right answer.”
Let me roll that last paragraph around for a moment. Quote: “We have to create situations where it’s easy for kids to do the right things. We need to create classrooms where learning takes on more importance than having the right answer.”
We have to create situations where it’s easy for kids to do the right things.
Really.
I mean, really.
Really?
Pray tell — public educators, kindly pardon my using any form of the word “prayer” — how exactly would one propose to do this. Create a situation where it’s easy to do the right thing.
Interesting.
Given how humanity has proved throughout all its generations that man apart from God has a natural predilection for not only performing that which is evil but denying itself to be evil, how would one go about making it easy to do the right thing when not only is it human nature to do the wrong thing it is also impossible for man to define what is good and what is evil? What man-made measuring stick can be used for such a purpose? If, as the teaching of the world goes, all are equal and all have validity what is the deciding factor when conflicting definitions of the right thing exist? To an Islamic extremist, murdering what by their definition of their beliefs are infidels is good. How do we then declare it to be evil? Do we have a vote where the majority rules? If so, who can vote? You can see the problems with this arrangement. In absence of a universally agreed on code stating what is right and what is wrong, how can anything be declared to be either? Unless there is a clear definer of right and wrong, good and evil, there can be no establishment of an environment where it is easy to do the right thing because there is no genuine definition of the right thing.
Okay, one may reluctantly say, we’ll go with the Ten Commandments as our definer. Problem solved? Hardly. If it is accepted that the Ten Commandments are a definer, therefore there is a definer, said definer being God’s Word as communicated through the Bible, how then can the definer be accepted as having the authority to be a definer unless along with it comes acceptance of the source having authority? All right, fine, there’s something to the Bible. Can we get on with this? No, not even close to it.
If the Bible has “something,” the tenets and teachings about God and man as contained in the Bible have “something.” If this is true, you’ve got a real sticky wicket on your hands. Why? The definer says there can be no establishment of an environment in which it is easy to do the right thing because it is not easy to do the right thing.
More on this tomorrow.
Blackest Friday
Nov 28th

I read the story today of a Wal-Mart employee being trampled to death by a crowd breaking through the doors of his store in order to have first crack at the early morning day after Thanksgiving sale items with more than a little interest. Setting aside the “I should be shocked but I’m not” reaction to such a mob mentality, a quiet voice in the back of my head recalled how not all that many years ago I was one of those store workers spending Thanksgiving half celebrating the day with family and half staring at the clock, counting the hours until it would be time to crawl out of bed the next day not to go bargain hunting but rather serve my eight hour sentence as purveyor of the hunted.
Retail workers aren’t quite as looked down on by society as child molesters or those who utters racial epithets. But it’s close. To work in retail means one is immediately classified as a subpar subservient, a brainless talentless ambitionless shiftless lesser than less mess whose sole reason for existence is to provide maximum assistance while offering oneself up to be the whipping boy for all that ails those being looked at by the name tag rather than wearing one.
The pay in retail is almost invariably dismal. The hours are from whenever to whatever with slim consideration given to such non-essentials as family or having a life period. The number of hours worked per week for the dismal pay perpetually reside underneath the sword of Damocles personally hung by someone from corporate headquarters and bearing the label ‘attention store management — keep labor expenses as low as possible or else.’ Said management is pitted against each other in a bizarre game of snakes and ladders with willingness to pick up and move across the country at a moment’s notice mandatory should one wish to advance. Yeah, retail.
I loved it.
The pay and hours, no. The opportunity for interaction with the public, sometimes. There would usually be enough fun customers to offset the boors. The opportunity for interaction with co-workers in an environment where everyone didn’t retreat behind their cubicle walls but actually worked together, yes. Being in an environment where people actually worked together and had something about which they could swap stories… there’s a lot to be said for that. Had retail paid a living wage I would have happily stayed there forever. Ah well.
Then again, after what happened today I’m reminded why I don’t miss it all that much.
Precious Time
Nov 27th
One wouldn’t tend to think of W. Axl Rose as a leading force for political change or spokesperson for the disenfranchised. File that alongside “Guns N’ Roses is nothing without Slash and Izzy et al from the Appetite For Destruction days.” For proof of the latter, use your ears as opposed to your illusion as one listen to the devastatingly brilliant Chinese Democracy by those neither stuck in 1987 nor swimming in the pop culture cesspool reveals this is a masterpiece. For the former, have a chat with those wonderful people who brought you Tiananmen Square (original story from the New Zealand Herald):
A newspaper published by China’s ruling Communist Party is blasting the latest Guns N’ Roses album as a “venomous attack” on the Chinese nation.
Delayed since recording began in 1994, Chinese Democracy hit stores in the U.S. on Sunday, although it is unlikely to be sold legally in China, where censors maintain tight control over films, music and publications.
In an article headlined “American band releases album venomously attacking China,” the Global Times said unidentified Chinese Internet users had described the album as part of a plot by some in the West to “grasp and control the world using democracy as a pawn.”
Something tells me “democracy as a pawn” is going to become quite the buzzphrase.
Oh, and those subversive lyrics?
It don’t really matter
Gonna find out for yourself
No it don’t really matter
Gonna leave this thing to
Somebody elseIf they were missionaries
Real time visionaries
Sittin’ in a Chinese stew
To view my disinfatuationI know that I’m a classic case
Watch my disenchanted face
Blame it on the Falun Gong
They’ve seen the end
And you can’t hold on nowCause it would take a lot more
hate than you
To end the fascination
Even with an iron fist
More than you got to rule a nation
When all I’ve got is precious timeIt don’t really matter
Guess I’ll keep it to myself
Said it don’t really matter
It’s time I look around
For somebody elseCause it would take a lot more
time than you
Have got for masturbation
Even with your iron fist
More than you’ve got to rule a nation
When all we’ve got is precious time
More than you’ve got to fool a nation
When all I’ve got is precious timeIt don’t really matter
I guess you’ll find out for yourself
No it don’t really matter (matter…)
So you can hear it now
From somebody else
Keep on rockin’ in the free world, Axl.
Do It Gently, But Do It
Nov 26th
There are many things in this world I make no claim to understand. I know they exist; I have no issue with accepting their reality. But understand? Not there yet.
One of these things is the desperately wicked nature of humanity. We see it daily in events large and small. Currently we are witnessing the horror of the terrorist attack in India, as much an assault on Judaism and Jews — witness how the Nariman House, site of the Chabad-Lubavitch Center in Mumbai (the Chabad-Lubavitch Center is an international outreach of orthodox Judaism; it also promotes Kabbalah which it refers to as the Jewish mystical tradition), was targeted along with hotels and restaurants frequented by tourists to the city formerly named Bombay — as it is on behalf of apparently Islamic extremists. Then there is the small, at least as defined by the world at large, such as a recent incident in a company I know involving affairs among several co-workers, all married, with some participants indulging themselves in more than one illicit partner. Apparently when they were asked to increase their work output it was interpreted to mean increase their putting out. But I digress.
Another fact of life that constantly surprises me but shouldn’t is how consistently I am caught unaware by such things, especially the participants’ identity. Terrorists I can grasp. However, referring to the aforementioned office hijinks I have a casual business knowledge of all those involved. Never ever ever would have suspected any of them as being capable of laying pipe with anyone other than their betrothed. One would think at nearly half a century on this planet I’d be at least somewhat removed from the naïve side of life. Obviously, not always.
There is an understandable element of a believer not seeing the capability for evil in others. Cognizance of the light and shadow within oneself leads to understanding not only how this is true for all but the additional knowledge of how God works through us despite our sinful nature, therefore works through others as well. I’ve often used the illustration of Samuel and Kings as compared to Chronicles. The same time period in Israel’s history is covered in both, yet while Samuel and Kings are stuffed to the gills with tales of failings and foibles by Israel’s leaders Chronicles gives scant attention to these things, instead focusing on the good done by said leaders when there was any upon which to be focused. Samuel and Kings are history from man’s viewpoint. Chronicles is history from God’s viewpoint. It’s not that He is unaware of or ignores the evil that men do. However, He is in the sin-forgiving profession on behalf of those who profess both their evil and repentance thereof. He also gives credit where credit is due to those who do His will.
The question is how does one deal with the evil done by others. There has been an alarming misinterpretation of how a believer is commanded not to judge another believer for they too are but sinners saved by grace as somehow meaning a believer should never confront another believer entrapped by their own sinful actions. Far too often “if any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her” is parroted without the slightest reference to Jesus’ final words to the woman caught in adultery: “Go now and leave your life of sin.” You can’t preach the former and backpedal the latter.
It’s a mite odd that in Paul’s letter to the Galatians which primarily consists of ripping them a new one for getting off track one finds these words:
Brothers, if someone is caught in a sin, you who are spiritual should restore him gently. But watch yourself, or you also may be tempted. Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. If anyone thinks he is something when he is nothing, he deceives himself. Each one should test his own actions. Then he can take pride in himself, without comparing himself to somebody else, for each one should carry his own load.
“Gently?” After everything he said earlier? Ohhkay then…
Seriously, not telling someone who’s messing up the truth out of fear of appearing judgmental does them no favor. Or yourself, for that matter. Most everyone suffers from some form of lumpy theology disease, the symptom of which is being virtually unassailable in one area of temptation while in another putting up less resistance than overwatered Jell-O. The person who wouldn’t steal a crust of bread if they were in the last stages of starvation can’t keep their clothes on. The person for whom honesty is the only policy will do whatever it takes to make their bank account swell. And so forth.
Part of this whole body of believers deal is the thought that those who are strong in Point A but not strong in Point B can help those not strong in Point A but strong in Point B and vice versa. If we immediately sound retreat and hide behind our private castle walls, scared to death to say or do anything for anyone as part of getting them back on track, what good are we to them? Or to ourselves if we allow wrongdoing to go unchallenged? Or to God? There is no witness when sin is met by silence.
No, I don’t often understand how or why people do what they do. I do understand the obligation we who are believers have to deal with it. Namely, we do have to deal with it. Directly. In and with genuine love. There are no other options. Not throwing stones is a good thing. But leaving it at that? Not so good.
Back Home
Nov 25th
Cherie the thrasher yawned and stretched her wings. She had just woke up after an odd night’s sleep in her home underneath the bushes that lined the back wall of what used to be Gord the polar bear’s home. Cherie shook her head, as much to try and figure out the dream that had haunted her seemingly all night as in an effort to dismiss the early morning cobwebs.
The dream had started off innocuously enough. In fact, it had started with of all things her peacefully asleep in her home. Then, she awoke with a start at the sound of a voice she knew well.
“Cherie.”
She looked down. There, standing in the middle of what was once her friend’s home was Alec, the old arctic fox she and Gord had often visited at night when the polar bear lived beneath there. He had moved what seemed like forever ago to a different zoo. Cherie would fly over and visit him sometimes in his beautiful new home. But there was no place there for her to live, so she stayed put.
Cherie never begrudged Gord his good fortune. He deserved a place in the new zoo. Still, she missed having him around. No one had moved into his home, which suited her just fine. There could be only one silly polar bear.
So why was Alec here in Gord’s old home? He could barely walk, and his home was on the other side of the zoo. It must have been a long, painful journey for him to make. Cherie was about to ask him about this when the fox again spoke.
“Cherie. Who lives here?”
Now this was a peculiar question, especially for one as wise as Alec. The thrasher for a moment thought this might be a trick question. However, she had never known Alec to speak in riddles. With a bit of caution in her voice she replied, “No one lives here, Alec.”
The fox smiled a little. “Aren’t you forgetting someone?”
Cherie thought about it for a minute, then realized her mistake. “Well, no one other than me.”
“And who once lived here?”
The caution was replaced by a touch of melancholy. “Gord.”
“Then he lives here as well.”
A puzzled thrasher replied, “But Alec… Gord moved a long time ago. He’s at another zoo now.”
Alec smiled again. “Was he happy here?”
“I guess. He always seemed to be.”
“Then he lives here.”
A now thoroughly confused Cherie cocked her head a little, not sure what to say.
Once more Alec smiled. “One lives only where their heart is, Cherie.”
“So you’re saying because Gord was happy here, he lives here.”
“Quite so.”
“That doesn’t mean he actually lives here, Alec.”
Yet again Alec smiled, only this time he said nothing. And with that, the dream ended.
Cherie sat and thought about the dream. It all seemed so peculiar, Alec insisting that Gord lived here despite his having been gone for a long time. Yet even with this fresh in her mind, out of habit she walked over to the wall’s edge and peered down into…
… Gord’s eyes.
Cherie was so startled she almost hurt herself on a branch as she jumped back. Slowly she crept over to the edge and looked again. No, she had not been seeing things. There was Gord, sitting there smiling and looking up at her as he had done so many mornings before he left.
They both sat there for a moment. Then in the quiet low voice she knew so well the polar bear said, “Why, Cherie. Aren’t you going to say good morning?”
“But… but… am I still dreaming?”
“Why, no, Cherie. Since I am quite awake, it goes to reason you are as well, given that we’re talking to each other.”
“But… but… you’re here!“
Gord chuckled. “Apparently so.”
“How… why…”
Gord reached out with one of his front paws. Cherie understood what this meant. She hopped down and landed on the paw so Gord to talk to her face to face, or as he referred to it snout to beak.
“My dear Cherie. I was quite content living here with you and Alec and all my friends. But when the chance came to move to a different zoo, why, I had to see what it was about.”
Cherie nodded as God continued. “It was a lovely place. The humans there were wonderful. The other animals were quite nice. It was an excellent place to live. But it wasn’t home.”
The polar bear slowly moved his paw. “Here… why, here I can come and go as I please, saying hello to everyone and talking about anything there is to talk about. Here is where I met you, and all my friends. Here… why, here is where my heart is. And so I came back. To stay. If you don’t mind.”
Now it was Cherie’s turn to smile. She stretched out and lightly tapped Gord’s nose with the tip of her beak.
“Silly polar bear. Silly, silly polar bear. I’m sorry you had to leave the other place. But I’m glad you’re back.”
“Why, so am I, my friend. So am I.”
New Graphic
Nov 24th
I’m going to be introducing this one to the CafePress store on assorted items in the next couple of days:

Let me know what you think.
Who’s The Turkey Here?
Nov 23rd
Every family worth its stuffing and giblets has its Thanksgiving traditions. Such is the case with mine. Yours truly in the days of his youth found it the height of amusement to periodically open the oven door, gaze upon the turkey browning inside, and say “gobble gobble gobble” to indicate the bird was not yet ready for consuming. Once the hopefully not foul fowl would reach its optimum level of dryness (sorry, Mom), it would be transported to the dining room table where my father would masterfully carve the main course while taking as little for himself as possible. As he oft stated, he ate turkey once a year which was more than good enough for him. Anyway, the gathered family would give thanks, then commence to set up the betting pool as to which pet owned by which member of said family would be the first to be even more thankful for that time after dinner when the humans would leave the table in favor of the living room but before the remains of dinner would be cleared. My mother’s dog and/or one of my sibling’s cats would have quite the fine fun time… up to the moment my mother would return to the dining room, catch them in the act, and commence to severely lecture the animal in question. I still recall listening to her scolding my sister’s cat: “Zonker! Get off that table! Quit licking the cream cheese out of those celery stalks!” Pause. “Don’t you stick your tongue out at me!” Always the insolent one, that feline.
Somewhere along the line, the fundamental law that in order to eat meat an animal would be required to give its all came to light. Not that I ever participated in such activities. My father was not unaccustomed to hunting, although I don’t recall him ever doing so. Then again, he had five kids. When you have one or more urchins requiring a good paddling on a routine basis, as an orderly lot we were not, breaking out the rifle and spending a weekend tracking down game probably seemed a tad excessive since said animal had done far less to annoy you than assorted rugrats rampaging through the domicile. Best to take out ones frustrations on the source thereof. Speaking of the referenced corporal punishment, the reason I was spanked far more infrequently than my siblings had nothing to do with me being the baby of the family. It was because I was so much better than the rest. Deal, brothers and sister. But I digress.
Having come to grips with the fact that those hamburgers I craved as a child and still get the occasional honkerin’ for today are composed mostly of ground up burnt dead cow muscle, the recent kerfuffle over Sarah Palin doing her PR duty by pardoning a turkey (no, not Ted Stevens; he doesn’t deserve a pardon and turkeys should strongly protest having their good name sullied by any association with the not nearly soon enough former Senator) at — brace yourself — a turkey farm which believe it or not is a place where turkeys are born and bred as food, thus when it’s time to become dinner the turkeys are killed, is more than a tad amusing. How do those outraged by this think turkeys get to market? They’re born fully grown and freshly dead? That large heavy thing wrapped in white plastic is actually the result of a mad scientist’s experiments with combining soy, steroids, and retired animatronic parrots from the Tiki Room at Disneyland? Every year just before Thanksgiving, across the land rafters of turkeys commit seppuku?
Let’s face it. If it wasn’t for the fact it was Sarah Palin filmed by a news crew at the turkey farm, no one save those who saw the story when it was originally broadcast on whichever station would know it exists. That people are actually freaking about this is a sign of how unhinged the mere mention of Palin’s name makes liberals. Quite frankly, whenever she’s brought up liberals act like… like…
… turkeys the day before Thanksgiving.
Sharks And Sarah
Nov 22nd
Earlier this evening in a National Hockey League contest the San José Sharks trounced the Washington Capitals 7-2.
Which naturally gave cause to think about Sarah Palin.
Above and beyond the obvious ‘hockey mom’ connection, there were actually several elements leading to this contemplation. All coincidental of course, yet still present. And rather fun to think about. With that said, consider these points:
#1
- The Sharks, who being the home team were the good guys in the eyes of most all in attendance, debuted their alternate jersey during the game. Unlike the team’s usual teal home and white away jerseys, this one is black.
- Therefore, it can be said that the good guys wore black.
- Chuck Norris starred in the film “Good Guys Wear Black.”
- During the campaign Norris wrote a column praising Sarah Palin.
- Are you going to argue with the man?
#2
- Sarah Palin is a hockey fan.
- Palin is as American as they come.
- Palin lives in Wasilla, Alaska.
- The closest American NHL team to Wasilla is San José (direct distance 2,050 miles give or take a few).
- San José is Palin’s home team.
#3
- The captain of the Sharks is Patrick Marleau.
- Marleau wears #12.
- The next Presidential election is in 2012.
- Sarah Palin is a strong possibility to run for President in 2012.
- Can’t the President be fairly considered the captain of the team?
#4
- Sarah Palin’s nickname, stemming from her basketball playing days, is “Sarah Barracuda.”
- The barracuda is an aquatic predator.
- The shark is a much larger, stronger, fiercer and relentless aquatic predator.
- Palin is strong, fierce and relentless in fighting for what is right.
- What better representation of Palin than a shark?
#5
- Hockey is looked down on in the pantheon of professional sports as being somehow inferior due to its regional nature.
- In fact hockey is superior to football, baseball and basketball in terms of genuine competitive excitement, required athletic skills, and in terms of lacking the drugs and greed that plague the aforementioned sports on the professional and collegiate level.
- Conservatives are looked down on in the pantheon of politics as being somehow inferior due to their small town American roots and values.
- In fact conservatives are superior to liberals when it comes to understanding the realities of this world and how to deal with them along with the relationship of man and God.
- Palin is a conservative who understands the relationship of man and God.
Therefore:
- Hockey = superior.
- Palin = superior.
And did I mention the Sharks beat Washington tonight?
And so:

It works.
Remember The Podcast?
Nov 21st
It’s been so long since I’ve done one I’m beginning to think I’ve forgotten how! Hopefully in the not too terribly distant future I can get back into the swing of things.
Anyway, if you have an iPhone, the latest software upgrade to version 2.2 enable you to get podcasts via the phone’s iTunes application. Provided you have an iTunes account.


