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Friday, March 14, 2003
Today Lileks linked to one Liv Aleo, a cute young woman who runs a pacifist website called "Become the Change." (Presumably for people who want a faster path than "Working for Change.")
To call Aleo a dim bulb would be an insult to hard-working 20-watt illuminators. The GE products in my house may not know much, but they surely are more aware of history than Ghandi's grandson, approvingly quoted by Aleo:
Yes, you read that right. Hitler's regime commited every possible cruelty against its Slavic foes. For example: "The Fuehrer has decided to have St. Petersburg wiped off the face of the earth." And Goering: "Whether ten thousand Russian females collapse during the construction of an antitank ditch does not concern me, so long as the ditch gets built." While the Nazis concealed evidence of their most vile crimes, in general they worshipped power and cruelty. But when confronted with the grandson of a famous man and a hippie chick with a nice chest, the three-million strong attacking force would have turned around and slunk off. Shirer wept. (The initial attack involved three million men along an enormous frontier of something like 800 miles. How many hippies does it take to man an 800-mile long front "thousands deep"?) Anyway, Aleo is inspired by the idea of thousands of activists shaking their fingers on the Iraqi border:
I think it's easy for a soldier to figure out whether his mom or wife is a human shield ... by calling them up and asking them? "Hi Mom, it's Kenny. Have you lost your mind? Sorry, I was just checking." Become The Change is recruiting human shields, but in an innovative way:
So you can have the self-satisfaction of working for peace while calculating a sufficiently large number of co-conspirators that makes it unnecessary for you to leave your couch! And thus we have anti-war activism as conceived by 16-year old girls considering skinny dipping: "I will if everyone else will."
Here's another strange job lead, this one from Dice: A job at the Second Foundation!
"Where if you don't get along with your manager -- we'll fix it."
Here's a job lead mailed to me by Monster:
Macroscopomy Company Seeks C++ Engineer With Pathology Background Makes you wonder what such a person would do with operator overloading. Do you think they'll bring out a cadaver for the interview? Thursday, March 13, 2003
John Jay Ray emailed me "word up" about a new blog called PC Watch, which documents ridiculous applications of political correctness worldwide. Peter Cuthbertson (and Ray, who also posts) have an eye for the ridiculous and the absurd; reading their blog reminds me of the great Liberty column "Terra Incognita". For example:
As we know, dissent is crushed in George Bush's Amerikkka. Thus it is only every other day that the local newspaper carries an editorial telling me that when thousands of office workers are massacred, it's my fault:
Strawman alert: Nothing will end the threat of terrorism. Locking up Sirhan Sirhan did not end the threat of assassination.
Yeah, it's tough on rich people from Saudi Arabia and Egypt when my country keeps shovelling money at their governments.
Bin Laden challenged all Muslims to establish universal peace on one pillar: Sharia. If it's not from the Koran, our enemies have no use for truth, justice, love, and freedom.
Did Pope John say that? I thought it was Bernard Law.
Check out the misdirection. Saddam has not told the truth, but then Molly G. Lackwit, age 14, told her parents a lie about whether she has smoked cigarettes, so what's the big deal?
Our nation should take off its blouse, lay on the floor, spread its legs, and ask to be raped again.
Listen, cocksucker: I don't care what Muslims eat or how many vowels their language has or what kind of headwear they find fashionable. My culture and way of life says that I have the right to work in a skyscraper or take a trip on an airplane without fear of being brutally murdered.
Okay: "Mr. Hussein, please resume your torture, murder, and research into biological weapons." Listen, asswipe: There are people who need to reconcile their wrongs, and they are not reading San Jose newspapers.
Two years ago nobody had heard of Bin Laden. Now every penny-ante leftist is convinced that a war will make thousands of Bin Laden. What makes USA-vs.-Iraq model 2003 different from any one of the thousands of other wars throughout history? I wonder if 1939's appeasers claimed that a war with Germany would create many new Hitlers? Wednesday, March 12, 2003
One of the unfortunate side effects of 9/11 has been the sad decline of intelligent libertarian commentary. A few months after the war I let my subscription to Liberty lapse. The magazine had become unreadable not because of its opinions but because of the poor quality of its arguments.
Here is an example by the worst of the writers to appear in Liberty's pages after September 11, one George W.C. McCarter. In the October 2002 issue McCarter wrote "The Case of Johnny Jihad," an examimation of the John Walker Lindh affair. Now it would not be difficult to critique the indictment of Lindh on libertarian grounds. Lindh does not belong to the United States. He is not its chattel. If Lindh wishes to go to Afghanistan and fight for Allah, that is his business. The laws of the United States do not and should not extend to Central Asia; what Lindh does there is none of the American government's business. Of course if Lindh should come into conflict with American armed forces, it would certainly be reasonable for them to shoot at him or make him a POW. But Lindh should be treated as any other combatant, not as a slave who ran off his owner's farm. That was my off the cuff attempt to defend Lindh from a libertarian perspective; it was not at all what McCarter wrote. McCarter attempted to minimize the case against Lindh with enough hand-waving to give ten hardened software engineers carpal. For instance:
This is not a philosophical argument; it is the most vulgar sort of obfuscation as might be practiced by Johnny Cochrane. Was Hemingway not a combatant? Is there any point in using him as an analogy (rather than, say, a Danish civilian who volunteered for the SS) other than to cloud Lindh's actions in a halo of romantic literary respectability? McCarter continues on and on in this vein for three pages, conceding the legitimacy of the government's case against Lindh and trying to undermine it by quibbling about pointless details. I have also been disappointed by much of the writing found in Reason, especially the Hit and Run blog. Hit and Run at least is readable and contains some good stuff, but it also contains a great deal of pointless sniping. For example, take this entry from last week:
Wow, imagine that: Intelligence is often inaccurate! I thought you could just Google for "Saddam" "uranium" and get all the information you needed. There is of course a great deal of other evidence that Saddam is pursuing various forbidden weapons. Furthermore, if you treat the Baghdad regime with the same hostility and suspicion that you do Washington's, you would assume that Saddam were developing weapons of mass destruction until proven otherwise. Reason's schtick for promoting libertarianism is not to prosletyze, but to present little bits of evidence that the market works ad that the state does not. This may be a good scheme in general, but not now. There are momentous issues to be decided at this moment -- whether it is appropriate to preemptively strike other nations, what should be done to dictators who have violated ceasefire terms for a decade, how Al Qaeda can best be defeated. None of these issues will be decided by pointing out that a particular piece of evidence is false, or that Vice President Cheney has connections to Halliburton. Monday, March 10, 2003
I had a shitty weekend, and tears are running down my face. But I'm crying because of the only good thing that happened to me.
I spent the weekend playing bridge in San Mateo. Saturday I played in a big pair game with my partner Dan Voorhees. Dan is an older guy from up north (Santa Rosa) and I've been playing with him for about a year and a half. We played in a big field full of hopeless players, and they killed us. My friend Len was also playing, also had a bad game, and put it like this: "These people come to my table and they're drooling all over themselves. Then they play like Garozzo for three boards, and leave the table, and it's back to "duh, what?"" Here's two examples:
So Saturday was a discouraging day. Towards the end of the session a very good player from San Francisco was wandering around watching people and looking for a game for the Sunday Swiss. I humbly suggested that he could play with me and my wife and my friend Eric. I just said this to be polite, but he said "Let's do it"! I ran out to the car to call Eric -- and found out that he was busy Sunday. So I did not get to play in a team game. Sunday Sherry and I played in a side pairs. This was much more hopeless than Saturday as all the real players were in the Swiss. Our first session was crummy. During the second session we just sat there as east-west held all the cards. There were two rounds in a row where the East player played the first four boards. And of course the quality of play was awful; if a penguin had waddled in from Antarctica and started playing the cards he would have done better. We pretty much crushed the East-Wests who came to our table, but they were getting killed at the other tables too. It was the kind of field where you worked hard to hold them to no overtricks in a game contract, and then found that when they bid the game they had a top. Anyway, Sunday night I finally scratched -- tied for 2nd (out of 6!) for 0.99 masterpoints. The one good thing that happened was that we had lunch Sunday afternoon at Little Szechuan in downtown San Mateo. Sherry ordered a couple of traditional Szechuan dishes that I had never had before. One was a boiled beef dish. Doesn't that sound yummy? (Actually it sounds like English cuisine.) It was kind of like a beef and kim chee stew. It was really good! The other dish was a diced chicken dish with peppers I had not encountered before. They were thick and green, maybe a half inch wide and an inch or two long. They had a bell pepper flavor and were spicy but edible. I am eating the leftovers right now and wiping away the tears. Here is one cool hand from Saturday night: Fourth chair, none vul, I held AKJ 52 AK9763 A3. LHO and partner passed and RHO opened 1 !I didn't see that a 1N overcall was right; I decided to pass and maybe bid diamonds later. LHO passed and Dan passed after some consideration. What would you lead? If you led a high diamond I must say, what's the rush? I led a low diamond and dummy hit with 96 J986 J85 9842Partner won the queen! He switched to the jack of clubs and everyone ducked. Another club went to the queen and ace. I cashed my ace and king of trumps; Dan pitched a discouraging heart and an encouraging club. Now what? Well, the hand should be an open book. The only shape with which a three-card diamond suit is opened in standard is 4432. Declarer is marked with good hearts and the queen of spades. The run of the trumps will strip-squeeze declarer! If he throws two spades, his queen will drop. If he keeps Qxx, then he has come down to two hearts and I can throw him in. Declarer did pitch one spade, I hand-locked him, and he was forced to give me three spade tricks. +250 was a very good score.Dan's clubs were KJTxx, so we can take all the tricks after a club to my ace, trumps and a club back to the king. We're good, but not that good.
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