The thing that goes through my head when I see this is either the scene from Johnny Dangerously where the villain is saying “Knock down that fargin wall, knock down that fargin wall, and knock down that fargin wall over there”.

Or maybe I hear “Call now!  I can get you into Section 8 housing!  I’ll also throw in food stamps, student aid, and free ice cream on Fridays!  What would you pay now?  Call Crazy Barack, the Hyper Hawaiian today!”.

I saw this this morning, and I think it did a better job than anything I’ve seen so far at saying what needs to be said.

That day started like most any other day for me.  The kids had spent the night with their mother, so getting ready meant calling my lovely girlfriend to say good morning, feeding the cats, and getting out the door for work.

I was in the middle of some report or another when I heard commotion from the other people in the office.   Someone said that a skyscraper in New York was on fire.  I wandered down to our lunch room to get my morning coffee and found it packed with people watching the TV’s.  The first tower was indeed on fire, and that was when I learned that a plane had struck the World Trade Center.  I watched for a while, hoping it was just an accident when we saw the second plane hit.  The shocked silence in the room was deafening after the babble of people speculating about rescue efforts in the first tower.  I will say that you could tell the sheep from the goats in that moment when there were two reactions from members of both sexes:  Shocked tears of disbelief and looks of absolute rage at the realization of what was happening.

I ran upstairs to my desk and tried to get on the news sites to learn what exactly was going on, but our Internet connection was swamped. It wasn’t long before I got an email asking that people stay off of the telephone and Internet so that it could be used for coordinating the hundreds of flights that had been grounded.

I heard a TV in one of my co-worker’s cubicle and wandered over.  We talked for a while as we watched the towers burn, and then as they collapsed.  He was an Air Force vet, and I had recently left Fort Campbell.  We heard that the Pentagon had been attacked, and that there were other planes missing.  That sent both of us scrambling to our cell phones to call people who were still in the military.

Calls to friends in the military or other branches of government either didn’t get through, went unanswered, or got me a “We’re OK, but I can’t talk now” response.  Of course, calls to a friend who was working in the J-2 area of the Pentagon didn’t get through.  I later learned that my friends at bases around the world were quickly put either on alert to deploy in support of recovery and relief efforts or were set to work patrolling the perimeter of the base.

My ex-Air Force co-worker and I got back together after putting down our cell phones to compare notes and had the same results.  He mentioned that simultaneous attacks sounded familiar, and I said it sounded like the attacks in Africa a few years earlier.

The rest of the day was spent listening to the news and trying to get some work done.  My boss kicked everyone out at about 1 PM to get home to our families.  I went by the kids’ day care to pick them up, and noticed that the fuel warning light had come on.  That’s when I found that the price of gas had gone up from about $1.25 a gallon that morning to over $2.00, and the gas station I sat in line for an hour to get gas at was only taking cash.  To this day, I won’t buy gas from BP or Citgo because of their price gouging on September 11.

I took the kids over to Irish Woman’s house.  She was shaken up and didn’t want to be alone.  We compared what we knew, which wasn’t much, and tried to keep the kids from seeing the TV as we watched Dan Rather drone on.  She asked me if I was worried about our safety, and I said that I wouldn’t be too concerned unless whoever did this started blowing up grocery stores and fuel depots.

We were so engrossed in the attacks that we forgot that Little Bear’s birthday is September 11.  The cake was waiting for me at the grocery store, and they called me at 9 PM to see if I was going to come get it.  By then, the children were in bed, so we skipped the gifts and all that until the morning.  He was delighted to get presents, cake, and ice cream for breakfast, even if it was a day late.

So those were the facts of that day for me.  How did I feel?  I wasn’t concerned for my personal safety. If things were so bad that an IT guy in Kentucky was worried about suicide bombers, then we had bigger concerns.  I was worried about friends in New York and DC (everyone accounted for and unhurt, praise the Lord), but after trying to get in touch with everyone, all I could do was wait for news.  Mostly, like a lot of people, I was angry.  I was angry that someone had killed thousands of my people indiscriminately.  I wanted retribution, and I still do.  I don’t think that the death of bin Laden earlier this year was enough, and neither were the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan.  The barbarian hind-brain part of me is still waiting for our wehrgeld, paid in blood.

That night and in the days after, I watched President Bush make one of the most critical mistakes of his presidency:  He didn’t request a true, no holds barred declaration of war against Al-Qaeda and anyone who associates with or supports them.  He continued to make nice noises towards regimes and beliefs that offer lip service and sad faces while giving aid and comfort to those who want to see us dead.  I believe that if he had gone to Congress on September 12 and gotten a declaration of war, a lot of the issues we’ve had with the half measures and distractions we’ve seen in the last 10 years would not have happened.

Like a lot of people, I was blind to the cynicism of our law enforcement agencies when they put forward the laundry list of extra-Constitutional powers given to them in the USA Patriot Act and other new laws.  Since their passage, I’ve seen law enforcement and intelligence organizations do things with impunity that would have sent me to Leavenworth if I’d tried them as an intelligence specialist.  Especially troubling is the tendency to use these agencies and their new powers to monitor and investigate citizens who have nothing to do with terrorism.  And I’m pretty sure that I’ve made my position on the TSA and its ilk clear already.

So here we are, 10 years on from the attacks of September 11.  We’ve buried the dead, lashed out at those who did it, and been in a state of semi-war for a decade.  We’ve gotten involved in a bushel of conflicts around the globe, and straight-up invaded and occupied two countries.  My hope is that over the next decade we can find a way to ratchet down the overt wars we’re involved in while still succeeding in the covert ways that seem to be working out quite well.  I also hope that the balance between government power, especially the power to monitor the activities of law abiding citizens, and the rights of citizens can be rediscovered.  I also hope that by the time September 11, 2021 rolls around, our country can mark it as a memorial instead of a self-flagellation for the sins of being attacked.

OK, a little bit of local news here, but bear with me.

Louisville is a crossroads.  We have three interstate highways that converge in our downtown, and two of them continue on across the Ohio River into Indiana.  Both of those bridges are kind of old, and are in an almost continuous state of repair.

This afternoon, one of the bridges, the Sherman Minton, which carries Interstate 64, was closed completely.  Inspectors found a large crack in one of the main supports while doing work, and Indiana’s governor Mitch Daniels shut down the bridge out of concern for public safety.  This effectively cuts I-64 in both directions.  The only detour I can think of is to get on I-65, go north about 10 miles, then cut over about 15 to 20 miles back to I-64.  Anyone who’s tried to get onto I-65 from I-64 going either direction knows what a cluster that is, and it’ll only get worse now that twice as many people are going to be trying to do it.  Did I mention that the ramps between I-65 and I-65 I-64 are one lane?

This is a huge blow to traffic in Louisville.  There now only two bridges across the Ohio at Louisville, an 8 lane highway for I-65 and a 4 lane (sort of) bridge that connects two surface streets.  Both of them are already running at capacity during peak times, and now they will have to soak up not only the local traffic but also the interstate traffic that normally flows through the city on I-64.

I’m glad the problem was found before someone got hurt, and I’m sure the authorities will do whatever is necessary to make repairs and reopen the bridge.  But until they do, this is going to well and truly suck.

Researchers are complaining that the total amount of money spent on medical research in the United States stayed steady at $140.5 billion dollars, or about 5.5 percent of money spent on healthcare. 

To put that in perspective $140.5 billion is:*

• More than the GDP of 72% of the countries on Earth.  
• More than the combined GDP’s of the bottom 18% of countries.
• About .97% of US GDP
• About .2% of the entire world’s GDP.

I’m a recipient of the products of the good research that’s done in this country, and I won’t complain about how much it cost because they make my life much better than it could be.  However, I’m not going to complain that we ‘only’ spend more on medical research than 130 of the countries on the planet spend on everything.

*Use the 2010 WMF GDP numbers

The scene:

An American family watching a Disney movie after dinner, complete with a short cartoon about storks and rain clouds:

Girlie Bear:  What’s with the storks?
Irish Woman:  That’s an old wive’s tale.  They used to tell children that storks brought babies so they didn’t have to explain the exact way that you make a baby.
DaddyBear, trying to be a wise ass:   How exactly do we make babies?
Irish Woman, without losing a beat:   You take a nap, apparently.  The rest is a mystery to you.

Butt out, please.


The UN recently advised Australia that it should stop deporting criminal immigrants back to their home countries because doing so “violates their human and political rights”.  Apparently sending a Swede back to Sweden after he is convicted of several offenses, including rape, is a violation of a human right.  


Let me be the first to say that the United Nations Human Rights Committee can bite my hairy backside.  


Deciding who gets to come into a country and who gets to stay after being invited in is a basic function of a government.  There is no such thing as a ‘citizen of the world’.  This jerkoff, and many like him, was a guest of the Australian people, and abused that hospitality.  The government was perfectly within the scope of its power to tell them to get out of the country and not return.  


This isn’t racism or discrimination in any form.  This is a nation deciding that someone who isn’t a citizen doesn’t get to commit crimes and still be welcome.  


The U.N. needs to find something more productive to do with its time, like going back to being a debate club for despots and dictators, or maybe sending ‘peace keepers’ into war zones to observe the carnage and violate human rights all on their own.  How a nation deals with criminal immigrants is none of the U.N.’s business.

OK, I’ll be the first to admit that while I like sports, I have a low opinion of athletes in general.  It’s a bias on my part, and I admit that it’s irrational and probably based on several things that have happened in my life.


But a lot of the athletes out there don’t fit the stereotype of a spoiled chump who won the genetic lottery and was in the right place at the right time to catch a few million in exchange for having no other marketable skill.  Two of the young people who prove me wrong saved a little boy the other day:

Two Missouri Western football players have made a family fans for life after pulling a toddler out of a locked car on a day when temperatures reached 95 degrees

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These young men saw a person in trouble, figured out what the problem was, and helped without being asked.  The guy who broke the window took a chance with his college and possible professional football career when he broke the window in with his bare hand.  


Good for you gentlemen.  You did a selfless thing, and you showed that my bias isn’t universally warranted.

I just returned from the store with Boo, and I have something to say:

The following people are cordially invited to join the line to bite me, which forms to the right:

• The young couple who were making out in the greeting cards section.  Dude, you don’t need to get to second base next to the birthday cards.  
• The lady in the “Freddie Says Relax” tee shirt who chided me for correcting Boo when he smacked me next to the ice cream.
• The family who took 40 items to the “20 Items Or Less” aisle, used coupons, and then started yelling at the cashier in a language not normally used on this continent when she told them that half of the coupons were expired.
• The older lady who also brought 40 items to the “20 Items Or Less” aisle, but who used a check to pay and then took the time to balance her checkbook right then and there.
• The store manager who gave the cashier a dirty look when she started flirting with Boo at the checkout in order to keep him happy.  Remember, when the toddler’s happy, he’s quiet.
• The hipster douchebag who talked loudly about how children should be seen and not heard when I was playing with Boo and tickling him in line in order to keep him from getting bored and screeching. See above comment about toddler happiness.
• The man my age who told his children that he wasn’t going to waste money on books while he was in line to get cigarettes.
• The guy in the Mercedes station wagon who honked his horn and flipped me off because I had the audacity to be in the crosswalk back to the parking lot when he turned the corner and wanted to cruise past the front of the store.