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30 Days of Twain – Day 19

You can’t depend on your judgment when your imagination is out of focus.

My Take – If you can’t imagine what ‘right’ ought to look like, you’re going to have a heck of a hard time knowing it when you see it.

Today’s Earworm

I should have thought of this one before Valentine’s Day, but better late than never.

Thoughts on the Weekend

  • Really, George Lucas?  You added a sub scene in the re-release of “The Phantom Menace” where JarJar calls Amidala ‘hot’?  And he was speaking to a 9 year old Anakin?  Yeah, nothing creepy about that.
  • Taking Boo to a local establishment with video games, ticket prizes, blow-up confidence courses, and a two story inflatable slide may have been my best idea ever.  He was would wound up like a cheap watch after we got home, but he was asleep at 7:30 precisely and I haven’t heard a peep out of him yet.
  • Taking a full-on face plant off of the end of the two story slide might be nature’s way of telling you that it’s time to go eat some pizza.*
  • I think Boo is going into a growth spurt.  At the restaurant, he ate three chicken fingers, a handful of corn chips, a quesadilla, and half a large pepperoni pizza washed down with a large glass of milk.  When we got home, he complained he was hungry.  I shudder at the thought of the teenage years.
  • Next time I take Boo there, I have to make sure I’m not on pager support, because it would have been a lot more fun if I’d been able to take advantage of the well-stocked bar.
  • Boo and Girlie Bear won enough tickets playing games to win a pen shaped like a flamingo and a dinosaur filled with silicone gel that you could squeeze and make bubbles with.  I thought that was kind of neat until I realized how much money I’d given Girlie Bear to entertain herself and that these two pieces of soft rubber kitch were all she had to show for it.
  • Taking a vacuum to a dog might not be the most fun thing I and Shadow have ever done together, but it’s more effective than using the leaf blower to gather up all of the hair.  Guess it’s going to be an early spring, because I could knit a litter of puppies out of what we swept up the other night.
  • Went out and laid out the spring project of moving everything on the north end of the back yard to the south end and everything on the south end to the north end with Irish Woman.  I started to object on some of the details, but held my tongue.  It’s easier that way, and I now have plausible deniability.
  • Irish Woman put out bird feed this morning, and our front porch looked like something out of “The Birds”.  I’m not looking forward to cleaning that sidewalk.
* He was fine.  I gave him a hug, told him to walk it off, and he was OK by the time we got back to the table.  Of course, the waterworks started as soon as he saw his mom, but we’ll work on that.

News Roundup

  • From the “Bad Night” Department – A police officer, his K9 partner, and a suspect in a crime were run over when the car the suspect had been driving rolled forward.  At the time, the officer was struggling with the suspect and the suspect had forgotten to put it in park when he bolted from the car.  Something tells me that by the time he gets out of jail, he’s going to wish the darn thing had run over his head.
  • From the “That Explains It” Department – A British woman living in North Dakota has been diagnosed as being allergic to cold temperatures.  She reports that she and other members of her family have always had pain in their joints and other symptoms when the temperature drops.  Having lived in Grand Forks, I hope she has plans to spend the winter a bit further south. It gets so cold up there that you bring the brass monkey in for the night sometimes.  You know it’s cold when International Falls is on the local forecast map every day.  Although I wish I’d known about this condition when I was living up there.  “Ma, I can’t go out there and shovel the snow.  It’s so cold that my joints will swell up and I won’t be able to do anything for days but watch TV.”.
  • From the “You First” Department – A new technology developed in Texas promises to bring a future where humans don’t drive their cars.  Instead, an on-board computer would communicate with a coordinator computer to mesh it with other cars on the road, especially at intersections.  Nothing can go wrong here.  I will never allow me or my kids to use such technology.  I work with computers and I trust them about as far as I can see them, and even then I watch them closely.    What are you going to do when you look up from your morning paper to discover that your computer chauffeur is choking on its own lungs and you’re speeding towards an intersection chock full of nuns and old people?
  • From the “Building Bridges” Department – Our long, local nightmare is finally over.  The I-64 bridge over the Ohio River re-opened Friday night.  It was closed last fall when workers found cracks in some of the supports.  What this has meant is that most of the traffic between Kentucky and Indiana has been going over two bridges instead of three.  Commutes that used to take 30 minutes have been averaging over two hours.   Now things should return to normal, at least until they start closing the other two bridges to repair all of the damage that the dramatic increase in traffic caused.  

30 Days of Twain – Day 18

In the beginning of a change, the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot.

My Take – It’s become a proforma tactic of any politician on the national stage to be shown in camouflage clothing holding a shooting iron and sipping a cup of Folgers on the tailgate of a pickup.  Doesn’t matter if he’s the scion of a rich family, or if he married into money not once but twice.  They’ve got to get those shots of them supporting our gun rights in order to convince us rubes that they’re looking out for us.  I have my problems with Rick Perry and Sarah Palin, but they at least could tell which end the bullets come out of before they decided to run for office.

Now that the momentum is behind those of us who believe in gun rights, it’s easy for politicians of both the bluest liberal and metrocon conservative stripes to say they were for guns before they were against them.  I have a lot more respect for people who had the guts to stand up in 1994 and rail against the Brady Bill, or who complained about the gun laws in Massachusetts, DC, Chicago, New York, and California before it was what the cool kids were doing.

I Blame Qui-Gon

This afternoon, Girlie Bear and I decided to do something out of the ordinary and went to the movies.  George Lucas recently re-released The Phantom Menace, the first episode in his six episode Star Wars saga and the fourth movie released in that series.  The movie has been re-done in 3D, which was OK, and as usual, a Lucas movie does really well in special effects and does OK in acting, dialogue, and story.

Of course, being a geek, I’ve seen it before, so the story wasn’t exactly a surprise.  Lucas did a lot of the scenes, even ones that do nothing but plot exposition, in 3D, which was interesting.  Watching the scenes where tanks and droid soldiers march down the main street, complete with arch and the victory parade at the end tells me that Lucas has watched Triumph of the Will and movies from Paris in 1940 more than a few times.  So in addition to robbing Kurosawa blind, he also owes Leni Riefenstahl a beer.

But that’s not what struck me as the credits rolled.

What hit me was that all of the turmoil of the remaining five movies was the fault of one character.  No, not Palpatine, the Naboo Senator, Republic Chancellor, Emperor of the Galaxy, Sith Lord, and collector of authentic Wookie and Ewok teddy bears.

No, all of it was brought about by Qui-Gon Jin.

Qui-Gon is the master Jedi Knight who is teaching Obi-Wan Kenobi to be a Jedi when the movie begins.  He and Obi-Wan are sent on a mission to ‘convince’ one faction in a trade dispute to stop leaning on another faction.  By convince, I mean ‘show up wearing light sabers and force them to back down’.  You know, the same way that Vito Corleone and Luca Brazi got Johnny Fontaine that movie gig.  He fails when the people he was there to put the arm on tried to kill them both, launch a planetary invasion, and arrest/compost most of the opposing side in the dispute.  He convinces the leader of the losing side, Queen Amidala, to flee from the scene, lands on Tattooine to find parts, makes off with a slave he thinks might be the Jedi messiah, and deposits both of them on Coruscant, the Republic capital.  He picks a fight with the Jedi Council when they tell him that teaching the force to an emotionally unstable former slave is probably not the wisest thing to do.  He gives them the rhetorical finger and is sent back to Naboo with a ragtag band of people wearing red shirts.  On arrival, he follows the battle plan of a teenage girl, fights an evil Sith that looks like he was born out of a Larry Correia fever dream, and loses because his devoted Padwan was never good at wind sprints.  Obi-wan then goes on to finish the job by turning Darth Maul from an innie into an outie, saving the day. Obi-Wan makes a promise to Qui-Gon to teach Anakin Skywalker all of the skills he will need to bring down a democratic regime and murder just about everyone Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon know.

In all of those little plot points, all of the mistakes are made by Qui-Gon, and if he had zigged instead of zagged on any of them, Palpatine would have gone down as being the most affable evil Chancellor the Republic ever had, Anakin Skywalker would be the Jeff Gordon of the podracer circuit, and Amidala wouldn’t have passed on the “worst hair styles in a quarter century” gene to her daughter.

Here are the biggest mistakes he made, in your hosts humble opinion:

  1. Didn’t leave JarJar to get turned into cat meat.  When Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan trick the Gungun boss to let them go and give them transport so they could get to the Naboo capitol, Qui-Gon also asks that JarJar Binks be released to them.  It was done almost as an after thought.  If Qui-Gon hadn’t done that, JarJar wouldn’t have been there in the next movie to hand Palpatine dictatorial powers on a silver platter with a side of fries.  We would also have been spared two more movies worth of a bad Caribbean accent.
  2. Left Naboo with no air cover.  After freeing Queen Amidala and her entourage from the droid soldiers, they all decide to run like scalded dogs back to Coruscant.  In order to get to the Queen’s ship, which apparently was kept ready to go with her wardrobe and hair goop, they have to defeat the droids guarding the hangar.  These droids are also guarding the pilots for the fighters that are housed there, because when you’re decapitating a government, the last thing you want to do is massacre their elite pilots immediately.  After quickly dispatching the droids, the pilots are told to run, and they do.  Heaven forfend that they be inspired to jump in the cockpit and defend their queen as she runs to get help.  So the ship containing the soon-to-be government in exile takes off with no fighter escort.  This probably led directly to the ship being damaged, which necessitates the next stop in their journey:  Tattoine.  This is the home planet of everyone’s favorite Sith Lord in waiting, Anakin Skywalker.
  3. Going through an elaborate scheme to get parts to fix the ship.  Following the Star Wars tradition of using hyperdrive engines made out of paper mache and Coke bottles, our ragtag band of Jedi knights, queens with weird clothes and hair, and amphibious Rastafarians touch down on Tattoine to get parts and make repairs.  Qui-Gon goes into town to find parts, where he meets Anakin and discovers that only one junk dealer has the necessary gear, or at least that’s what the junk man says.  Qui-Gon doesn’t seem to check with the competition to see if he might be telling a little fib in order to get the rube in the brown coat to make a purchase.  The junk man won’t take the money they bring with them, and Jedi mind tricks don’t work.  Apparently Qui-Gon isn’t comfortable using the tactics he would have used on the Trade Federation on this slave-owning cheat of a junk dealer, so he has to find a less direct way of bilking the parts out of him.  He comes up with a convoluted plan to put a 9 year old into a dangerous podrace and cheat the junk dealer out of not only the parts, but also his slave.  I mean, it’s not like he could have just whipped out that light saber and started singing off wings to get the parts or anything.  He could have gone to another junk dealer who would have taken his Republic money or fallen for Jedi mind tricks to buy the parts or make a three cornered deal for them with the first guy.  Or he could have just sold the broken ship for whatever he could get and arranged transport on another ship.  Or heck, just offered to trade R2D2, a valuable repair droid he had brought along with him on this run to Starship Depot, for the parts.  That would have gotten him back to Coruscant quicker, spared the galaxy the scourge of Darth Vader, and saved us from all of those “why did the Empire make all of the power receptacles the same size and shape as the USB ports?” jokes.
  4. Taking Anakin with him to Coruscant.  After winning the parts from the junk dealer, Qui-Gon cheats him out of Anakin’s freedom.  He could have left him there to work as a tradesman or podracer long enough to buy his mother’s freedom.  That way he could have felt better about saving one slave out of the scores that must have existed on Tattooine, and we’d have been spared Hayden Christensen in the next two films.  Instead he thinks that he can make a 9 year old former slave with separation anxiety into an elite mystical warrior that will enforce the will of a democratically elected government that didn’t give enough of a damn about his plight as a slave to detail someone to free him and the rest of the human chattel on Tattooine.  The word you’re looking for here is ‘hubris’, which is pretty much the reason the rest of the series had a plot line.
It goes on from there.  If he had failed to do any of these things, all of the unpleasantness in the remainder of the series wouldn’t have happened.  No Sith takeover, no massacre of the Jedi, no clone troopers, no Rebellion, no Death Stars, nothing.  
So in the end, I have come to believe that the villain of the entire six movie series was not Palpatine.  He at least was honestly evil.  Qui-Gon was a so-called good guy enforcer who brought down a millennium old Republic because he was “just trying to do the right thing”.  Kind of like someone taking money from hard working citizens to give to those who don’t feel that work is really that necessary, or a politician that would try to tax his way out of fiscal armageddon.  But then again, those last two might be too out of left field for anyone to believe.  Faster than light ships, laser swords, and sentient robots that are used and abused as slaves but don’t rise up and slaughter their former masters are more believable than that. 

30 Days of Twain – Day 17

H’aint we got all the fools in town on our side? And ain’t that a big enough majority in any town?

30 Days of Twain – Day 16

Laws are sand, customs are rock. Laws can be evaded and punishment escaped, but an openly transgressed custom brings sure punishment.

My Take – Your average person probably can’t recite the laws of their society too well, but they for sure can tell you just what the customs and taboos of the tribe are.  People will forgive breaking the law if it isn’t too bad or you pay enough blood money.  Break customs and either learn to run from the mob really fast or be prepared to defend your life against the whole tribe.  To sum up:  learn the customs of the tribe before you worry about what their laws are.   The sheriff might give you crap for jaywalking, but he might just throw your butt in jail over spitting on the sidewalk.

Watch the Hands

When I’ve talked to people who know more than I do about self-defense, the thing that I’ve heard more than one person say is “Watch the hands”.  Hands hold weapons, hands point guns, and hands are used to strike the first blow.  Mouths can say things that distract or incite you, eyes can fake you out about intentions.  If you pay attention to what the hands are doing, you have a better chance of knowing what someone is going to do in a confrontation.

President Obama and his supporters are cranking up the rhetoric machine to get their political base whipped up for the 2012 elections.  Their heads are making noises, and the mob is responding.  Maybe it’s promises to finish the work he wanted to do this term but couldn’t because of the evil opposition.  Maybe it’s igniting jealousy about those perceived to have more.

But that’s not what the hands are doing.

The hands are creating “Truth Squads” to disrupt and refute those who oppose the President.

The hands are describing people who prefer to pay cash or keep the government out of their lives as terrorists.

The hands are pushing the limits on constitutionality and decency to see just how far they can go to make us comply.

The hands are circumventing the Congress through executive fiat to do things that the representatives of the people won’t vote for.

The hands are negotiating with the U.N. on treaties that could potentially impinge on our civil rights if the President and Secretary of State can get them through the Senate.

The hands are organizing unions and a rabble to create the perception of mass demonstrations against the President’s opponents.

The hands are implementing economic and fiscal policies that will drive us to poverty and financial slavery for generations.

If we want to unseat President Obama in November, we need to stop listening to his rhetoric and start watching his actions.  We need to recognize and counteract them when they threaten the opposition and the integrity of the process.  We need to make sure that no matter who sits in the White House next January, there are enough Representatives and Senators who don’t belong to the Cult of Obama that they can slowdown or stop harmful things that Obama tries to do in the event that he has a second term.

Because it’s not his silver tongue that’s going to do damage to the Republic, it’s his hands.

Thought for the Day

Kevin linked to and commented on an incident in Tucson where a man overcame the magical incantation surrounding a restraining order and murdered his ex-girlfriend.

Things like this make my blood boil.  I am sick and tired of reading about women who are murdered by these animals because society has convinced them that a pice of paper will stop an abusive husband or boyfriend.

So I make this pledge:

If my children survive to adulthood before I die, and Irish Woman passes away before I do, I promise to create a charity with the proceeds from my estate that will pay for people who can legally own a firearm, have a protective order out against someone, and do not have and can’t afford a gun of their own can go to a designated gun store, be given an inexpensive 9mm handgun, 200 rounds of ball ammunition, and 50 rounds of defensive ammunition.  They will also be given one hour of individual instruction on using said firearm safely and effectively, and will have their concealed carry class and permit fees covered so that they can take the gun with them when they leave the house.

In the meantime, I am making it known that any woman with a protective order in the Louisville area who can provide her own gun and ammunition can be my guest at a range and I will show them how to safely and effectively shoot it.  I’ll bring a .22 pistol to get her started and then we’ll transition to what she’s got to defend herself.  I can’t promise she’ll be able to blow the balls off a gnat at 40 paces, but I think I can get her to the point she can put a magazine of 9mm into the chest of someone across the room.

I may not be able to do much, but I will do what I can.

Update – TinCan Assassin and Six have been gracious enough to link to this and echo the sentiment.  Thanks guys!  If enough people in danger seek out people who will help them to know efficient ways to defend themselves, maybe stories like this will become rarer.