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The Day of Days

67 years ago today, the liberation of Nazi-occupied France and the rest of western Europe began. The armed forces of the United States and her allies had been derided by Hitler, and he sent his best general, Erwin Rommel, to make sure that the French coast was an impenetrable fortress.  The Germans felt so secure behind their Atlantic Wall that they allowed critical senior leaders to take leave during prime campaigning months. 

Hitler scoffed that an army and navy made up of the mongrels from America could stand up to his ‘racially pure’ Wehrmacht and SS.  Waves of paratroopers, glider infantry, and plain old doughfoots slogging out of the surf proved him wrong.  Navy destroyers, which normally stayed out of range of shore batteries, purposely put themselves in danger to provide fire support to the landing waves.  Army Air Corps pilots, many of whom had never flown in combat before, flew transport or bombing missions under heavy fire.  Green warriors, who had never heard a shot fired in anger, stood up to and defeated an army that had never known defeat and had conquered Europe at breakneck speed.

The fighting at Normandy and the rest of the Western Front pales in comparison to the battles between the Soviet Union and Nazi Germany on the Eastern Front.  But the opening of the Second Front on Juno, Gold, Omaha, Sword, and Utah beaches forced Hitler to fight on two fronts.  He would never concentrate his resources against any single opponent again. 

When I was stationed in Europe, I would occasionally come across an older Belgian, Dutch, or French citizen, and uniformly they would thank me for the sacrifices that my grandfather’s generation made for them.  Decades later, grown men would unashamedly weep at the memory of liberation.  What was different about this war from all other wars was our motivation. We fought in Europe to free it from tyranny, not to retaliate against an attack on us. We were not conquerors. We came, we liberated, we rebuilt, we protected, and we went home.

We will probably never see a battle like Operation Overlord again.  The nature of warfare has made the mass use of landing craft and airborne troops almost suicidal.  But the spirit of the American, UK, Canadian, and Free French who attacked Fortress Europe on June 6, 1944 lives on whenever our nations work together to make others free.

Book to Movie Musings

Since I became a father in the early 1990’s, it’s probably safe to say that I’m intimately familiar with Pixar Studios and their work, as well as the work of other studios who copied their digital approach to filmography.  Even a cursory look at the success of The Lion King, Shrek, and How to Train Your Dragon will show that these artists and their distributors have caught lightning in a bottle.

But almost all of the offerings in computer animation have been kid or family oriented.  The exception, of course, is Avatar.  Let’s get over the political and social commentary that this film is supposed to contain, and admit that James Cameron at least had the vision to take the medium that has worked for kids and make it work for an adult audience exclusively.

There are a lot of books in all of the genres that I have read that I think would make a really good movie, but due to problems with either the settings, characters, or story would be difficult to translate from paper to celluloid.  Some attempts have been made, such as Dune or Starship Troopers, with varying levels of success.  Some stories, such as Dune or Starship Troopers have so much commentary and story happening solely in the minds of the characters that no matter the medium, they would be difficult to make and still stay true to the original story, no matter the medium.

So what do you all think?  Are there books that you’ve enjoyed, and would like to see produced as a movie, especially if Pixar’s methods would do a better job than traditional cinema?

An Interesting Step

A company in Wisconsin is reporting that they have found a way make biofuel out of wood chips and agricultural waste such as corn stalks.  This may be a significant step.  If fuel can be made from what is normally a waste product, then the increased demand for food grains such as corn, and the resulting higher prices for food, could be eliminated.  It would be even more interesting if this process uses the cellulose in the plant matter to make ethanol, and not just the sugar in it.  That breakthrough would allow just about any plant material, such as grass or leaves, to make fuel.

Before cheering about this, I want to see some math that shows that more energy is produced by this fuel than is used to make it. That’s always been one of the drawbacks of corn based ethanol.  The amount of energy a gallon of ethanol provides is dwarfed by the amount of energy from petroleum that is needed to plant, fertilize, harvest, transport, and process it.

So, on the whole, I’ll give this one a qualified “cool”.  If this company can a) produce fuel that has a net increase in the energy produced and b) can do it economically enough that it can compete with petroleum fuels, then I’ll upgrade it to a “sweet”.

Good thing he didn’t have a gun

Or someone might have gotten hurt.

A man in Chicago was attacked by a group of youths on Saturday night.  And by attacked, I mean smacked by a baseball in the head and then beaten by 15 to 20 youths, and by youths I mean the semi-civilized denizens of our cities who get together to do nothing better than lay a beating on a random stranger.

The misguided children of the night fled when the police arrived, and apparently several were arrested.  Something tells me they weren’t members of the National Honors Society or the Boy Scouts.

At least this happened in Chicago, where I can almost guarantee that the recipient of the beat down was unarmed.  If he’d had a gun, he might have utilized it to either prevent the attack or to stop it before it progressed.  I mean, one of these poor unfortunates might have been harmed, either by running from an armed man who refused to be beaten within an inch of his life by a pack of urban wolves, or maybe even ventilated in the torso or cranium by someone who had the audacity to object to being victimized on the streets of a major American city.

Luckily, all the target of this mob had to defend himself against 20 to 1 odds was his rapier wit, and the police arrived to chase the group of youths away before he was beaten bad enough to actually die.  So I guess everyone won here.  The youths got to beat up a stranger, the stranger is still alive, and the police can claim they saved a man’s life when they go for funding next year.

Isn’t it nice when a story has a happy ending?

For you preppers out there

While we made our trip to the hardware store for paint on Sunday, I stumbled across a pre-packaged, long shelf-life form of protein:

Although, I must say, this would have to be my last resort to put a little protein into the daily soup in the event of TEOTWAWKI.  I’d have to be completely out of fish, squirrels, rabbits, deer, skunk, groundhogs, and household pets before I’d mix these into the Hamburger Helper.  I’ve eaten a few insects and the like before, and they lacked texture, flavor, and that whole mouth feel that makes food satisfying.  And good luck getting the kids to eat their dinner with this stuff, unless you make it into a Fear Factor kind of thing.

OC Non-Event

Along with Breda and other bloggers, today I made it a point to carry my pistol openly.  In Kentucky, you can OC without a license, so it’s not uncommon, especially away from the bigger cities.  I OC every so often, especially in the summer when it’s too hot and muggy to wear a cover garment.  I’ve never been challenged, and today was no exception.

We made a quick jaunt to the Big Blue Box of Lumber and Hardware for paint and garden plants.  As we went in, I double checked to make sure there was no binding signage, and found none.  Other than that, I didn’t pay it any mind, and apparently no-one else did.  I noticed no strange looks, and interacted with several employees and other shoppers.  
On the way home, I stopped to get some gas at one of the local stop-n-rob’s.  While waiting to pay for my bucket of Coke Zero, I chatted with the local constable, and he didn’t say anything about the gun on my hip.  By the way, that’s not a euphemism.  The little town I was passing through doesn’t have police, they have a constable.  The clerk did notice it as I checked out, but he did it at the same time I noticed the rather large revolver on his hip.  Did I mention that this was a family owned business in a pretty rural area?  Something tells me that a chain store in the suburbs wouldn’t have a clerk that was openly armed.
So there you go.  I openly carried a firearm, nothing happened, and no-one else seemed to have an issue with it. 

Household Archeology

I spent part of my morning stripping paint off of the hardware that affixes our shutters to our windows.  It occurred to me that as the Dremel ground down to the bare iron, I was looking at over 60 years of paint.  There was the original grayish primer, followed by at least six layers of different colored paint.

Irish woman also found four layers of paint on the shutters themselves:  gray primer, white, off white, park bench green, and the Navy blue she put on them several years ago.

When she first bought this house, Irish Woman stripped out several layers of wallpaper, which was all horrid, but reflected several decades of home decorating fashion.

Add to that the multiple generations of plumbing and wiring that I’ve encountered, and I’m beginning to feel like Indiana Jones whenever we try to do anything around here.

Now excuse me while I go add another layer for a future domestic archeologist to investigate.

Thought for the day

I’ve been taking care of small children for over three decades, and have been a father to four children over the past 19 years.  Today, BooBoo taught me something new:

When a small child Spiderman climbs up the back of your easy chair, does a leg-over maneuver that places him in your lap, grabs your ears, and head butts you hard enough that you see stars, that is a sign he wants you put the laptop down and pay attention to him.

The Weekend So Far

Sorry for the lack of postings.  Real life is intruding into all of my hobbies.  Here’s how it’s been going:

New Nutrition Propaganda Graphic

The government has relieved us of the drudgery of deciphering the food pyramid.   Almost two decades of having to actually read and understand the ratios of fats, grains, meats, and sweets are over.  Let the parade begin!

Their new reminder on how they think we should eat is called MyPlate:

Here at DaddyBear Laboratories, we’ve come up with our own graphic to show the ratios of the principle ingredients in a good, healthy diet that will not only keep your body strong, but will make you happier:

As you can see, not only are the basic needs of fruits, vegetables, grains, and protein taken care of, but all of the things that make plain old nutrition into a meal have been included.  Please feel free to post this in your kitchen, school cafeteria, and anywhere else good people go to enjoy food and life.