Kerry is not an anomaly

Confirmation: Jean Fraud Kerry’s view that a military career is for dummies, failures, the left end of the bell curve is not his alone, that other prominent leaders among the Democrats share his view is found in Charles “military careers are for losers” Rangel’s pitch for the draft.

No young, bright individual wants to fight just because of a bonus and just because of educational benefits. And most all of them come from communities of very, very high unemployment. If a young fella has an option of having a decent career or joining the army to fight in Iraq, you can bet your life that he would not be in Iraq.

A couple of questions, Charlie:

Where do you find “young fellas” in this country trapped in isolated pockets of “very, very high unemployment” and unable to escape to the rest of the country which is suffering so very terribly from a a five-year low unemployment rate hovering around 4%? Are these “young fellas” you claim unable to leave these anomalous pockets of “very, very high unemployment”? (Gee. If that’s so, we need to enact the measures taken there to protect our borders from illegal aliens… )

Next, Charlie, figures show that blacks are not disproportionately represented, that poorer communities are under represented and that high school grads are over-represented (as against the general population) in the all-volunteer military. This directly contradicts your other statements made recently, and you refused to address these contradictions when you were asked to.

Yeh, watch the video at Hot Air. Catch the roundup of views at Stop the ACLU. Oh, and for the clincher, read “Who Bears the Burden” from the Heritage Foundation, a detailed study on just who is serving in our all-volunteer military. That study alone demonstrates that Charlie Rangel is a liar, a fool and a poltroon of the first order.

There’s really not much choice in blogging about this: either a long screed excoriating Rangel in detail or a short “Y’all head on over and see for yourself what this bag of pus has to say.” I’m too coffee-deprived this morning to give Rangel the dope slap he deserves, so I’ll leave that in your hands, gentle readers.

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[UPDATE] OK, let’s see if, after a few cupsa coffee, I can whet your appetite for some fairly dense reading. The “social justice” argument that Charles Rangel and others have advanced for the draft rests primarily on this thesis:

“A disproportionate number of the poor and members of minority groups make up the enlisted ranks of the military, while most privileged Americans are underrepresented or absent.”—Charles B. Rangel, op-ed, “Bring Back the Draft,” The New York Times, December 31, 2002, p. A19.

IOW, the argument is pretty fairly summed up as, “The poor and the stupid are trapped into ‘volunteering’ for military service, since that’s their only legitimate option” or something like that. This argument assumes that, as its proponents frequently claim, the military is made up primarily of people who are unable to find decent work because they lack the educational or economic prospects of more privileged Americans.

“Representative Rangel’s theory is that if all citizens faced equal prospects of dying in a conflict, support for that conflict would have to pass a higher standard. This theory assumes that the privileged classes would be less willing to commit the nation to war if that conflict involved personal, familial, or class bloodshed. It also assumes that the existing volunteers are either ignorant or lack other options—that is, they are involuntary participants. One way to test this thesis is to explore the demographic patterns of enlisted recruits before and after the initiation of the global war on terrorism on September 11, 2001.”—Who Bears the Burden? Demographic Characteristics of U.S. Military Recruits Before and After 9/11

Who Bears the Burden? Demographic Characteristics of U.S. Military Recruits Before and After 9/11, examining whether the theory of oppression of the poor and minorities via military service, looked at the following areas:

  • Household income,
  • Level of education,
  • Race/ethnicity, and
  • Region/rural origin.

IOW, exactly the criteria Rangel and others have cited as reasons for their “social justice” view concerning the need for a draft.

What did the Heritage Foundation examination of the facts discover?

…There may be legitimate equity concerns that outweigh national security, but they will undoubtedly come at a cost or trade-off in productivity.

However, our research shows that the volunteer force is already equitable. That is, it is highly likely that reinstating the draft would erode military effectiveness, increase American fatalities, destroy personal freedom, and even produce a less socioeconomically “privileged” military in the process.

(Emphasis added above.)

And,

Put simply, the current makeup of the all-voluntary military looks like America. Where they are different, the data show that the average soldier is slightly better educated and comes from a slightly wealthier, more rural area. We found that the military (and Army specifically) included a higher proportion of blacks and lower proportions of other minorities but a proportionate number of whites. More important, we found that recruiting was not drawing disproportionately from racially concentrated areas.

The report includes the data refuting Charles Rangel’s and other “social justice” arguers lies about how the all-volunteer military is social injustice in action.

And no, I’ll not characterize Rangel’s lies as “inaccuracies” or “mistakes” since he’s in a position to KNOW the facts but chooses to lie about them. Even if he is ignorant of the facts, it’s a wilfull ignorance that amounts to the same as lies, especially since he has been informed of the facts and simply, openly, brazenly dismisses them.

Liar. Coward. Afraid to base his argument for a draft upon facts, he has no recourse BUT to lie about what the facts are.

I’m also adding a category to this post I ought to have done before: No More Bullshit!

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Well, it had to happen. Finally, a piece of SPAM not only pierced every anti-spam filter I have in my email client (and the mailservers) but was also… not bad. Interesting, even. Here it is reproduced for your amazement amusement:

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OK, the text’s not offensive (save for the minor offenses committed by a non-English-speaking author), but what made this SPAM tolerable follows… some entirely inoffensive graphics, fully “Safe for work”

Lazy Saturday… here’s what’s going on

Lazy day (just heard echoes of Moody Blues in my mind’s ear: “Lazy day, Sunday afternoon/Like to put your feet up, watch TV… “)

Playing around with a new distro of Puppy Linux on a “discard” PC. Fast. Gee whiz! And Opera on this distro? ? Whoa, Nellie, she’s headed for the pumpkin patch! Oh! Just found a newer distro. Gonna d/l that Puppy *heh* and try it out, as well, I guess. Hard choosing a “simple as pie” Linux GUI distro for the proverbial “Aunt Tillie” any more, cos Puppy and Ubuntu—both leading the pack, IMO—are just so very good in different ways.

Why choose? Partition and run both or run one of each on a coupla different computers! That’s the ticket…

Local parade today (two other towns in America’s third World Countyâ„¢ have theirs, today, followed by this one). Skipped a walk downtown, cos hadda get errands done before the whole darned town shut down. Skipping the parade, too. *yawn* BTDT, even hadda band in it. In them. Whatevah. *deep yawn*

Think I’ll cruise around my blogroll for a while, too. Just skimming, cos I’m about three cupsa joe shorta full consciousness, today.

I’m about to make up my shopping list for candidates for ’08. Something along these lines:

1. Fiscal conservative
2. Shut the borders DOWN to illegal immigration and rigidly enforce laws penalizing employers of illegals, shut of the public services tap for illegals, etc.
3. Dump the tax code for something rational that removes as much power to tinker in people’s lives via the tax code from Washington as possible.
4. Kick asses and take names of Islamic terrorists, anywhere they can be found. Send names to survivors, along with the grisly gristle necessary to drive home the point: Don’t Tread on Me.
5. Serious (no, SERIOUS) about TOTAL energy independence for the U.S. Tell the Saudis and others to drink their oil. And mean it.

That’d about do for my dream candidates. Most of the rest of my dream shopping list I can defer until later, but those things will get my close scrutiny during the next coupla years.

Other than lazing around, playing with my Puppy (ver. 2.12 :-)), “missing” a parade (or three), noodling around in my blogroll and daydreaming about political candidates (OK, that’s almost a waking nightmare, right there), not much going on here at twc. How about where you are?

Tacking this one up over at Basil’s.

Where’s the line?

Jay, at Stop the ACLU, asks concerning the NYT publication of classified information aiding our enemies, “Where do we draw the line on freedom of press?”

Urm, Jay, I’d draw that line at open treason, which is, IMO, a fair characterization of the NYT’s behavior…

Let’s get it clear:

1.) The NYT is a wholly-owned subsidiary of the faux liberal left.
2.) The faux liberal left’s philosophy is most charitably characterized by James L. Burnham when he said, “Liberalism is a philosophy of consolation for the West as it commits suicide.”

Of course, there are less charitable (and possibly more accurate) portrayals of the faux liberal left…

Read the article at STACLU and see Michelle Malkin’s screed on the issue, as well.

Report on Easy Thanksgiving Meal

My battle plan for an Easy Thanksgiving Meal worked like a charm.

The turkey breast was the moistest, most succulant white meat I think we’ve ever had. While the quadraplegic bird was defrosted when it began its 15-hour sojourn in the rice cooker, not a burn was to be had. A teensy bit of browning on the upper portion of the bird, cos I put it in with the breast down (for thatt purpose and to make stuffing the cavity easier).

The potatoes were cooked to perfection. A lil shuashing with a fork and they recieved additional gravy easily. And the gravy? Yum. Yeh, I used a mix and a lil more water than called for, to surround the bird and be a partial bath for the potatoes (which nevertheless came out as though they’d been roasted instead of boiled), but with the juices from the bird, the added onions, celery, carrots (some in the stuffing and some whole or coarsely-chopped around the bird with the potatoes) and sage and pepperuffing and on the bird), the gravy was tasty indeed.

The bread made in the bread machine, with ground flax seed and Post All Bran cereal added in place of some of the flour, was terrific, a keeper.

Lovely Daughter dressed up the canned cranberry sauce with some live cranberries and I added some sprigs/leaves of mint from the flower bed around our front walk.

Oh, and I have a pledge from Lovely Daughter to send me her recipe for “smashed yams”. She twice-baked yams, scooping the innards out of baked yams and spicing ’em up, then returning the smashed yams to the yamshells (*heh*) for the second bake. Delish.

My modification of her pumpkin bread recipe underwent further mods: reduced the molasses by 1/2 (substituting brown sugar). Worked well.

All-in-all, not only the easiest “traditional” T-Day meal I’ve prepped, but it was also just as delish, if not more so, than most I’ve had.

Yum. Easy. Delish. Right up my alley.

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Yes, as I mentioned yesterday, today is the anniversary of the day I struck it rich in the Life Lottery, and my Wonder Woman, despite all factors to the contrary, bound herself irrevocably to me. I say “irrevocably” because, well, she did something that’s becoming rarer and rarer nowadays: she made a committment. No, really, not the “committment” of many couples to “stick together until I get bored, something better comes along or times get tough.” No, she’s someone with an even rarer affliction (in the eyes of today’s “grups”), an adult with a keenly-developed sense of morality and ethics that views a committment, a promise as, well, real.

And how can a yutz like me respond with anything but a like committment to someone such as she?

So, happy, happy, joy, joy! 🙂 Twenty-eight years and—mirabile dictu!—she still loves this yutz. Lucky (or more accurately, blessed) guy, me.

Thank you, Wonder(ful) Woman!


Do note the posts Carl (The World According to Carl) asked me to check out: the first is a perfect example of why I have opted out of after-Thanksgiving shopping (yep: all finished for this year, well before Thanksgiving) and the other is just plain interesting. Thanks for the advance tipoffs, Carl. There, I’ve salted the mine, as it were, so y’all just chime on in with some more interesting reading, wouldya?


T 13, 1.9: 13 things that make me glad to be growing older

Semi-liveblogging Thanksgiving day…

This one’s a countdonw list…

13. The 10% discount I get at Taco Bell. Without even asking.

12. Heck, ANY “senior discount” I get, whether I have to ask for it or not. Cos I’m a cheap bastard.

11. I can claim my hearing’s bad whenever some dunmbass starts to give his view of the world. (“Eh? What was that? Violins in the Middle East? Whatsa problem with that?”)

10. Heck, I’ve reached the point in my life when can tell dumbasses they are dumbasses and not care that I hurt their po’ widdle feewings. Just think where I’ll be in 10 or 20 years, at this rate!

9. Every sunrise is a miracle of grace, cos if I got what I deserved outa life, I’d have been dead and in hell long ago… just like every person who’s alive today. (Ain’t it great to NOT get what ya deserve?)

8. Every day I spend on this earth, I have the opportunity to learn something new. Today, I’ve already learned how to make festive holiday candles (Lovely Daughter’s been reading home deco mags, I guess :-)) using cranberries, tea lights and crystal drinking glasses. What other discoveries await me today?

7. Every day is another chance to get one more thing right… this time (and a chance, of course, to screw something new up in strange and interesting ways).

6. Kittens.

5. Watching our children grow “in wisdom and stature and in favor with God and man”.

4. Autumn.

3. Sleep is an option.

2. Every time “I gaze into the night sky and see the works of Your fingers… ” I’m led to realize

1. Every day older is another day with my Wonder Woman.

tb-posted at the Thursday Thirteen Hub (where Thanksgiving Thursday falls on Wednesday the 22 this year :-))

Give Thanks? For what? And to whom?

This Thanksgiving, I’m posting this one “omnibus Thanksgiving post,” complete with an exhortation to reexamine your own (as I am my own) lives for blessings you may have discounted, overlooked or indeed, thought to be curses, disasters or other hard cheese.

And yes, it is a rough compilation of old and new, borrowed, but nothing blue.

First, something I am daily, continually and deeply grateful for: Twenty-eight years ago tomorrow, as a result of Divine blinding of a good woman’s eyes and heart (*heh*), I became the husband of my Wonder Woman. Yes, our wedding rehearsal (and the lavish rehearsal dinner given by my aunt and uncle) was on Thanksgiving day, November 23, 1978. So this year, even Thanksgiving Day matches up with the events of our wedding.

In addition to our twenty-eighth wedding anniversay tomorrow, I get to celebrate our eighth wedding anniversary since my Wonder Woman “died” three times one day in the Fall of 1998.*

Yes, I’m grateful. And my gratitude has two subjects to whom I am thankful: my Wonder Woman, of course, and the God who, according to her “moved into my little Pinto as I was driving through Colorado and told me to answer ‘Yes”.”

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And who returned her to me eight years ago, despite what the medical folks kept saying and she lay asleep…

But my gratitude is for apparently iexplicably miraculous events (Wonder Woman’s “yes” and her eyes opening and looking into mine with recognition, awareness and love, after the medical people warned me again and again that it was unlikely to happen that way.

But for others, real people in a real world, the story turns out differently… and still they find things to be grateful for… and Persons to thank.

It was the worst of times; it was the worst of times. (Not so Dickensian, but oh, so true.) War ravaged the land for 30 years. During that time, Martin had served as one of the pastors of a once-prosperous town that had suffered greatly in the war. Sacked three times. Saved from sacking once only by courageous negotiations with a conquering general/king by one simple pastor… but still ruined again economically at the end of the negotiations.

This simple pastor had also seen his family, friends, colleagues and thousands of townspeople and refugees killed by plague and hunger, and during the war years, when he was the sole remaining pastor of the town, he was called upon not only to conduct the funerals of his own wife and children, but also to conduct as many as 40-50 funerals a day for families of friends and neighbors-the townspeople he served so long and knew so well-and of those from the crowded masses of refugees from the war-torn countryside. All-in-all, he performed nearly 5,000 funerals during these years.

The war was the Thirty Years War (1618-1648), a time of such brutality, hardship and deprivation that our modern minds cannot (no, really canNOT) begin to comprehend it. The town was Eilenburg, in Saxony. The man was Martin Rinkart. In direct response to all those years of affliction, he penned these words:

Now thank we all our God, with heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things has done, in Whom this world rejoices;
Who from our mothers’ arms has blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.

O may this bounteous God through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts and blessèd peace to cheer us;
And keep us in His grace, and guide us when perplexed;
And free us from all ills, in this world and the next!

All praise and thanks to God the Father now be given;
The Son and Him Who reigns with Them in highest Heaven;
The one eternal God, Whom earth and Heaven adore;
For thus it was, is now, and shall be evermore.

Martin Rinkart knew at a deep, profound level the truth that blessings aren’t always what we think they are, that gratitude for blessings we often overlook or even condemn as bad luck, affliction and woe is not only possible, but can yield blessings of its own.

Be thankful for your blessings? Yes. But even when you cannot see any “blessings” be thankful still. And know who to give thanks to… and why.

Once again, I say:

Look deeply at the things you are thankful for. SOMEONE other than yourself alone is due thanks for the blessings of possessions and health, family and friends… and it ain’t you, cos no matter what lies our society tells you, neither you nor anyone else—and certainly not I—deserve all the blessings y’all have. Oh, maybe you “deserve” some, but never all.

So WHO do you say “Thank you” to?

tb-posted to STACLU’s Open Thanksgiving Post

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Live Post: Thanksgiving Dinner Prep

Well, my “battle plan” for an easy T-Day dinner is well under way. The turkey breast is in the rice cooker (which has just clicked over to from “cook” to “slow cook”–@ about 180 degrees fahrenheit) along with some medium-sized red potatoes, quartered, some turkey gravy fixin’s and as much stuffing as I could fit inside the cavity of the small, quadraplegic bird (just the breast portion of a a small turkey, that is, minus legs and wings).

Lotsa dressing left over (crumbled cornbread, poultry seasonings–like sage, lots and lots of black pepper, etc.–onion and celery, etc.) and put in a baking dish to join Lovely Daughter’s “smashed yams” and green bean casserole in the oven.

The pumpjin bread’s making in the bread maker and everything except the liquids is measured out for the wheat/bran/ground flax seed egg bread that’ll go in the bread maker in the a.m.

I’ll be sure and post about how it turned out, but so far, easiest thanksgiving meal involving turkey and fixin’s I’ve tried. (All-time easiest Thanksgiving meal: second-day—or third-day, when it’s even better—chili. Yum. It’s what I’d fix for Thanksgiving and Christmas every year, by preference… cos I’m a very lazy cook, of course. :-))