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Friday, June 25, 2010


Flashback: Army-Navy 2009


SOMETHING ABOUT HONOR. There's a problem in Afghanistan and it isn't just Stanley McChrystal. Here's what we pointed out last fall:

Like many others, I watched as much of the football game as I could bear to. For several years now, I've been rooting all out for Army because they're on a losing streak that shows no sign of ending anytime soon. The CBS coverage was indifferent at best. We don't get to see the grand entrances of the cadets and midshipmen into the stadium, and thanks to TV avarice, we don't get to see any half-time activities at all. The announcers (Vern Lundquist and Gary Danielson) were almost boasting about their determination to cover the event "as a football game," which is weaseling to an astonishing degree, because it is clearly far more than that...

So maybe I imagined more than saw the ESPN post-mortem of another dismal performance by Army -- their third straight year without a touchdown against Navy -- and the complete silence on what I considered the biggest story of the game. The absence of the Commander-in-Chief for whom the game's trophy is named. I know that presidents usually attend only a game or two even in eight years of office, but surely this was a year in which Obama should have attended. Barely a week ago, he ordered 30,000-plus new troops into Afghanistan, choosing as his backdrop for the announcement West Point and its corps of cadets. Cynics accused him of using the U.S. Military Academy as a prop. Defenders said, as is their wont, "Oh stop it"...

But the president wasn't there. Secretary of Defense Gates tossed the coin before the game. Cool. But where was the president? Resting up between his overseas trips to Norway for personal honors at the Nobel ceremonies and to Copenhagen for another egoistic commitment to spend American treasure on behalf of the 'world community' while his own country languishes in economic adversity and uncertainty. So much for fine words at West Point and Oslo. But I haven't heard a single solitary word of recognition, let alone criticism, that the president of the United States didn't see fit to honor the youth, vitality, and humanity of the U.S. military by participating in the pageantry of the great annual contest in Philadelphia.

There's a good deal more to the post, which is titled "What Obama doesn't know about America." Take a look. He still doesn't. And even General Petraeus can't fix that.





The Curse of "Friendly Terms"

The Washington Post's reporter on the conservative beat.

SEEING ALL SIDES. I admit right up front that I'm writing this post in disgust. The way it is. The activating story is this:

FishbowlDC has obtained e-mails written by WaPo's conservative-beat blogger Dave Weigel, that the scribe sent to JournoList, a listserv for liberal journalists. (Read up on JournoList with Yahoo! News's Michael Calderone's 2009 story that he wrote for Politico).

Seems Weigel doesn't like (and that would be putting it mildly) at least some of the conservatives he covers. Poor Drudge - Weigel wants him to light himself on fire.

Weigel's Words:

•"This would be a vastly better world to live in if Matt Drudge decided to handle his emotional problems more responsibly, and set himself on fire."

•"Follow-up to one hell of a day: Apparently, the Washington Examiner thought it would be fun to write up an item about my dancing at the wedding of Megan McArdle and Peter Suderman. Said item included the name and job of my girlfriend, who was not even there -- nor in DC at all."

•"I'd politely encourage everyone to think twice about rewarding the Examiner with any traffic or links for a while. I know the temptation is high to follow up hot hot Byron York scoops, but please resist it."

•"It's all very amusing to me. Two hundred screaming Ron Paul fanatics couldn't get their man into the Fox News New Hampshire GOP debate, but Fox News is pumping around the clock to get Paultard Tea Party people on TV."

Surprising? No, actually. I saw Weigel participate on a C-Span panel about the Tea Parties hosted by Jonah Goldberg, and I could see exactly who he was and where he was coming from, despite the fact that he was being lumped in as a "conservative" pundit. He was sullen, distant, overly careful with his words, and 100 percent transparent about the fact that however clandestinely, he despises the whole Tea Party phenomenon. He looked like he'd need to take a shower afterwards to wash away the stink. I'd never seen or heard of him before, but I was, uh, not impressed. I wondered why Goldberg never called him out. Civility and journalistic professionalism, I figured.

Now, apparently, the shit has truly hit the fan. He's had to resign. Fine with me. But not so much with the burgeoning camaraderie of the New Media. Hotair's Ed Morrissey:

I should note that Dave and I are on friendly terms, and he appeared on my show this week to talk more about the flap over his Etheridge reporting.  That criticism had a little more merit than his JournoList commentary, since it had to do with his actual reporting and not his conversations among friends and colleagues not intended for public consumption.  Most of these comments are fairly laughable and I’m certain routine in parlor discussions on the Left.  What matters, as Dave says, is his reporting, although it’s fair to say that this kind of exposure of his attitudes towards the Right won’t help build credibility for his reporting on conservative politics, which is his beat for the Washington Post.

That’s why I wonder why someone on JournoList decided to leak Weigel’s commentary.  Dave is hardly the most high-profile contributor on JournoList (well, before today), and he seems a strange choice for someone’s animus.  His incendiary comments certainly are sensational, but that’s about the only thing about them that makes them at all pertinent — unless someone on JournoList doesn’t like the fact that the Washington Post is focusing on conservative issues in any way, shape, or form.  While I don’t think Dave has been unduly hostile in his reporting, he’s not exactly been cuddling up to the Right, either, but that may not be enough for someone on JournoList.  Or, conversely, it could be a JournoList member with more sympathy towards conservatives than his colleagues suspect that has objections to Dave’s coverage of the Right.   Either way, it’s hardly a fair way to go about criticizing the work Dave does.

Time out for a loooong sigh. The problem I've had with Hotair from the beginning. They still think it's a fucking game. They have their ideas, we have our ideas, and we all have to agree to disagree in some grand souffle of collegiality. Ed even goes so far as to pretend that he's learned to be guarded about his (and Hotair's) casual communications:

One of the toughest lessons to learn in business, and in media relations, is that written communications will never be entirely secure or private.  In the corporate world, I had to learn that lesson the hard way — that my e-mails and messages would get forwarded without my knowledge or permission, and that whatever I thought I had said in private could become public at any time.  Over the same period, roughly that of my entire adult life, I have also had to learn the hard way that ill-considered eruptions of anger would also become public eventually, and that angry responses to e-mail and to events around me may prove satisfying in the moment but lead to headaches and regrets in the future, and usually in the near future.

uh, right. Stonewall your friends and suck up to your enemies. That always works.

Moving on. Just to recap. The establishment liberals are trying to destroy our country, by whatever means, overt or stealthy, they can make work. Schmoozing with them is just stupid. Pretending that they can be or intend to be objective while they pursue their mission is idiotic, contemptible folly. The fact that they're nice to you in social situations doesn't change that. They're the enemy. Period.

Weigel isn't a good journalist who committed an indiscretion. He's a mole who got caught. Reading Morrissey's defense of him makes me want to throw up.

I keep trying to warn you all. The biggest danger of the New Media is celebrity, the "club" aspect of those whose boats are rising on the Internet tide.

We have to be ruthless about that. And denounce the "club" whenever it starts closing ranks around phantasms like the defunct definition of journalism.




Thursday, June 24, 2010


Post-Modernism: Are
there really no facts?


Local residents were forced to tour the hell they lived silently next to.

ACHTUNG. There are pictures and film footage that can't be faked. We all have access to them if we would only look and learn.

Thing is, if you go to Youtube and search for the term "liberating death camps," the first video that comes up is this:



There's really no limit to the banality of human evil. I've had satirical videos banned at Youtube because they were "objectionable" (e.g., my take on the "Breasts Not Bombs" loons). Objectionable? Really?

Who's minding the store for western civilization?

UPDATE. Our old friend Null wants us to add this video clip from Band of Brothers. Here it is, but it's not proof against the deniers and it can't show just how nightmarish the situation was. Video has no smell, and no actors anywhere on earth can be as starved unto death as what troops found when they entered the camps.



But it does remind us of what our reactions should be when the most "enlightened" among us seek once again to blame the Jews for the fact that so many millions want them dead. Not just in the middle east, where we automatically grade their hatreds on a forgiving Third World curve, but in Europe, too, where these camps were located and where the "civilized" social democracies, once again, want them all dead.

Our president went around the world apologizing to people who did this and want to do it again. We remain the decent ones -- if we're not too bored and lazy and uncomprehending to recognize that our own president wouldn't shed a tear over this, either.

If you crave release, go here and listen.




Wednesday, June 23, 2010



Our Dissolving President:

Anxiety

The ship of state, she is underwater...

OLD SALTS.  Good God. Just a few days worth of headlines and elder commentary:

Analysis: Gen.'s remarks echo troubled Afghan war.
Pakistan resolute on Iran gas deal.
Iran to send blockade-busting ship to Gaza.
Merkel Tells Obama...
Business leaders say Obama's economic policies stifle growth.
New-home sales plunge 33 pct with tax credits gone.
Obama to push climate change on back of BP spill.
Salazar to issue new order on drilling moratorium.
Federal Gov't Halts Sand Berm Dredging.
Problem With Cap Causes More Oil to Gush in Gulf.
Obama told other GOP senators that border security is conditioned on amnesty.
Mexico joins lawsuits against Arizona over new immigration law.
George Will: Our Demosthenes is also Alibi Ike.
Thomas Sowell: Degeneration of Democracy.
Michael Barone: Obama's thuggery is useless in fighting spill.
Charles Krauthammer: Horsetrading on border security a “dereliction of duty”.

Meanwhile:



What are the symptoms of an anxiety attack? Shortness of breath? A gathering feeling of dread? Moments of sheer panic?

I wish I had those instead of what I have. Which is a feeling of cold contempt for the incompetent twerp who preens in the White House when he isn't entertaining phalanxes of champion athletes or attending various sporting events with all the pomp and circumstance of an office he isn't fit to hold. Or the cold rage I feel for all the idiots who saddled us with this disastrous, sinister mediocrity of a perpetual college radical who hasn't even the slightest idea what his job consists of, let alone how to do it.

A simple lesson we should never have needed such a risky experiment to learn. The ship of state doesn't run smoothly or well without a captain. We don't have one. What we have instead is a country club sailor in a blue double-breasted blazer (epaulets optional, depending on the social occasion) and a spotless captain's hat.



It's a nice BIG hat. But shouldn't we have someone to fill it?

I got news. The hat ain't going to save him from the gail.

And it won't save us, either. Who cares how well your togs fit when the fatal waves start breaking over your head?



They're coming from all sides now. When will anyone notice? And why do I keep thinking of Captain Queeg fretting about strawberries? Talk about anxiety...





American Exceptionalism

We win! At the last second. How exceptionaltypical.

ELEVATING THE LOWPOINTS. Mrs. CP just got off the phone with me. She objects to the term 'American Exceptionalism,' because it's suddenly au courant after not being being part of our national lexicon, well, ever. She's right about that. But sometimes a term acquires meaning by being denigrated, as Obama did with this one. It's traceable to this:

[E]arlier this year, while attending the European summit of the Group of 20 major economic countries, the president was asked if he believed in American exceptionalism. He replied, "I believe in American exceptionalism, just as I suspect that the Brits believe in British exceptionalism, and the Greeks believe in Greek exceptionalism."

Before that, the term was more an academic historical discussion topic than an easy label. The idea is hardly new, however. Most Americans know there's something supremely special about this country, its history, and its citizens. Probably, though, American "specialness" wouldn't qualify as something the network news organizations would even dignify as a concept worth covering. Although Obama addressed it directly in his presidential campaign:



The term that can be discussed and parsed and criticized and ridiculed by the Post-Modern cognoscenti is 'American Exceptionalism.' Mrs. CP conceded the point on that basis (after blowing her top when I asked her if she agreed with Obama... Phew. Talk about your ill-advised ripostes...) Supposedly, this is one more of an endless list of imperialistic American delusions we need to get over like some pernicious brain virus.

Which brings me, inevitably, to World Cup soccer. (I'm a master of smooth transitions. Have you noticed?) The World Cup is more important in the scheme of things than the United Nations. The U.N. is all about deadly dull diplomacy where every word means something like its opposite, unless it doesn't mean anything at all. The World Cup is about the passion and character of the competing nations. The ESPN advertisements for the tournament say exactly this if you've bothered to look at them. Big problems can't be fixed and don't really matter. The World Cup, on the other hand, does matter.



In a sense I'm inclined to agree. Because it's a chance to see who we're really dealing with and how we differ when something we care about is at stake. The United States is, of course, a latecomer to this worldwide soap opera, but we're there because, uh, we're the United States and someone's having a tournament and what the hell, why not enter it? We've got guys who can kick the ball too.

Now permit me to draw a few unfair inferences about what we've seen so far. Then you tell me if they're far-fetched or might actually matter in some small way.

Team England is being vilified for lacklustre performances, as if they somehow lack the necessary heart. Team France has imploded entirely, so much so that their own citizens were observed rooting against them on Jumbotrons at the Eiffel Tower. Team Italy -- the defending World Cup Champion -- was so busy flopping and faking against lowly New Zealand that they, well, lost a tiedraw with the "All Whites."

Meanwhile, all the African nations have been losing, losing, losing, the way they seem to do in every international situation.

Throughout, soccer remains the same boring, boring game it has always been, even though there are ways it could be turned into the "beautiful game" it asserts itself to be.

With one notable exception. Team USA. Which may not be the best soccer team in the tournament but has so far proven against all odds that when Americans are involved, "boring" isn't the only possible outcome.

That's my tribute to our underdog team. They've somehow contrived to make this sad-sack sport dramatic. Who'd a thunk it?

They duel the sanctimonious Brits to a tiedraw. No big deal. But it sure upset the Brits. Then they play a game the way Americans generally fight wars, not showing up for the first half then storming back from a 2-0 deficit for the first time in World Cup history to score a winning goal in the final minutes against Slovenia. Except that the referee refuses to allow them the victory. Those damn Americans, don't you know. Which, as we've seen, would send the fragile European teams into a fatal funk.

Only that's not what happened. Team USA proceeded next to do the impossible. Make the end of a soccer game incredibly exciting. By scoring a winning goal after official time had expired, just as if they were a baseball team playing extra innings or a football team playing in sudden-death overtime. Positively thrilling.

Jeez. Is America kewl? Or what?

That's all I have to say.




Tuesday, June 22, 2010


Fire me!

Stanley, I presume?

HALF-MEASURES. To be honest, I've never been a McChrystal fan. I thought he should have resigned when Obama kept him twisting in the wind for months and then arbitrarily reduced his troop requests for the sake of appearing in charge.

Now I think he just wants out but not quietly. He wants a Big Splash.

[I've been listening to Rush defend him. I just now turned it off.]

A few random points before I proceed. It's being reported now that he saw the article as it would appear and had no objections. Also, Rich Lowry is reporting that he's always talked this way and surrounded himself with a staff that talks this way. He's being compared to MacArthur. Not so fast. First, he's not in MacArthur's league. For example, MacArthur scored a series of striking military victories, including the defeat of the Japanese in World War II. McChrystal is closer in terms of performance to McClellan: big ego, not so big record of success. Furthermore, MacArthur was fired for insubordination, yes, but not because he gave an interview to Rolling Stone magazine. MacArthur was fired for disobeying a direct order of his Commander-in-Chief. Sound like I'm defending McChrystal? I'm not. MacArthur was trying to win a war. I haven't seen much evidence that McChrystal is trying to win a war. I think he's another Wesley Clark, trying to win a larger-than-life reputation he's done nothing to earn. With a bunch of bitchy, backbiting gossip.

What he's done with this Rolling Stone debacle is a disgrace to his uniform and a betrayal of his troops. His men are dying because he made unacceptable compromises in terms of troop strength and rules of engagement that he now wishes to be spectacularly freed from by an act of pure, selfish bravado. He wants to be the martyred hero. Never mind what the transition precipitated by his self-destruction will mean in terms of troop morale, operational coherence, and momentum on the ground.

No hero. What he is is a jerk. Whether or not he was right about everything he said. He had his chance to make a stand when his plan was eviscerated in the first place. He didn't make that principled stand. Now he's a mere, publicity-seeking egomaniac.

Who actually voted for Obama. What a dolt.

Fire him, Obama, and find yourself a general.





Shhhhhhhhhhh!


CIRCLE OF LIFE. Don't tell anyone. Don't want to jinx anything. He's four months old and we're getting him on Tuesday. Here's what he looks like in profile.


The new boy with his soon to be ex-mama.

We obviously won't know what name suits him until he responds to one, but you're all welcome to offer suggestions.

The greyhounds don't know yet. But we're thinking they're going to be happy. God knows, they've been miserable and neurotic since, well, a week ago Sunday. The pug's been a complete pain too. Not to mention her Izzie-ness.

Wish us well. The poor boy doesn't know what he's getting himself into. He's been living with twelve other deerhounds. Now he's got Molly and Andrew and Eloise. I expect Izzie will get him through the early rough patch...




Monday, June 21, 2010


Vuvuzelas


WE KNEW RIGHT AWAY. Our much admired colleague Doctor Zero has a book out containing the best essays from his first year of blogging:

Doctor Zero: Year One
Authored by John Hayward
Cover design or artwork by Marge Cooke

From the pages of Hot Air, one of the most popular conservative sites on the Web, comes John Hayward, also known as "Doctor Zero!" Join him for a witty and passionate look at the political and cultural landscape of President Obama's first year in office. Discover an America populated by unforgettable characters like the Velociraptors of Supply and Demand, the Fear Machine, and the Blatant Beast. Consider economics from a new angle by learning the Parable of the Bread Aisle and the Tao of the Clunker. From the trumpets of "What Freedom Demands" to the gentle poetry of "A Prayer From The Living World," these pages contain the best works from Year One of a writer who ranks among the most unique and widely-quoted new voices on the Internet!
Publication Date: Jun 17 2010
ISBN/EAN13: 1452848149 / 9781452848143
Page Count: 408
Binding Type: US Trade Paper
Trim Size: 7" x 10"
Language: English
Color: Black and White
Related Categories: Political Science / Essays
You should be able to purchase it at Amazon within the next week or so. It costs $16.95 and we're betting it's well worth the investment. Doctor Zero is a master of the formal essay, he writes exceptionally well, and amid all the noise of the Internet, this is an opportunity to hear one clear voice speaking sense from a wise and educated perspective.

If possible, we'll offer a review when it's generally available, but in the meantime we'd like to offer what support we can by reminding readers of the cacophonous Internet context which forms the backdrop, or background static, behind his book. That's why we've assembled an archive of our own past year of diverse blog noisemakers. Think of them as the vuvuzelas that caterwaul during the beautiful game represented by DZ's more formal explication of unfolding events on the world stage. Maybe you can read them against one another, week by week or month by month.

InstaPunk, Year 7:

June 19, 2009 - June 12, 2009
June 27, 2009 - June 20, 2009
July 5, 2009 - June 28, 2009
July 13, 2009 - July 6, 2009
July 21, 2009 - July 14, 2009
July 29, 2009 - July 22, 2009
August 6, 2009 - July 30, 2009
August 14, 2009 - August 7, 2009
August 22, 2009 - August 15, 2009
August 30, 2009 - August 23, 2009
September 7, 2009 - August 31, 2009
September 15, 2009 - September 8, 2009
September 23, 2009 - September 16, 2009
October 1, 2009 - September 24, 2009
October 9, 2009 - October 2, 2009
October 17, 2009 - October 10, 2009
October 25, 2009 - October 18, 2009
November 2, 2009 - October 26, 2009
November 10, 2009 - November 3, 2009
November 18, 2009 - November 11, 2009
November 26, 2009 - November 19, 2009
December 4, 2009 - November 27, 2009
December 12, 2009 - December 5, 2009
December 20, 2009 - December 13, 2009
December 28, 2009 - December 21, 2009
January 5, 2010 - December 29, 2009
January 13, 2010 - January 6, 2010
January 21, 2010 - January 14, 2010
January 29, 2010 - January 22, 2010
February 6, 2010 - January 30, 2010
February 14, 2010 - February 7, 2010
February 22, 2010 - February 15, 2010
March 2, 2010 - February 23, 2010
March 10, 2010 - March 3, 2010
March 19, 2010 - March 11, 2010
March 27, 2010 - March 20, 2010
April 4, 2010 - March 28, 2010
April 12, 2010 - April 5, 2010
April 20, 2010 - April 13, 2010
April 28, 2010 - April 21, 2010
May 6, 2010 - April 29, 2010
May 14, 2010 - May 7, 2010
May 22, 2010 - May 15, 2010
May 30, 2010 - May 23, 2010
June 7, 2010 - May 31, 2010
June 15, 2010 - June 8, 2010
June 23, 2010 - June 16, 2010

Maybe not as much light but a little more laughter and a lot more raucous buzzzzzzing. Don't forget that vuvuzelas are, however obnoxious, expressions of fandom.




Sunday, June 20, 2010


Grandfather's Day

Sergeant Chris Hrbek. beloved grandson of Bud and Vikki. Hero.

SUPERFLUITIES. Grandfathers don't care about getting Hallmark cards. Mrs. CP and I met Friday with some old friends who were moving to Florida. Bon voyage and all that. Except Bud immediately handed me a sheaf of papers. An After Action Report and a Citation. His grandson had died in Afghanistan. He reads Instapunk. He wanted me to honor his grandson. So that's what I want to do with this Father's Day. Honor Bud's grandson.

The papers were voluminous. But they can be boiled down to human terms. Sergeant  Hrbek was assigned on 23 December, to Headquarters Battery, 3rd Battalion, 10th Marine Regiment, Regimental Combat Team 7. The team responded to an IED containing "screws, nails, glass,  and other foreign objects." What happened next:

Sergeant Hrbek maneuvered his squad ... Approximately ten minutes later the patrol received enemy fire from three directions... As the patrol returned fire from the northwest, Sergeant Hrbek bounded between covered positions and exposed himself to enemy fire while orienting his patrol on the enemy... Sporadic enemy gunfire continued until approximately 1640 when the Battalion Sergeant Major stepped on a... pressure plate IED. The IED blast resulted in the immediate amputation of the Sergeant Major's legs above the knees. The blast rendered two additional Marines in the vicinity unconscious. Sergeant Hrbek left his covered position while under enemy small arms and machine gun fire to run to the aid of the injured Marines.

Sergeant Hrbek applied tourniquets and pressure dressings... [and] continued treating the Sergeant Major until the MEDEVAC helicopter requested by the patrol leader arrived.... Surgeons at the Camp Bastion Trauma Center... indicated that they had not seen anyone with similar injuries arrive at the trauma center in such good shape...

On 14 January 2010, Sergeant Hrbek was the patrol leader [on a mission to] familiarize the Company A Marines with the area of operations. The third of the five vehicles struck [an IED] as the patrol reached its last objective... Sergeant Hrbek was mortally wounded by a victim-operated pressure-plate IED as he returned to his vehicle...

Because of his steadfast leadership and heroic actions, Sergeant Hrbek is enthusiastically reccommended for the Bronze Star Medal with combat distinguishing device [that's the 'V' for Valor.]

I have more. The rest of the After Action Report. The Citation. But we don't need more. The story is self-evident. A Marine who takes care of his own men without regard to his own safety. Then dies taking the same risks his responsibility requires him to ask of his men. War and heroism in less than a thousand words.

But life is never worth less than a thousand words. Chris Hrbek wasn't just a warrior. He believed in helping the people he was there to defend.


Chris and the kids of Afghanistan. Will they remember him? I think so.

I won't show you pictures of the comical, off-the-wall Chris. I have them, but you haven't earned them because you didn't know him. The same goes for me.

This is for Bud and Vikki. I won't even tell you how sorry I am for your loss. That's just empty. All I can do, in this poor space, is honor your loss. I asked a Marine friend how I could do that. He said, "You can't. All you can do is say is that he was a Marine."

Chris Hrbek was a Marine.



Ains a year say a prayer faur me...




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