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Paralysis

It's like we are all paralyzed. Why can't we stop this war? I'm becoming increasingly distressed at how little influence we ordinary people have on the power brokers. The Obama campaign seems to be falling apart. Hillary Clinton faced down Bill O'Reilly, who you could see was actually making her look good. Why? She's the one they want, that's why, Murdoch and all those people.  McCain's a joke. Even  these powerful media people are terrified at the incompetence of Bush and his handlers.

It  may seem to be contradicting myself, but the fact is I can't see anyone but Hillary Clinton, backed up by Bill Clinton, qualified to run this country. Imagine, I'm looking to the Clintons to save us. Is that pathetic or what?

This is a lousy time for idealists.

Our island economy is abruptly falling apart, as well. You know it's bad by the brave front people are putting on. The volcano is making people sick, too. Now that one we can't blame on anyone but Mother Nature.

Whiners and complainers

You know the people who believe that in spite of how great they are they can't catch a break? Who, although they enjoy all kinds of privileges nonetheless complain constantly about bosses, colleagues, subordinates, lovers, spouses? Who remain magnificently oblivious to the circumstances of existence for anyone but themselves? Who are screaming at the world, "Can't you see how great I am, you bastards?"

Well, here is the poem that was written for them:

Invictus
William Ernest Henley
1849–1903

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


Let's talk about Wright

Glenn Greenwald says it best.

And don't miss the linky.

A few small triumphs

It is in the nature of existence for most of us that victories are small, contingent and temporary. Nonetheless, I'm feeling quite good about a couple of small victories I've had of late. This is not the place to discuss the details, but I have learned some great lessons of life over the past few years. As I've said before, you think you get to the place where you know the score, but you are wrong about that. Part of it is because you change, the rules change, everything is in flux.

So here is a rundown on some of these insights:

Hold your friends close and your enemies closer. This is an elaboration of an insight I acquired in teaching, grad school and in my family. Even if people don't want to help you, make them help you. Keep in mind the goals. Forget about your ego,; it's the job that counts.

Work smart, not hard. This becomes essential as you age and your energy level goes down.

Identify and cope with aggressive people. They are pretty useless in organizational terms and can cause a  lot of damage.  They may do some useful work, but then they try to take over. They demand credit and praise for every little thing they do. They always expect to win and sulk and throw tantrums when they lose or even if anyone opposes them. And they will not do you any good, that's for sure. Try to get them out of your group.

Use the telephone. Even your enemies will divulge great amounts of useful information if you get them talking on the phone. Use e-mail sparingly.

If an enterprise is obviously failing,  abandon it. Don't be the one to put out the lights and close the door. Use your energies where they will count.

On the other hand, don't give up on enterprises that have a chance of winning. Ignore people who try to discourage you when you believe you are on the right track.

Play politics. Go right ahead. What is it?  Are you afraid to succeed or something?

Addition: I forgot one thing: unless you are a great facilitator and everyone in your group is sane and level headed, have as few meetings as possible.

The awful "Prudie"

Get a  load  of this. Prudie certainly seems to have nice breasts, doesn't she? She appears to be just the opposite of her name. She's not prudent, nor is she a prude. She probably gets lots of sex, not like some loser woman and her friend who puts cute mottoes around her kitchen. I guess I'm supposed to understand that this is meta, or satire, but this is seriously offensive stuff.

Poor old Ben Stein

Now Ben Stein is flogging his new movie on creationism. That is pretty sad. Scientists are mostly too busy doing science to pay much attention to such nonsense, but there is a strong blogging presence in Pharyngula. You can read postings, comments, and view videos on the Stein controversy and creationism.

Tie reveals the awful truth: Obama is a nerd

Sobamalarge Dilbert_2

More: But Laurie Anderson can make a tie look good. I like this because it looks as if they are having a lot of fun here.

Vog, vog, and more vog

I might as well be in downtown L.A. today. With so much to do, it really is a bummer to have to take it easy. Where are those trade winds?

75% of women "disordered eaters"

From Broadsheet. I'm surprised. I would have thought it was closer to 100%. No wonder female longevity is going down.

Sneering at the common folks

Here is Maureen Dowd on the subject of Obama trying to relate to just plain folks in Pennsylvania:

He knew he tanked in the Philadelphia debate, but he was so irritated by the moderators — and by having to stand next to Hillary again — that he couldn’t summon a single merry dart.

Is he skittish around her because he knows that she detests him and he’s used to charming everyone? Or does he feel guilty that he cut in line ahead of her? As the husband of Michelle, does he know better than to defy the will of a strong woman? Or is he simply scared of Hillary because she’s scary?

He is frantic to get away from her because he can’t keep carbo-loading to relate to the common people. [Italics mine]

In the final days in Pennsylvania, he dutifully logged time at diners and force-fed himself waffles, pancakes, sausage and a Philly cheese steak. He split the pancakes with Michelle, left some of the waffle and sausage behind, and gave away the French fries that came with the cheese steak.

But this is clearly a man who can’t wait to get back to his organic scrambled egg whites. That was made plain with his cri de coeur at the Glider Diner in Scranton when a reporter asked him about Jimmy Carter and Hamas.

Why” he pleaded, sounding a bit, dare we say, bitter, “can’t I just eat my waffle?”

His subtext was obvious: Why can’t I just be president? Why do I have to keep eating these gooey waffles and answering these gotcha questions and debating this gonzo woman?

Maureen Dowd hates Hillary Clinton, accuses Clinton of "emasculating" her enemies, and yet she writes demeaning stuff like this about Obama. And then she caps it all by saying Hillary must go. 

Are Obama's chi-chi fans, people like Dowd, going to dump him if he starts looking like a loser? I'll bet they are discussing it all now over their salads with lo-cal dressing.

There's a lesson here: (and this campaign has been a huge learning experience, hasn't it?) When people tell you it won't work, you had better quit, it's a lousy idea, you're screwing things up for others, it may just be that you are on the  winning track and your opponents don't want you to win.  You may think your opponents are your friends and just counseling wisdom and common sense to you, but the fact is the prospect of your success might be more than they can bear.

So this may be the story with lots of Clinton's liberal "friends." Instead of saying they want her to lose, they tell her to quit for the good of the party. But why should she?

Update: This older column from Shakesville is worth reading.