The salvation of the humble

The salvation of the humble is that hubris knows no limits.

Washington referees face ban for charity pink whistles

Bring the pink.

God, give me strength

For every last unrepentant cheerleader of might begetting right:



Do you really wonder how this thing ends?

The suspense is killing me.

And, Tom Friedman.

You cross my path and rationalize these mass murderering thugs to my face, pray I have strength that chance encounter.

Because, in the dark corners of my heart, I furiously want you to witness what real weakness looks like.

Something honest in an all-too-jaded world

This is the song that plays over and over again in my CD player and my heart, these days. I asked myself, reminded by a friend, today, why I like this guy's music so much.



And I guess what I like it about it, I suppose, is that in a world - and, in this song's case, a music world - that seems so driven by so many cynical calculations, Jack offers hope of something better.

Jack's music is heart balm for a world obsessed with jading itself and one another. And pretending that it has no consequence, outside of our various petty and self-centered agendas. He keeps my heart in the game. When most everyone else would kick it in the aortal teeth. He offers hope that the last say on the world is not what shitheads we can be in the name of our various causes and agendas. That maybe someone is making an effort to keep hearts and minds open. In a world full of efforts to twist and manipulate and otherwise wear down the heart.

All in the name of justifying the jaded hearts of cynics.

Something honest. In a world of ever self-justifying ego. Perhaps there just might be more to this world than meets the eye.

Learning the honest lesson

This is the bottom line for the left (and right), at this point.

NPR's Schiller Says Juan Williams Was Fired Because of Ethics Guidelines

Are we all going to keep following shitheads like Vivian Schiller (and Roger Ailes, for that matter) - I was always ambivalent about defunding NPR in the past; I am no longer ambivalent, in my personal funds or in Federal funds, at this point - who think enforcing leftist newspeak and bullying decent people like Nina Totenberg from saying what they really think about this firing - or are we going to get honest about what thuggishness dominates the left and right, these days, and do better?

I have never in my life been so fucking embarrassed to have been associated with such self-centered slimeballs like Ms. Schiller for the largest bulk of my life. If you are honest, you know this shit is wrong. And if you don't, what comes around, goes around. At least until you can face up.

The left has some cumuppance coming it's way. Let's hope they learn the honest lesson.

Conscience is for pussies (and other things that Hitler said before he ate it)

The embodiment of Democratic conceit and that of the established political universe, left and right, right now.

Reid: But for Me, We'd Be in a Worldwide Depression

Every interpretation around the stimulus and the economy center around Mr. Reid's self-centered interpretation, here.

It's never quite occurred to a lot of folks that maybe, as a matter of fact - not as a matter of partisanship, not as a matter of politics, not as a matter of expression of faction in any remote sense - Mr. Reid and this interpretation just might happen to be wrong. The fear being that to say it is wrong is to rethink the entire New Deal legacy. That, just perhaps, Franklin Roosevelt's greatest legacy as it concerns the economy was offering temporary help when our fear had resulted in genuinely desperate times - versus the "I have to move out of my house and stay with family or move into an apartment" variety of today - not rationalizing desperation and fear of hard times as the centerpiece of thinking about the economy and government and humanity from now into eternity.

Rethinking, though, is for the other guy. Because to say otherwise is to assume that I might, Heaven's to Betsy, be wrong about any one thing that has ever passed through my otherwise infallible frontal cortex.

The sin qua non of this political period is that anything that comes to mind and perhaps out of my mouth or my keyboard must, in fact, be true. Because otherwise it would mean that I might be wrong. And wrong is for that other shithead. Not for me. Because anything else would leave me feeling like a damned fool. And it is everyone else who is the fool. Worthy of firing or criminal sanction, no less. Because that'll finally teach those weaselly bastards who have the gall to think that I might be wrong.

Right.

Perhaps Harry Reid, like Newt Gingrich, like every person who has ever held power are all right about one thing.

Perhaps it is power and not genuinely caring about people, engaging thoughtfully, and acting in accordance with one's conscience that really matters in this world. Perhaps the future is getting our way. And blaming the other guy when it doesn't turn out well.

Because how on earth, you ask, could anyone possibly argue with that kind of logic?

Not this goddamned fool, no doubt. Far, far too clever for me. Far, far too clever for this world of fools, I'm sure.

Future's so bright

Talk of the Nation: NPR Fires Political Analyst Juans Williams Over Muslim Comments

Gotta wear some motherfuckin' blinders.

All kinds of naked emperors up in this joint. Don't look behind that curtain.

It's a parade of ugly in that goddamned city. Clothing not required.

Free (means nothing in between what we are and what we seem)

What he said.

And correction for all the rest

The more I think about it, the more I think that it's not power that is at the heart of our most serious and needless human tragedies. Though our thirst for power is at the heart of our most consequential failures of humanity.

It is not money. Though we have done plenty harm in the world in the name of our greed. Or our lust. Or envy. Or wrath. And they certainly have their part in all this.

It is not even our pride. Or any of our sins, for that matter. Though pride and sin and their wages center in most of the avoidable harm that we do to one another.

What sits on the heart of all of this. Is cynicism. Our unresolved discontent and disappointment. About these and every last feature of our human nature that figures largest in the mess that is the human race. Our disappointment in a world that cannot ever be as perfect or predictable or controllable as we wish it might be. And our failure to account for our own trespasses. Especially our own foolish pride.

But, more importantly, it is our failure to acknowledge our responsibility for the climate of fear we create that makes it so difficult to acknowledge our missteps. And our cynicism, borne of disappointment, around matters of responsibility, and our failures to facilitate honest conscience. Our own and with each other.

It is the cynicism that reflects that unresolved disappointment sitting on our hearts like an unwelcome friend who never seems to leave and who we would rather not face, if it can be at all be avoided.

And it is the ways that we talk around the consequences of that cynicism. And our responsibility for the consequences that flow from that lack of faith.

This is the heart of most preventable human tragedy.

Our sad, sad hearts.

Unwilling to let go. And to face the world as it is. And finally to appreciate humanity. For all its beauty. And failures. And everything in between.

And the ways that this cynicism leads us to choose fear over faith when it comes to matters of the heart. And be blind to its repercussions.

The wages of this pride and fear and cynicism are most certainly death.

But fortunate for us, it is a preventable death. Dependent only on our willingness to face our flawed humanity. Honestly. In other words, without fear.

Our own humanity, primarily. And our failures to humble ourselves in the face of those failings. And the ways they justify our consequent scarcity of understanding of everything else.

The wages of cynicism are a world more bleak and hopeless than need be. And that fact being true and further resting in our hearts, whether we choose to face that fact or not.

Perhaps something more decent. And honest. And everything that we value.

Perhaps therein lies hope for humanity, after all.

And correction for all the rest, in the meantime.

Poor, poor, petty, pitiful homo sapien (pray forgive this hopeless sinner)

As I look out at the very sad, pious, foolish lot that the world has chosen to degenerate into in these first few years of the 21st century, I'm struck by what a stupid, useless spectacle most people would allow the most important matters in the world to devolve into.

All to avoid rethinking it.

The ultramodern twist, in this bubble in a boiling pot, is that people will do it with utterly reckless abandon. Pretending, all the while, to do so as a matter of stalwart, unwavering principle.

Principle. That's what we call this ridiculous carnival of ego, these days.

Because it's easier than saying the truth.

"I just really haven't thought about it, enough, really. And I certainly haven't listened very well to everyone else. Especially the snakes on the other side of the garden. And I'm too scared to admit to myself, as much as my neighbors, just how little I really have figured anything out. I really couldn't tell you what valuable insights people have to offer, out there, other than the ones that come off of my own self-enamoured lips. Because those are the only ones that really matter to me, anyway."

It's very sad to watch this thick-headed pageant of heated and willful ignorance, from the left and the right, from Christians and Jews and Muslims, from Americans and Europeans and from the far reaches of the entire globe, from liberal democratic peoples and illiberal peoples hostile to democracy. All of us created equal in our bumbling absurdity. All in the business of killing and attacking and intimidating and scaring and otherwise strong-arming one another in the name of own own brand of irrational and child-like pigheadedness and pronounce once and for all for the world:

If that doesn't prove just how much I have finally got everything figured out, I just don't know whatever will.

How terrifically pathetic, this human race.

What a poor, petty, pitiful mess we have become.

Poor, poor, petty, pitiful homo sapien.

Pray forgive this hopeless sinner.

All us helpless cowards

Cowardice is more common, is the truth. And out of our desire to escape responsibility, we call it courage.

Because it is easier than calling it what it is.

For all us helpless cowards, that is.

Learning the lesson (when all else fails)

Sumo wrestling with federal deficits

"Americans invariably do the right thing -- after exhausting all the alternatives."

As does every other homo sapien who has ever walked the earth.

When we give up the bullshit, that is.

Hence the resolute idiocy of trusting that someone else - government, especially - will keep us from doing the same. And the single most important reason to value our freedom.

Because noone is exempt. Especially those who covet power.

Perhaps we might finally learn that lesson. When all else fails, I suppose.

The truth, to soothe the heart, that is

You want to know a dark, dirty secret in my life?

I hate politics, is the truth. And I hate it more the more time I spend with it, really. I'd give it up, altogether, if it didn't matter to have some more honest reflection on all of it.

I have this really strange, ambivalent relationship with politics.

I care a lot about keeping people alive. And safe. And unoppressed. Free. I care a lot about freedom. And liberal values. Liberal education. And the far better world it makes available. I care a lot about freedom and the better opportunities it offers. And I have always admired the courage of all the folks I read about and learned about in school who challenged us to make that realizable for me. And you. And all of us who take it for granted.

And following politics and governing affairs and such is just a logical extension of all that.

But the truth is that I would far rather be making something more beautiful, in this world.

Because the more I study the ugliness that humanity has to offer, including the foulness of almost all things political, the more I yearn for something more beautiful. More touching. More loving. More decent. Just for my own sake, I suppose.

Hence Jack Johnson. And Ingrid Michaelson. And all those folks who open hearts when the world would settle for something more heartsick.

I love people who make me laugh, too. The Stephen Colberts. The Matt Stones and Trey Parkers.

But I just really begin to yearn for something more beautiful in the world the more time I spend with the ugly. And every effort made to make it look respectable. Or honest. Or anything of the sort.

Especially when we blame the beauty for our ugliness. Our compassion for our mean-spiritedness. Our love for our indifference.

The more I hear jackasses blame decent folks for the mess they've made of the world, the more I yearn for such loving, decent, beautiful folks in my life.

I'm working on how to offer that up in more graceful trappings.

But I must say that it is the things that touch my heart that I live for the more I see the uglier side of human nature.

And the more I want some kind of contribution of my own to offer, in that vein.

To soothe the heart. I suppose. In a world consumed with jading it.

When we're honest

The embodiment of everything that is wrong with politics.



The notion that more aggression and dirty pool, on the part of the press, politicians, activists, and the like is progress and that honest discussion and more genuine concern for others is responsible for all our problems is the self-serving way for all these folks to say:

"We fuck everything up. Constantly. But we're not responsible for any of it. We just want the power to determine the choices of everyone else. Not because we've earned peoples' trust. But because we've put the fear of God into any more honest discussion that would have any more genuine concern for the people involved."

If you or anyone you know are wondering why people - including kids - have so little faith in governing and most major institutions, right now, this is the reason.

Power in lieu of all of our most honest values.

Because we said so.

The failed parenting, teaching, and governing philosophy of many a generation.

Progress being the movement away from all that. Perpetually. The powerful be damned.

My children deserve a better example. And to be well-loved. And an honest reflection on all this. That this is not honest. No matter how much hot sauce you put on that crap sandwich.

Back to work. On my example.

And the rest of what really matters when we're honest.

Thank you (for my teachers)

Ingrid makes me smile. And cry like a wee little girl.



Thank you Ms. Legg, Ms. Thomas, Marty Rothwell, Mr. Jestmore, Ms. Taggart, Ms. Bucci, Ms. Washington, Mr. Babich, Professor Ericson, Chris, Carson,  and every teacher who ever believed in me like this.

Thank you for seeing me through the various and turbulent storms my heart saw. And making so many celebrations in my life possible, at all.

It meant the world to me. It really did.

Just how little do we care?

It's so funny and sad to see a world obsessed with proving how little it cares, simultaneously obsess about how too little it cares.

Why is He Sending Them?

It also happens to be the most important question the President faces, right now. And a dead-on observation about the President's ambivalence, in the matter.

"What kind of commander in chief sends tens of thousands of troops to war while announcing in advance a fixed date for beginning their withdrawal? One who doesn’t have his heart in it. One who doesn’t really want to win but is making some kind of political gesture. One who thinks he has to be seen as trying but is preparing the ground — meaning, the political cover — for failure.

Until now, the above was just inference from the president’s public rhetoric. No longer. Now we have the private quotes. Bob Woodward’s book, Obama’s Wars, drawing on classified memos and interviews with scores of national-security officials, has Obama telling his advisers: 'I want an exit strategy.' He tells the country publicly that Afghanistan is a “vital national interest,” but he tells his generals that he will not do the kind of patient institution-building that is the very essence of the counterinsurgency strategy that Generals McChrystal and Petraeus crafted and that he himself adopted.

Moreover, he must find an exit because 'I can’t lose the whole Democratic party.' This admission is the most crushing of all.

First, isn’t this the party that in two consecutive presidential campaigns — John Kerry’s and then Obama’s — argued vociferously that Afghanistan was the good war, the right war, the war of necessity, the central front in the War on Terror? Now, after acceding to power and being given charge of that very war, Obama confides that he must retreat lest that very same party abandon him. What happened in the interim? Did it suddenly develop a faint heart? Or was the party disingenuous about the Afghan war all along, using it as a convenient club with which to attack George W. Bush over Iraq, while protecting Democrats from the charge of being reflexively antiwar?

Whatever the reason, is it not Obama’s job as president and party leader to bring the party with him? This is the man who made Berlin coo, America swoon, and the Nobel committee lose its mind. Yet he cannot get his own party to follow him on what he insists is a matter of vital national interest?

Did he even try? Obama spent endless hours cajoling and persuading individual members of Congress to garner every last vote for health-care reform. Has he done a fraction of that for Afghanistan — argued, pleaded, horse-traded, twisted even a single arm?...

...Senator Kerry, now chairman of the Foreign Relations Committee, asked many years ago: 'How do you ask a man to be the last man to die for a mistake?' Perhaps Kerry should ask that of Obama.

'He is out of Afghanistan psychologically,' says Woodward of Obama. Well, he may be out, but the soldiers he ordered to Afghanistan are in.

Some will not come home."

Perhaps a country trying its damndest to prove just how little it cares might consider the strong possibility that, the truth of the matter is, they, in fact, care too little. And a lot of soldiers' and civilians' lives are on the line in that quest.

The question remains.

Just how little do we care?

The decent folks stuck in the middle of this mess might just like to know.

Humanity's theme song

Until we face up, that is.

Who gives a shit (when you're in love)

Kathleen Parker kills it.

When do rules for the common good cross the line?

This woman is fucking genius. And not bad on the eyes, either.

Nice to see a little courage in the national media.

Time for everyone to step up and face the more honest music.

But I've got Jack Johnson to tend to.



I met someone. I know it's not by the book. When you first meet. But I think I'm in love. Until I hear different, at least.

It's a great feeling.

And when you feel that, who gives a shit about anything else, frankly.

Brilliant as all shit, Kathleen.

But I hope you can forgive me.

I got bigger things on the mind, at the moment.

Reaping the harvest of tough seeds

There is far too much I could speak to in this story to do so in one sitting 20 minutes before kids arrive.

Despite resources, players reluctant to seek help

But here's the bottom line:

Whether we have the courage to admit it or not, this is all about the macho attitude in both football and the culture at large and its inability to just face, honestly, that it just doesn't understand well enough the emotional undercurrents of the world that the tough posturing impacts. And many of those consequences are not good, often tragic, and squarely the responsibility of those doing the posturing and bullying and all of the ugly ways that people try to substitute aggression for understanding. And, in doing so, avoid responsibility for the same.

Even in football. And in baseball. And politics. And the economy. And everywhere, really.

It's time to face up. And to give up the bullshit.

After a discussion, yesterday, with a teacher, I'm pretty convinced that I have a relatively strong understanding of this dynamic. And that teachers and counselors and everyone involved are doing their darndest to work miracles to compensate for the failures of a culture, at large, on these issues.

Who's responsible for all of this?

Why don't we ask someone who knows.



Along with the thought process that tough guy posturing has nothing to do with any of this, a lot of folks suffer and die. All in the name of that pride.

Perhaps something more honest.

Translation:

Something that genuinely cares for everyone involved.

For all of our sakes.

Prove them wrong

What real balance in the world sounds like.



Those who say it doesn't exist wouldn't know any different.

Prove them wrong.

With all the love in our hearts.

Invest in geese, kill the hatchet

About time someone looked out for the geese.

Can we save the goose that lays the golden eggs?

The question America needs to ask themselves, today, is are we going to trust guys like Bill who grow businesses for a living?

Or are we going to trust the plethora of politicians, economists, analysts, and the rest who talk a big game, but whose track record - as well as their words, if you have an idea of more sensible economic policies - demonstrate that they do not understand the day-to-day realities of growing a healthy economy?

Ironically, out of their envy and suspicion, many American politicians and plenty of average Americans perpetually kill this particular goose.

The smarter money bets on the goose. Not the hatchet.

Most people bet on the hatchet. And invest themselves in that decision.

With only one logical result: dead goose.

About time we switched up our investments.

Too clever

The logical consequence of postmodern nihilism. And any culture that stops giving a shit about honest discussion and debate.

Suicide Note

Too clever, aren't we?



All, all too clever.

Progress = less freedom (just ask the dead)

Congratulations, everyone. It's finally happened. Freedom, it seems, is finally in retreat.

 Canadian 'Blogfather' faces Iran death penalty

Freedom is dangerous, you see.

Freedom causes poverty. And unemployment. And bad housing loans. And sin. And terrorism. And child rape. And every failure your life has ever known. Not to mention really bad cases of acne. And every other justification these fine gentlemen can glean from you to kill this man.

Thanks, folks.


For finally cleaning up the free market. And all the filth it inspires.

Journalist Ehmad Baghi given 7 year sentence

And the vermin who challenge our unquestionable wisdom.



Courage is showing these men who's boss.

Love your neighbor is for punks.

And none of us are responsible.

Progress is finally upon us.

It really doesn't get any better than this.

Progress (Means Calling Congress Utterly Useless To Their Sullen, Deathly Serious, Freshly Made Up Faces)

Stephen Colbert clowns Congress on their own home court. Is no home safe anymore? What will happen to the children?

John Conyers (D.-Michigan and world class dick) opens the show. By being himself.



Really? Is it possible for Democrats and their sad, red-state bedfellows to make themselves anymore thoroughly mockworthy? As it turns out. Si, si senor. Ariba, ariba.

But wait. Stephen calls Senator Steve King a pitiful cornhusking homo to his face. No I mean it.



Milwaukee's Best was wrong. It just got way better. With potential, one day, for substantially less shitty inebriants.

Texas public education at work

Americans looks more and more like the Taliban the more we hate them. Only slightly fatter.

Texas ed board adopts resolution limiting Islam in textbooks

Texas: Makin' Al Queda look classy since they lost all that weight.

Moving forward

The most solid analysis of the current economic malaise and its causes that I have read to date.

A Nation of Peasants?

It takes courage to look at ourselves and the world honestly. It is courage that most folks, in politics, at least, but really, likely, in the larger world, as well, are avoiding, at this point.

But it is only this kind of courage that is going to get us through.

It takes no courage to see the splinters in our neighbors' eyes. Courage is looking at the beams in our own.

It is time for that kind of courage. For reals, homefries.

For all our sakes. Our own, especially.

And good riddance

R.I.P. Political Establishment

How wrong I was

If the release of Bob Woodward's new tell-all book, Obama's Wars, confirms anything for me, it is that, perhaps my children should consider professions other than elected office, journalism or anything remotely political.

Woodward Lifts Lid on Backbiting

Woodward Book Centers on Dissention, Infighting

And that these people are hardly the folks that any of us should be taking orders from.

And, much more importantly, these are not folks I'd want my kids looking up to. Or any of us, for that matter.

I want my kids to look to the only people they can really count on in life. People who genuinely care about them.

How sad that I once thought that might be found among folks in politics.

How completely clear to me, today, just how wrong I was.

More than any of the rest, I hope they become people who really care.

Because, truth be told, those are the only people I do, or ever will, really trust.

A damned shame

For those of you who blame your freedom for your woes in life.

Ahmadinejad blames capitalism for poverty

You're in good company.

Thanks for selling us all so short, by the way.

And thanks for giving this guy exactly the ammunition he needs to justify his tyrannical rule.

What would we ever do without that kind of wisdom?

The opposite of this guy, I suppose.

What a damned shame that'd be.

What really matters

Jack clowns the rest of us and offers the best commentary on the music industry and what we've done to it I've ever heard.



This dude is literally incapable of making bad music.

You think you're having a good time. And then he gets you thinking. And maybe touches you. And makes you believe that perhaps, maybe music could do some good in the world. For something other than our pocketbooks.

Makes me want to fall in love, in the meantime.

And do good, for real.

Lady Gaga can have her money.

Jack Johnson is what music was made for.

The kind that really matters, that is.

Real progress. Hold the bullshit.

In stark contrast to politics. Left and right.

Zappos CEO Tony Hsieh Happy Making $36,000 A Year Working for Amazon

Real progress. Hold the bullshit.

Not learning the lesson

As an active recycler in a town particularly friendly to recylcing, I must say that if environmentalists could choose one policy that would most undermine environmental commitments, mandatory recycling - like the programs Jeff describes in Brookline and Cleveland - is the one. For any recycler familiar with the recyling habits of most folks, to any thoughtful observer, this should be a non-starter right out of the gates. Unless you're angling for serious backlash, I suppose.

Get excited about recycling? Not me.

I also welcome the debate, Jeff is initiating, here. I recycle because I think it's the right thing to do. But, I have to say, that leftist activism in the last 10 years has made me far more skeptical of the left-wing causes I've supported in the past, not more. Ironic, but true. And the fact that they can't hear that makes me all the more skeptical and prone to give up their causes, is the truth.

But, the truth is, I'm more committed to doing the right thing than just telling leftists to fuck off. So I want to hear what Jeff has to say.

Like so many issues, this is a discussion that deserves a more honest debate and assessment rather than the mindless bullshit that has passes for politics, these days.

Perhaps it's about time we learned some of our lessons.

Excuses make Baby Jesus cry

Truth is, we'll always have excuses for ourselves. For our animus and recrimination. For our fear and desire to overpower. For our greed and our selfishness. For our dishonesty and our cruelty.

One thing we really will always have plenty of is excuses.

And we can always act on those excuses. Or we can take some more honest responsibility in the world. Fundamentally, those are our two most important choices we have.

And the world will now and forever be a consequence of our taking responsibility for the choices we make with this one shot at life's adventures we have or our making excuses for why we cannot.

Me, especially. Says the now and future king of excuses.

That's what the world is, these days. And always. That's a fact.

Whether we want to take responsibility for that fact or not.

But what tomorrow is depends entirely us.

Whether our excuses have anything to say on the matter or not.

But love matters more

Facts, as it turns out, are more stubborn than people. Or their power. Or anything else, for that matter.

But love matters more.

What's the use, really, of stubborn facts, after all, without love enough to do any real good with them?

Not a damn thing. Says the student to his teacher. The man to his wife. The mother to her child. The child in her own heart.

Not a goddamned thing.

Real progress doesn't need permission

The reason I don't trust people in power in any government in any time to get questions of liberty right.

Justice Breyer: First Amendment Probably Doesn't Protect Burning The Koran

Because they get it wrong more often than they get it right.

And then they pass on. And future generations always liberalize. Always. Without exception.

And that is the long established road of progress. No matter Stephen Breyer's or anyone's opinions to the contrary.

Or anyone in power. Or anyone else, for that matter.

No matter how infallible we might otherwise wish we might be.

Outclassing your critics

It never ceases to amaze me how younger generations, for all their often serious and copious faults, so frequently outclass their elders.

Bush Forfeits Heisman

"'It is for these reasons that I have made the difficult decision to forfeit my title as Heisman winner of 2005,' the statement read. 'The persistent media speculation regarding allegations dating back to my years at USC has been both painful and distracting. In no way should the storm around these allegations reflect in any way on the dignity of this award, nor on any other institutions or individuals. Nor should it distract from outstanding performances and hard-earned achievements either in the past, present or future.

'For the rest of my days, I will continue to strive to demonstrate through my actions and words that I was deserving of the confidence placed in me by the Heisman Trophy Trust. I would like to begin in this effort by turning a negative situation into a positive one by working with the Trustees to establish an educational program which will assist student-athletes and their families avoid some of the mistakes that I made. I am determined to view this event as an opportunity to help others and to advance the values and mission of the Heisman Trophy Trust.'"

This is the serious gap between younger and older generations, I'm convinced, right now. A much greater appreciation that mistakes don't make the man. And a focus on moving forward over the ugly, foolish, nasty recrimination that has been so dominant in the media, as of late. And responsible for so much of what is wrong in world, at this point.

For all of their bluster about being grownups, it's a sign of their immaturity, ironically.

And Reggie Bush, here, outclasses them all. Past and all.

A lot of Bush's critics have much to learn from this talented young man, right now. I have serious doubts that they will learn their lessons. But they won't be around, forever, either. And a younger generation, as always, will bring a more forgiving attitude and more real life to this life we live.

And no matter what the news media has to say, Reggie. Fuck 'em. They have their jobs. You have yours. Just keep outclassing them. And let them get things figured out. Or not.

World needs more progress like this young man has to offer. Quite enough of the alternative. Source of the most of the world's fucking up, is the truth.

Nice to know that some people, at least, actually learn their lesson.

If we want hell, then hell's what we'll have

The bottom line for humanity.



"It was you, it was me, we've all got the blood on our hands. We only receive what we demand. And if we want hell, then hell's what we'll have."

Step up, America (and everyone else, too)

All Americans say things with which I disagree. Faisal Abdul Rauf is but one of many of them. Though, generally, I must say, I have much more to praise about this man than disapprove. And, in this matter, he is right. Is the bottom line. There is much for America to learn from this very decent imam.

Ground Zero Mosque Imam: "Had I Known This Would Happen We Would Never Have Done This"

This man is right that the central problem in contemporary politics is not of one group against another. It is not right versus left. Or Christian versus Muslim. Or the West versus the rest.

It is all of us finding the courage. To live our values. To be our best selves. And to stare down the radical impulses among us.

And he is right about the stakes.

Radicals of all stripes - terrorists just being one brutal variation - will only be effectively neutralized when moderates find the strength to tell them to fuck off. And that bullying will not be the way of liberal democratic politics. Which is appropriate since bullying is the opposite of liberal democratic politics. For those who actually care about liberty. Or democracy. Or any of those things we pretend to care about. When we're not pretending to be everything we pretend in our lives.

And for those who genuinely care about people. For real. Of which radicals do not count themselves. And neither should they be counted seriously. In matters of right and wrong, that is. Or anything serious, for that matter.

And all radicals - radicals of the right, and those waging this campaign to move this mosque, in particular and all hateful bullies for purposes of religion or national pride; radicals of the left, and those waging the campaign to stop engaging terrorists and violent fanatics with military force, especially, and all hateful bullies for the purposes of envy and equality or any variation of secular causes; radicals of Islam, terrorists, namely, and all of their cowardly supporters; radicals of Christianity; radicals of Zionism; and radicals of every variation - will only stop dominating contemporary liberal democratic politics and it's infinite illiberal bastardizations when honest people - moderates, we call them - step forward and stop letting these assholes dominate.

And the only way to stop letting radical assholes dominate is to take liberal values seriously. Liberal meaning liberty. Freedom. For the not-such-irredeemable-assholes among us.

And to stop letting radicals bully and manipulate those same not-quite-irredeemable assholes into being much bigger assholes than those still small quiet voices, our more honest consciences, might otherwise suggest.

The assholes, in other words, need to be stared down. Real courage must lead. And cowards follow. And not the other way around.

I am tired of watching bullies and cowards dominate. And the only way for that to change is for rest of us cowards to find the courage to challenge them. And to be bigger than our cowardice might otherwise suggest.

Translation: Step up, America. And everyone else, for that matter. Now is your chance.

If you give a shit about anything that really matters, that is.

Jack says it as well. Perhaps he might help you find the courage. Someone needs to. That's for sure. Perhaps it may just be you.

Bearing strength despite our weakness

How eminently American to have good and decent Muslims show up their fellow non-Muslim Americans in their faith in our core American values.

Translation: Step up, America. You're gettin' schooled.

Building on Faith

With all due respect to the New York Times and Feisal Abdul Rauf, the man heading up the Cordoba House, I am reposting a substantial portion of this enormously thoughtful piece:

"Cordoba House will be built on the two fundamental commandments common to Judaism, Christianity and Islam: to love the Lord our creator with all of our hearts, minds, souls and strength; and to love our neighbors as we love ourselves. We want to foster a culture of worship authentic to each religious tradition, and also a culture of forging personal bonds across religious traditions.

I do not underestimate the challenges that will be involved in bringing our work to completion. (Construction has not even begun yet.) I know there will be interest in our financing, and so we will clearly identify all of our financial backers.

Lost amid the commotion is the good that has come out of the recent discussion. I want to draw attention, specifically, to the open, law-based and tolerant actions that have taken place, and that are particularly striking for Muslims.

President Obama and Mayor Michael Bloomberg both spoke out in support of our project. As I traveled overseas, I saw firsthand how their words and actions made a tremendous impact on the Muslim street and on Muslim leaders. It was striking: a Christian president and a Jewish mayor of New York supporting the rights of Muslims. Their statements sent a powerful message about what America stands for, and will be remembered as a milestone in improving American-Muslim relations.

The wonderful outpouring of support for our right to build this community center from across the social, religious and political spectrum seriously undermines the ability of anti-American radicals to recruit young, impressionable Muslims by falsely claiming that America persecutes Muslims for their faith. These efforts by radicals at distortion endanger our national security and the personal security of Americans worldwide. This is why Americans must not back away from completion of this project. If we do, we cede the discourse and, essentially, our future to radicals on both sides. The paradigm of a clash between the West and the Muslim world will continue, as it has in recent decades at terrible cost. It is a paradigm we must shift.

From those who recognize our rights, from grassroots organizers to heads of state, I sense a global desire to build on this positive momentum and to be part of a global movement to heal relations and bring peace. This is an opportunity we must grasp.

I therefore call upon all Americans to rise to this challenge. Let us commemorate the anniversary of 9/11 by pausing to reflect and meditate and tone down the vitriol and rhetoric that serves only to strengthen the radicals and weaken our friends’ belief in our values.

The very word 'islam' comes from a word cognate to shalom, which means peace in Hebrew. The Koran declares in its 36th chapter, regarded by the Prophet Muhammad as the heart of the Koran, in a verse deemed the heart of this chapter, 'Peace is a word spoken from a merciful Lord.'

How better to commemorate 9/11 than to urge our fellow Muslims, fellow Christians and fellow Jews to follow the fundamental common impulse of our great faith traditions?"

If there is one document to read in this entire debate, this is the one. For the sake of the New York Times advertising department and a thoughtful understanding of what a powerful stand for American values looks like, I highly recommend reading the remarkably engaging original column.

How ironic that America would become so inflamed about something so resolutely American.

But that is the long history of humanity, isn't it? To aggressively take after that which is our best selves. To bear weakness against our strength.

Perhaps knowing that history might offer a path to genuine progress, after all.

Pride and humility, and knowing the difference

And then George goes and buys me flowers.

The environmental movement in retreat

"In the middle of the 20th century, Americans, impressed by the government's mobilization of society for victory in World War II, were, Mead says, 'intoxicated with social and environmental engineering of all kinds." They had, for example, serene confidence that 'urban renewal' would produce 'model cities.' Back then, environmentalism was skepticism.

It was akin to the dissent of Jane Jacobs, author of the 1961 book 'The Death and Life of Great American Cities.' She argued that ambitious social engineers such as New York's Robert Moses were, by their ten-thumbed interventions in complex organisms such as cities, disrupting social ecosystems. The apotheosis of technocratic experts such as McGeorge Bundy and Robert McNamara gave us 'nation-building' in conjunction with a war of attrition -- the crucial metric supposedly was body counts -- in a Southeast Asian peasant society. Over time, Mead says, 'experts lost their mystique':

'An increasingly skeptical public started to notice that 'experts' weren't angels descending immaculately from heaven bearing infallible revelations from God. They were fallible human beings with mortgages to pay and funds to raise. They disagreed with one another and they colluded with their friends and supporters like everyone else.'

And expertise was annoyingly changeable. Experts said margarine was the healthy alternative to butter -- until they said its trans fats made it harmful.

Environmentalism began as Bambi doing battle with Godzillas, such as the Army Corps of Engineers. Then, says Mead, environmentalism became Godzilla, an advocate of 'a big and simple fix for all that ails us: a global carbon cap. One big problem, one big fix.' Mead continues:

'Never mind that the leading green political strategy (to stop global warming by a treaty that gains unanimous consent among 190-plus countries and is then ratified by 67 votes in a Senate that rejected Kyoto 95 to 0) is and always has been so cluelessly unrealistic as to be clinically insane. The experts decree and we rubes are not to think but to honor and obey.'

The essence of progressivism, of which environmentalism has become an appendage, is the faith that all will be well once we have concentrated enough power in Washington and have concentrated enough Washington power in the executive branch and have concentrated enough 'experts' in that branch. Hence the Environmental Protection Agency proposes to do what the elected representatives of the rubes refuse to do in limiting greenhouse gases. Mead says of today's environmental movement:

'It proposes big economic and social interventions and denies that unintended consequences and new information could vitiate the power of its recommendations. It knows what is good for us, and its knowledge is backed up by the awesome power and majesty of the peer review process. The political, cultural, business and scientific establishments stand firmly behind global warming today -- just as they once stood firmly behind Robert Moses, urban renewal and big dams. They tell us it's a sin to question the consensus, the sign of bad moral character to doubt. Bambi, look in the mirror. You will see Godzilla looking back.'

Mead, who says that he is a skeptic about climate policy rather than climate science, says that the environmental movement has 'become the voice of the establishment, of the tenured, of the technocrats.' This is the wrong thing to be in 'Recovery Summer' while the nation wonders about the whereabouts of the robust recovery the experts forecast."

Perhaps it is time to humble our notions of power. And how it can solve all. Perhaps we are not wholly imcomparable with those who have known how to overpower problems of yore. Perhaps the temptation of pride and power is unremitting. Perhaps honest humility is patient effort.

But perhaps we can learn to tell the difference.

Enough is enough

Jeff Jacoby, like George Will, confuses piety, disillusionment, and skepticism with wisdom in his otherwise thoughtfully composed column in today's Boston Globe.

Victims on the road to 'peace'

"But far from opposing a 'peace process’ meant to push Israel into ever-deeper concessions, retreats, and self-endangerment, terrorists — whether affiliated with Hamas or with Fatah — seek to accelerate it. The two Palestinian factions may be at war with each other, but they have always been as one in rejecting Israel’s existence as the sovereign state of the Jewish people. So long as they refuse to budge from that position, Israeli-Palestinian peace is impossible."

It's a tempting and clever interpretation of events. Too clever by half.

There is no hope for peace. If I don't acknowledge what's at stake. What people involved are really pained about. If I can reframe them as whatever I please. To ignore honest concerns.

The Palestinians, you see, by this interpretation, are not peoples angry and embittered about being expelled forcibly by Israelis from their homes and lives when Israel was founded. They are not a people tired and fed up with Israeli occupation and the restrictions and real fears for safety it persistently imposes on their lives. They are not peoples genuinely grieving the loss of lives that have taken place over the course of this long, bloody, foolish history.

The Palestinians, you see, are heartless murderers. All of them. They are systemactically unwilling of humanity, you see. Which justifies all of the rest, you see. And justifies why only military strength can put the thumb firmly on the trigger fingers of those who would otherwise murder innocent Israelis.

It's a tempting interpretation. A clever one. And a thoroughly self-righteous one. That maintains the bloodletting.

One very much similar to the tempting, clever, self-righteous interpretation of Palestinians that Israelis have murdered their way into a Jewish state meant to oppress, occupy, and let the blood of innocent Palestinians who want nothing other than to live their lives in peace.

They are both patently untrue, of course. And involved, sophisticated, and deceptive means of avoiding the responsibility that each party has in the bloodshed and bitterness of the last 100 years in this region.

And people like Jeff Jacoby and George Will make life difficult for those who would unravel that ugly and self-deceptive legacy.

And so they do.

And so would-be statesmen like Benjamin Netanyahu and would-be leaders like Mahmoud Abbas (who has a long journey, to be sure, before he is a responsible leader for the Palestinian peace and a more trustworthy partner for peace) move forward and let the Jeff Jacoby's and George Will's of the world wring their hands and predict failure. Because they were never really committed to a peaceful resolution of this unrelenting human tragedy, in the first place.

And so they weren't. And so they are ignored until they can offer a vision of something other than unflagging war.

Plenty of figures in this tragedy who will die never accepting peace. And so they will. Some of them, those who murder, against their will. And so it goes.

In the meantime, the rest of us have work to do.

There's too many lives at stake to stand around pretending that they can't be saved for good. Because Jeff and George say so.

Let wither the bitter fruits of sanctimony

How refreshing to begin with a more reasonable timeline. And two partners that look to be genuinely committed to peace.

Israelis, Palestinians Agree to Second Round of Talks

"In an early sign of promise, Israeli and Palestinian leaders pledged Thursday in a cordial first round of talks to keep meeting at regular intervals, aiming to nail down a framework for overcoming deep disputes and achieving lasting peace within a year."

The genuine commitment is what will either make or break this and every round.

The bottom line in this process has always been:

Either Palestinians and Israelis want peace and are more committed to ending senseless deaths than leveraging for concessions or not.

Sadly, for all the lives lost, this is the only thing that ever mattered anyway. And the only thing most future Palestinians and Israelis will ever really remember.

How tragic all those who have died in the name of that pride. How sad that so many in the West and the Middle East have contributed to those deaths by supporting the leveraging.

How hopeful that we may, perhaps, finally let wither the bitter fruits of that sanctimony.

Making the peace

"I didn't come here to make an argument. I came here today to make peace. I didn't come here today to play a blame game where even the winners lose. Everybody loses if there's no peace. I came here to achieve a peace that will bring a lasting benefit to us all. I didn't come here to find excuses or to make them. I came here to find solutions."

Netanyahu: "Our Goal Is To Forge A Secure And Durable Peace Between Israelis And Palestinians"

That's what it looks like to be responsible. A peace agreement will happen when all parties make this commitment. It will not happen with any of us, including those making their observations public, dropping that ball.

Make peace. Stop making excuses. And if you can't, be prepared to not be taken seriously until we get there.

That's what leadership looks like in this region.

Ignore the whining. Commit to peace. Fulfill the agreements to establish security for both Palestinians and Israelis. Build a commitment to peace within populations over time.

And ignore the naysayers. Including the ones killing civilians. And capture or kill those folks, in the meantime.

Everything else is political theater.

Thanks for your opinion to the contrary.

Now we have a peace to establish.

So goddamn glad

Watching the reactions in the American press - one of the pettier, more self-centered, self-glorifying groups of people I've ever followed in my life - to President Obama's speech on the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, I am so goddamn glad I never went into politics as a profession.

Watching these assholes at work - Rachel Maddow, on the left, Charles Krauthammer, on the right, and all the rest of the assholes I had the misfortune to watch advance their petty, little self-centered agendas - I've definitely come to the conclusion that these dicks do not deserve as much attention or seriousness as they inexplicably get.

I am without doubt, anymore, that these are the last people on earth - outside of terrorists and despots, perhaps - with whom I would ever want to spend any substantial period of time.

The President is not without his flaws. The military efforts in Iraq and Afghanistan have not been without error. Nothing is. That's the reality of life we likely most need to come to terms with, today.

But the last people any of us should be listening to for any serious reflection on anything in America, I think, are the assholes who are constantly sharing their opinions on television for a living. They are a small-minded, self-serving class of people, generally, all too proud of their sad, small-minded little opinions. And it's all I can do to hold my stomach listen to them take themselves so seriously when they've done so little of any real import to warrant such seriousness.

You know who else has figured that out?

This guy.

I think he says it better.



You know why those assholes hate nice guys like Jack?



Because he's got their number.



Whether assholes figure it out or not.

Lovingly running circles around the whole world

You know who's figured out the world like this?



Noone in the national media, that's for sure. Or national politics. Or national anything, really. Certainly not you and me.

Jack is smokin' everyone. And it doesn't even matter if they get it or not.

Unless they want to turn it around, that is.

If you can't show up for the ball, have the sense to keep your fashion advice to yourself

It is a sad day for Americans when Hosni Mubarak shows up the American press in his commitment to peace.

A Peace Plan Within Our Grasp

Another reminder for why journalists are not statesman. And should not be treated as such.

I heart Amanda Jensen

How America Idol should be. If we were as American as the Swedish, that is. Or at least Amanda Jensen.



This is an American Idol I might tune into.

Talented and touching.

Perhaps there is hope for pop culture, after all.

Are you satisfied?

If not, you might take a listen.

Lessons learned

The Death of Conservatism Was Greatly Exaggerated

A very nice summation of the hubris and folly of the left, as of late. And the vibrant contribution that conservative thought, as much as liberal thought, has to offer our democratic discussion and debate.

Democrats will be paying the price for that hubris soon enough. Just as Republicans did here recently. And so it will go until they learn their lesson. Or don't. And so it will go.

I appreciate fully, now, why I respect the marketplace of ideas more than any one participant. Because the marketplace sorts these things out, eventually. Even sluggishly and less than ideally. Until we get to better ideas.

And it's the surest way to humble the arrogant.

Instant karma's gonna get you. All of us, eventually.

Successful people, like successful ideas, are the products of lessons learned.

And then there's everything else.

In which camp do you belong?

Far too much love in the world, these days

All too much love in the world, so they say.



Far too much love. And not enough pay.



Far too much love and not enough fight.



Far too much bark and not enough bite.



Far too much Jack Johnson and Jesus, I hear.



All too much heart from the all too sincere.

That is the problem with the world, so say they.

Far too much love in the world, these days.

What would Bob Marley do?

No law even comes close to doing more honest good for people than the message in this song.



The mind behind that message:

Bob Marley.

Remember that the next time you're blaming the marijuana for the problems of the world.

Every man thinks his burden is the heaviest. Every man. Thinks his burden is the heaviest.

You runnin' and you runnin' and you runnin' away.

But you can't run away from yourself.

Make the world a better place. That's what he'd do.

No amount of power will ever have that power.