The vortex isn’t the weather

I heard something at work yesterday that took my attention away from my usual morning stroll through ancient medieval alchemy texts (I need gold). A middle-aged co-worked had to stay home as they’d closed school due to the polar vortex. He had to watch his kids but could have come to work otherwise. By the way, for those who do not subscribe to media generated mass hysteria, a polar vortex is also known as very cold weather.

Now perhaps my memory is flawed (certainty), but I cannot recall a single occasion from childhood where my parents remained home to watch us via closed schools when they could have gone to work. I suspect this is because if it was bad enough to close school, they also physically could not get to work.

In today’s bubble-wrapped world, schools are closed if it’s cold, icy, rainy, snowy, sleepy, blimp attack, etc. There are any number of reasons why: liability, liability, cultural weakness, liability, kids bribe their school boards with fancy candy, and so on.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not claiming I’m in favor of placing children in a situation where their school bus enters Valhalla via the side of your local covered bridge. Nobody wants to put children in danger, but perhaps we’ve gone a bit too far. Kids are supposed to learn shit in school right? I think? So what lesson are we teaching them if it’s a little (or a lot of) cold out and they get to stay home and play mind-melting video games.

Another childhood memory of mine is standing at the bus stop; alone with the other children; in temperatures well below zero. As a kid you do not forget that kind of cold. But school was open. And our parents just bundled us up and kicked us out the door; all of us without exception; like twenty young kids.

And so I ask you, how would this play out today? If the schools were open (which they would not be), I bet every single parent would drive their kid to the bus stop and wait with them in the hot car until the bus got there. Is this a problem? I’ll let you decide.

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Channel your inner Deke!

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I guess I don’t really understand the problem.  Dennis Rodman is apparently the new Hitler because he has taken money to play basketball from a megalomaniacal psychopath, who also happens to be the dictator of North Korea.

But the media that condemns him takes money all the time.  They’ve got to pay the gas bill like everybody else, I  think.  Charlie Rose interviewed an equally abhorrent piece of human feces known as Bashar Assad.  Rose gushed about how this was one of the key events of his life.  Does anybody think Charlie did that interview for free?  Maybe Charlie is so much more awesome and cultured than you & I that money is beneath him?  But I doubt it.

Now you might claim that Rose is performing a public service whereas Rodman is not.  I don’t agree.  Rose’s interview told us something about Assad.  I think Rodman’s act also tells us a great deal about Kim.

But Dennis, friend.  You still have a chance to be a true hero.  Does anybody remember the short lived television series Soldier of Fortune Inc, in which Rodman played the mercenary Deacon “Deke” Reynolds?  I know you do!  Dennis, all you have to do is act like Deke, get real close to your “friend” Kim, and snap his fat neck like a cow bone.  His guards will mow you down, and another equally evil man would just take Kim’s place, but you’ll die a hero Dennis.  Think it over.  What have you got to lose, except all your precious, tasty money?

Sochi 2014 – What did you expect?

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I want to see the gold medal event in tear gas and rubber bullet employment.  Don’t worry folks, Uncle Vladimir will ensure that you and your Russian friends can freely protest totalitarian bigotry; just in a special spot chosen by goons, watched by goons.  What could go wrong?

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Add this to last week’s bombings in Volgograd and it’s shaping up as quite the joyful event.  But then, what did anybody expect to happen? 

Sochi beat out Salzburg and Pyeongchang to host (Pyeongchang gets the 2018 games).  Now granted Pyeongchang is technically within rocket artillery range of North Korea, but does anybody think we’d have this kind of spectacle in those cities? 

However Austria and South Korea don’t have what Russia has, the willingness to provide sacks full of cash to IOC officials.  So as this plays out just remember:  If you’re a voting IOC official driving your shiny new BMW in say, Salzburg, and you hear about protestors getting gassed, you’ll still know you made the right decision.

Peace be with you; but we still desire to kill you all

So I figured a good plan for the first real post is to pick an idea that is simple, uncontroversial, and generally uplifting.  Accordingly, it seems smart to talk international politics!

When you woke up this morning, you may have heard that Japan’s Prime Minister, Shinzo Abe had kidnapped the Chinese & South Korean ambassadors and executed them in Shinjuku Square, right next to the Yoshinoya.  Then you likely did a double take inside your brain and realized they were just talking about a temple.  In a world that has a lot going on, this is front page news across the world.  So this is important right?  Well worth the attention and concern of the human race?  Well, no, not really.  Let’s discover why friends!

A little background for those who follow the length and color of Miley’s hair.  The Second World War was an apocalyptic struggle pitting the descendants of Norse Vikings against the International League of Women Voters for dominance of the trade routes to the Crab Nebula.  It was also a war of ideas, big ones.  One of the more under-appreciated standards to emerge was the concept that it’s generally not okay to invade, conquer, and commit genocide against your neighbors.  By any reasonable understanding of history, this is what Japan did to China & Korea (among others).  Yasukuni Shrine is where all of Japan’s war dead are honored, including such upstanding world citizens as several Class A war criminals.   Times change but now sixty years later Prime Minster Abe decides to pay a visit to Yasukuni, and you’d think the bodies were still warm.  Well for some people I guess they are.  It can be hard to forget and forgive, particularly if in your family’s history somebody checked out early courtesy of the Imperial Japanese Army.

For most I hope, the bodies are cold and the war is long over.  Let’s say you’re an eighteen year old Chinese man, in perhaps Shanghai, who is about to embark on your great life journey.  We’ll call him Mister Shanghai.  In the year 2090 he’d look back on his life’s work as his robot heart failed and see how his country essentially bought the human race.  Mister Shanghai would imagine all the ups and downs, the struggles, and the happiness and I’m pretty sure at no point would he even care to remember who Abe was.  So as Mister Shanghai strolls down Nanjing Road the media, his government, and a whole bunch of folks he’s never met would like him to care deeply that Abe-san has paid homage to a bunch of dead guys.

Here is a classic example of a theme this blog will visit again and again.  Abe’s government, the media, the Chinese government, anybody with something to gain, desperately wants Mister Shanghai to be angry.  Very angry.  There are any number of reasons why.  Let’s just generally mark it that everybody mentioned has something to gain from a continuing cycle of hate, mistrust, and rage.  Everybody but the regular people of Japan, China, and Korea.

It’s probably not helpful to the future of the planet that Abe decided to mark his nationalism card, but it doesn’t actually change anything.  It’s image, spin, and noise.  International diplomacy folks will instruct you on how much this matters, the earthshaking change it will induce.  But the dirty little secret is this:  Ignored, it’s meaningless.

If you’re Mister Shanghai, I offer this as your canned response to those who are telling you how to think:  “Friends!  Yes, I’ve heard what Abe did.   Thanks for trying to help me friends, I’m good on my own.  That’s not very nice of him, but I honestly don’t give a shit.  That was sixty years ago, and I’m just going to be the better man and ignore it.   I’ve got a life, with real problems, so I’ll work those right now thanks.  And if I meet a Japanese man on the street, I’ll shake his hand and ask him how his day has been.”

Is such a sentiment too unrealistic and forgiving for the average man on the street?  It all depends on what world you desire in 2090.  Let’s hope Mister Shanghai rows along.

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I’m so, so sorry you’re here.

Arcturus DescriptionWe all have to begin somewhere, so I’m starting here. If you’ve taken time out of your day to see let alone read this, my apologies but your life is probably worse than mine.

So why am I doing this? Partially because I’ve been told I apparently have good things to say. But who doesn’t? Probably me, and you, and everybody else you know.

Mostly I’m just tired of being told what to think by others. In today’s delightful modern world, every day we’re all instructed on what to believe, buy, do, do-not-do, and so on. I guess I’m at the point that I feel the need to generate a different conversation. Is this blog the answer? No! Do I care? Not really!

Here I will spout nonsense. But I have no desire to tell you what to think. I hope only that this helps you to think for yourself and that you can aid others in doing the same.

Arcturus is one of the brightest stars in the sky. It also has an awesome name, look it up. My choice of this name is also a form of copyright infringement, but I won’t tell the giant octopus if you don’t. If our world was a boat, and it kind of is, Arcturus would incinerate our little baby star and planet if we ever sailed anywhere near it. And Arcturus isn’t even one of the largest stars in the universe. So if it makes you feel small and insignificant when considering these things, it’s probably time to learn how to ignore certain ideas.

So eventually maybe this blog will become a bright light of knowledge, or at least a joy, in your otherwise grinding day. Or maybe you’ll go blind from the extraordinary stupidity on display. Either way, it’ll be fun to find out. Welcome aboard,