Friday, April 28, 2006

HELP! I AM DROWNING IN MYOPIA!

Somebody please help me. Because I am surrounded by myopic politicians with no vision and a penchant for pandering the worst sort of hysteria.

I am referring, of course, to the lather that Congress has worked itself into over gas prices. It is true that Americans are paying more at the pump, and not one of them enjoys spending the extra cash. But they are dealing with it. This country has emerged intact from depressions, wars, and Milli Vanilli. I think we can get through this as well.

But here in Capital City, USA, nothing gets politicians thinking votes like the price of gas. As the bloviation reaches fever pitch, some real dingers have blown out from in between the marble columns of the Capitol and White House. So let's indulge ourselves and take a quick tour of the ideas coming from our fearless leaders in Washington D.C.
  1. Investigate price gouging - Last time I checked we still lived in a capitalist economy. Back in the 80s and 90s, our government decided it didn't like public ownership of utilities and deregulated both infrastructure and operations. That means oil companies are supposed to make profits. They can charge whatever the market will bear. While it is illegal to take advantage of disasters or other events to drive prices, the only real check on the price of a fill up is competition from the guy across the street. Say it with me: Supply and demand. It's like ECON 101...
  2. Weaken clean air standards - Because, you know, if you can't have cheap fuel, clean air is pretty worthless.
  3. Repeal the gas tax - Hey, I have an idea! Let's spend $6 billion and reduce the incentive to conserve! Brilliant! I am actually ashamed that this little nugget of legislative prowess comes from my very own Demo-crackhead Senator Bob Menendez. While the last transportation bill was rife with pounds and pounds of fine Alaska pork, as it is we don't have the money we need to build out our transportation system. The gas tax funds our transportation system. Hmmmm.... That could be problematic. You know, we GAVE you that Senate seat, Menendez, and we can take it right back.
  4. $100 gas rebates funded by Arctic drilling - Ok, this is just petty. This is Frist's brilliant plan to make the Dems look bad. I can see the press release now: DEMOCRATS REJECT GAS REBATE, DRINK BLOOD OF AMERICANS. Really, what good is that extra hundred bucks going to do for most Americans. The cost of an average fill up (I'm estimating 15-20 gal.) is rounding $50. So basically, the trade is two tanks of gas for a redefinition of what "wildlife refuge" means in America. Sounds like a great deal, Billy. I'll pass.
There are dozens of other asinine anodynes out there that don't even warrant mockery. Seriously, though, is this all we can expect from our leaders? Coz I see not one ounce of leadership or vision, or even anything approaching a grip on reality down on the Mall.

Next time: A few ideas...

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Thursday, April 20, 2006

Yeah. It's a windmill pun. Deal with it.

Ted Kennedy can blow me. Everyone's favorite liberal icon is opposed to the world's largest wind energy project. Yeah, THAT Ted Kennedy... He's against it because he might have to look at the windmills from his back porch on Cape Cod. I mean, who wouldn't sacrifice a few hunderd megawatts of clean energy for a view of Nantucket Sound? Suckers, that's who.

This, from the man who defined the Massachusetts liberal caricature. I thought he gay-married the lefty movement the minute it became legal. I was even told that not selling out was included in the wedding vows. But then again, wedding vows don't really mean anything anymore. And they certainly don't mean forever.

Seriously though, here we have a politician who has made his career sticking up for workers, women, civil rights - all those issues. His record is nothing to joke about, and he's accomplished a lot with some pretty deft politiking. But when you get elected talking about good government and energy independence and environmental health, YOU CAN'T KILL LANDMARK WIND PROJECTS IN BACKROOM SENATE DEALS. It's totally in the Constitution, or at least one of the Federalist Papers (I think #59). Anyway, Greenpeace is calling bullshit:


Kennedy literally rode his brother's coattails into a giftwrapped Senate seat, and at first was regarded as kind of a joke. He's turned that around and made some great contributions since then. But if he doesn't watch where he steps, he is going to leave the Senate the same way he came into it. A bit of a joke.

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Wednesday, April 19, 2006

! BREAKING NEWS ! McClellan's Replacement To Be Announced

The Scourge has learned through several sources close to the White House that President Bush has chosen a stack of smooth rocks to replace Scott McClellan as press secretary.

McClellan resigned today after nearly three years as White House Press Secretary. He replaced the controversial Ari Fleischer in 2003, and was widely respected for saying less than Mr. Fleischer without ever actually lying. The rocks beat out other candidates such as Fox News anchor Tony Snow and former Iraqi Information Minister Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf.

The President is expected to appear at a news conference later today to announce the appointment. Sources have indicated that there is great support for the rocks among west wing staffers. "The press corps is getting way out of control, and a stack of rocks is the perfect choice to put them back in line," said one senior staffer who asked to remain anonymous. A slingshot was observed sticking out of his briefcase.

The press corps was divided in their response to the announcement. Some, like NBC's David Gregory were excited to get to know the rocks. "Though Scott and I always had a working relationship, he became increasingly difficult to deal with over the last few months," Gregory said. "I really think a stack of rocks is going to be more forthcoming with information, and less evasive. It will make all of our jobs a lot less frustrating.

Others in the press corps were less optimistic. Matt Cooper of Time felt that a stack of rocks was too far outside of Bush's inner circle to be of much use. "Rocks might be easier to work with than Scott, but they don't have that insight into the president's mind that made him so special," he said. Cooper worries that leaked information, both good and bad, will be harder to come by with a stack of rocks at the podium.

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Saturday, April 15, 2006

Happy Easter Edition

While DC busies itself debating whether homosexuals and their kids should really be out rolling eggs on the White House lawn, I'd like to talk about the man of the hour for a bit. Jesus. Specifically, a Florida State professor's recent attempts to scientifically explain one of Jesus' miracles. I didn't write about this when it first hit the news, because honestly, I think the guy doing this research is a joke, despite his efforts to be an equal opportunity jackass. A self-described "miracle buster," he makes a living by what amounts to telling kids there is no Tooth Fairy. Classy.

But I changed my mind and decided to write about it after a recent episode of Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me! Let me explain. One of host Peter Sagal's quiz questions referred to this idea that the Sea of Galilee could have frozen, essentially allowing Jesus to 'walk on water'. After the contestant correctly answered, Sagal took the opportunity to editorialize, "A little hard to believe, don't you think?"

Harder to believe than someone actually walking on water? Really, Peter? At least the scientific option is plausible, however unlikely. But as absurd as it seems, is it really more reasonable than the miraculous alternative?

So why is Sagal, a presumably intelligent and educated man, easily able to make such an apparently unreasonable statement? If the person in question was not Jesus, the scientific answer would be the clear winner. But since the question deals with a religious figure that holds extraordinarily deep meaning, everything changes. The foundation of Sagal's value judgments shifted from truths of reason or science to truths of religion.

This creates a serious problem with the scientist's intent to explain the unexplainable. Science and religion each seek to interpret the world, doing so in very different but equally valid ways. However, each is based on its own unique truths, and it is irresponsible to debate them as if they oppose each other.

Various systems of geometry each are based on axioms that at times contradict each other. In Euclidean geometry, given a line and a point, there is only one parallel line that runs through that point. In hyperbolic geometry, there are infinite parallel lines that run through the point. Parallel lines don't even exist in elliptical geometry.

Because of this, a postulate that is true in one system may not be in another. But such a postulate isn't worthless. Its worth depends on its usefulness, and each system can be used to solve problems and create order in the world. For instance, you couldn't build a house without Euclidean geometry, but the development of non-Euclidean geometries is central to modern astrophysics. We don't reject a useful mathematical system just because another contradicts it. Similarly, the idea that scientific and religious truths must be reconciled creates a false dilemma where people feel forced to choose between one or the other.

Scientific and religious truths that are contradictory should not have to compete with each other. They are each based on their own distinct axioms and the end results are equally valuable. They provide an interpretation of the world and offer a direction in which to move. Scientific inquiry does not lessen the weight of religious canon, nor does faith negate scientific discovery.

The tension that is caused by this false dilemma is destructive to both science and religion. In Christianity, the miracle of Christ's resurrection forms the core of the faith. Miraculous events or ideas similarly underpin other religions. Working to explain how these miracles could have happened mistakes religious belief for some sort of suspended disbelief. The faithful do not begrudgingly accept miracles in spite of evidence that they could not have happened. That they are incredible is precisely what gives miracles their power and meaning. Miracles are not meant to be investigated or deconstructed, and when they are the reaction is hostile.

Such hostility is at the root of divisive controversies, most recently seen in the debate over intelligent design. Attempts to integrate theology and science introduce an element that reduces the usefulness of the scientific method. On the other hand, using science to probe theological questions reduces the usefulness and meaning of religion. It is understandable that people react so vehemently to attempts at either.

The professor who authored the research on Jesus' watery miracle states, "We leave to others the question of whether or not our research explains the biblical account." This statement not only refuses responsibility, it belies the worst part of such research - not the sins it commits, but the intention it commits them with. Both arrogant and disdainful, it fans flames in pursuit of noteriety, amounting to little more than scientific demagogy.

What's more, the results are doomed to irrelevance from the beginning. Who cares if/how Jesus walked on water? The Christian faith is not going to suddenly adopt a "good to know..." attitude, adjusting its canon accordingly. The only consistent results of this line of questioning are outrage among the faithful, inevitable smugness from non-believers, and a lot of meaningless rhetorical ping-pong in the media. Hardly a useful scientific discovery.

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Friday, April 14, 2006

I learned it from watching you

Ad CouncilThe Ad Council is one of those things that you know, but just don't know you know. Let's do some free association: Smokey the Bear. The egg in the frying pan. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. The crying Indian. Got it?

Well, the Council takes on serious "Issue of Its Time" kinda causes and then develops a really good ad campaign. Pro bono. I mean, you remember all the ads up top, right? Yeah. Well, they've decided that global warming is the Issue of Its Time, and hence, produced a really, really good ad campaign.






Pretty wild. But as good as the ads are, the decision to take them on means even more. Look at the issues the Council has taken on in the past. Forest fires. Drugs. Minority education. Drunk driving. The decision to take on global warming as the current focus of the Council puts global warming on that same level. This can be seen as a watershed of sorts. Bescause even though global warming is as important as any of the others (if not more), it has not gotten the same recognition in the media. I am not saying that the Ad Council gives it any more weight or gravitas. Rather, I am saying that the Ad Council's decision reveals the weight and gravitas it already has.

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Zeitgeist Phrasology

Our friends over at The Goo went through some pretty serious histrionics to prove to the world that they were indeed NOT hipsters, yupsters, yipsters, or any other derivative. I give them credit, but what they should have done is just make up a new category for themselves!

Over on DCist today, I stumbled across yet another apparent niche in the social strata. This one was coined by IndieCognition, describing himself. Without further ado, here it is, your new socio-descriptive zeitgeist phrase:
superliberal, new-age, indiehippie

Wow. I have included an artist's interpretation of this phenomenon as a visual aide:

cartoon by nataliedee

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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

An open letter to people who drive cars in DC

Click Here for VideoDear DC Drivers,

I thought we had a deal. I don't cross against the light, and you don't kill me in the crosswalk. Apparently I misunderstood.

I am not saying you'll never have a good reason to drive at high speed down Columbia Road with no lights on. I'm sure cold Jumbo Slice tastes really bad. But last night, one of you hit 5 cars and 1 person, who might die. It probably isn't worth it.

In closing, please don't run my neighbors down. Especially not right in front of my building (see map for location). I cross the street there often, walking to work, or Safeway, or Adams Morgan Wine and Spirits. Even though I look both ways and use the crosswalk, you guys always seem to act as if I am just not there. What's the deal with that? Anyway, no more hitting people, OK? People are starting to talk.

Trying to be your understanding friend,
A Militant Pedestrian
(militancy growing daily)

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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Since when is the mafia so obvious?

And it took them 43 years to find this guy? This is like the first place they should have looked! Either way, a little trite, don't you think, guys?

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Motorcade of generosity

Everywhere in DC, little signs are telling you to "Report waste, fraud, and abuse." It's all part of Bush's "CEO President" schtick. Very endearing, really. There are , signs on every federal wall, buttons on every agency website, and each year, the White House rates the wastefulness, fraudulence, and abusiveness of all the different federal bodies with color coded levels and awkward acronyms.

So let's talk about waste, fraud, and abuse. I saw my first presidential motorcade today. And yes, those are snipers on the roof across the street.











So what's the fuss? Presidents are muy importante and certainly deserve the best security we can muster. Even wildly unpopular presidents should never have to fear for their lives. So I was not upset by the whole production, even when the sniper with binoculars didn't wave back at me.

But then I saw what all this money and security was spent protecting. Not the man, but rather his actions. Because apparently he has now reconciled himself with the fact that he has no fucking idea what he is doing.




I am seriously considering reporting the president for waste, fraud, and abuse. I mean, is he kidding here? Thousands of dollars went into securing an event where the President of the United States spent a solid hour filling the minds of our best and brightest with a whole lot of "I don't know" and "I'll get back to you." This money is officially and completely wasted, he is a clearly fraud, and I feel a little abused.

Now, I'm not suggesting we, er, reallocate the president's security detail. I'm just sayin', keep the guy home more often and save us all a dime... He likes it there better anyway.

UPDATE: 4/11/06 - Sully agrees.
UPDATE2: 4/12/06 - Video. Sweet.

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Monday, April 10, 2006

Trifecta


So, I met with DCist editor Martin Austermuhle last week, to talk about blogging for them on transit.

They ran my first post today. Not bad, right? Anyway, this completes my triumverate of digital alter-egos...

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Countering the liberal media bias

Poofygoo: the educational materials just came in from the annual meeting
Poofygoo: I’m mailing them out today, if I can successfully navigate customs
Poofygoo: then people in Iraq can learn about noninvasive biopsy to diagnose amyloidosis
Scourge: who says there is no good news coming out of Iraq?
Scourge: Whaddya bet the damn NYT won't even report this?
Poofygoo: I know! And this shit is important!
Scourge: Whatever, send a press release to Hitch or Sully or, OOOHHH, Kaloogian! They'll make sure the world hears about it...

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Sunday, April 09, 2006

If only for lack of a window...

What is it about really creative types that they always have to do something exasperatingly absurd before being brilliant. Are they just purging the bad creativity before getting to the good creativity? What I am talking about in this case Brooklyn's current art-freak-rock-folk flava boyz, the Animal Collective. Now really, standing ovation to you all, coz you make some tres killa tunes.

But what is with the names, guys? You know what I am talking about. Panda Bear? Avey Tare? Deakin? And (ominously, I presume) the Geologist? Is this really necessary? It makes it extremely difficult to talk about your music. I mean, who feels comfortable talking about "the frenetic precision of Panda Bear's percussion?" Or worse, "the rhythmic bobbing of the Geologist's head, as if he were after some apple of musical wisdom that would put the oh-so-finest point on Avey Tare's childlike yelps." You just can't write that shit and expect to have your audience finish the damn sentence.

Honestly, I really have nothing against nicknames or diminutives, pseudonyms, aliases, noms de plume, or even alter egos. I've had quite a few good ones myself. But c'mon. Panda Bear? No one is going to call you that on the street or at a party, y'know? Honestly, it just makes me want to defenestrate you 1.

1. That's right! Word of the Day. April 2. Dictionary.com, bitch!

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Thursday, April 06, 2006

Sweet, Sweet Schadenfreude

What happens when people who categorically deny the existence of significant global events begin to invest in the stock market?

a. They make a shit ton of money. The wingnuts, they got each other's back!
b. They are awarded an honorary seat in the US House of Representatives.
c. Austria puts them in jail and tosses the key.
d. People ignore them because of the sheer insignificance of their ideas.

While (c) is technically correct, the answer that is most correct (yeah, like the SATs) here is (d). As much as I would love to eloquently describe the current project of that masterpiece of human existence Steven Milloy, he does a far better job himself (emphasis mine, obvs):
I helped launch the Free Enterprise Action Fund (www.FreeEnterpriseActionFund.com), a pioneering mutual fund designed to accomplish two goals for investors:
  1. Earn a market-based financial return from investing in the common stocks of Fortune 500 companies; and
  2. Provide a pro-free enterprise, anti-junk science ideological benefit through advocacy that promotes shareholder value and defends the American system of free enterprise from the onslaught of activist-sponsored attacks.
Counter-pressuring corporate managements on global warming/energy availability is a key effort of the Free Enterprise Action Fund. We are sponsoring, for example, global warming-related shareholder resolutions at General Electric, Goldman Sachs and JP Morgan Chase.

I am asking you to consider investing in the Free Enterprise Action Fund and to join our effort to counter corporate managements that are siding with global warming and other social activists.
That's right. This guy is out there working to put and end to commie lovin', gay marryin' policies like <gasp> energy efficiency. Really, nothing says capitalism like wastin' stuff.

So this message was sent around by Steven in an effort to generate more interest in his little project. Why? Turns out investment has been, shall we say, less than stellar. How exactly has he been faring on his two lofty goals?

Notorious pinko rag The Chicago Tribune filed it under 'Stupid Investment of the Week.'
... Strip away the rhetoric, and you're getting a very expensive, underperforming index fund..." that "...makes stock market returns unrealistic."
And the Financial Times, which I heard Reagan wouldn't even wrap his fish with, said:
Goldman Sachs investors yesterday overwhelmingly voted down a unique shareholder proposal that claimed the Wall Street bank was misusing shareholder resources by pursuing an potentially expensive pro-environmental agenda.
Don't you just love when the free-market works?

Hat tip: Deltoid at Scienceblogs.com

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It answers me before I even ask

The other day, I was dicussing the finer points of selling out. Someone, hereafter known as Hirsch, quickly pointed out that there is no selling out any more. Everything is sold before is even comes out. Like The Concretes, who he first heard on that sweet Target commercial (you know the one...). He liked their sound, and wanted to find out who the band was. He Googled a line from the song, expecting links to one of those sing365 lyric sites or something like that, which would lead him to the name of the band.

Instead, the interweb actually addressed his question directly. In its current live/2.0/user-driven version, it apparently anticipates our questions and answers them before we even ask.

And this is not just some fluke. Last night at Ike's, a group of at least 8 people were tearing their hair trying to remember the name of that white horse in The Neverending Story. You had Atreu (who clearly grew up to be in a hair metal cover band), Falcor the Luck Dragon (who looked like some kind of dog-fish mutant hybrid), and then the white horse that sank in the swamp becasue he wasn't happy enough or something). But what was his name? I mean, the kid called it out like three dozen times as he was sinking. Powerful....

Anyway, I dutifully went home and Googled it up, expecting to find the answer on IMDB or some crazy NES fansite. But the first search result was actually a direct response to our exact question. So there was a whole website devoted specifically to answering this one question. Just for us.

Oh Google, how you walk that fine line between trusted friend and big brother.

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Innaugural

Well my friends, here we are... It's taken quite a while for us to get to this point. But we have made ourselves our own little cozy corner of Bloggyland. We've also learned a few valuable lessons over the past few weeks:
  1. The kids that design all the junk on the interweb got some gumption.
  2. They also have a lot of time.
  3. Bill Gates can suck it.
Now let’s get down to what blogging is really all about: acting pretentious about music and then talking about politics to justify yourself as intellectually relevant. Verdad? Good!

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