Jan 18, 2009

Damn the torpedos

Sixty years ago this month a crotchety misantrope name Ernest J. King had his career resurrected.  Eyeing war clouds, the Navy plucked him from a dead-end job, made him a three-star admiral and told him on the QT  to get ready to run the whole show.

About that time he remarked in public: "When the shooting starts, they call for the sons of bitches."  His daughter called him "the most even-tempered man in the Navy, always in a rage." Roosevelt declared he "shaved with a blow torch" then asked him nicely to go forth and win World War Two asea.

Admiral King's unpopularity  may have stemmed  from a tendency to candor.  In 1932, at the Naval War college, he wrote a paper: 

"...it is traditional and habitual for us to be inadequately prepared. Thus is the combined result of a number factors, the character of which is only indicated: democracy, which tends to make everyone believe that he knows it all; the preponderance ...  of people whose real interest is in their own welfare as individuals; the glorification of our own victories in war and the corresponding ignorance of our defeats ... and of their basic causes; the inability of the average individual (the man in the street) to understand the cause and effect not only in foreign but domestic affairs, as well as his lack of interest in such matters. Added to these elements is the manner in which our representative (republican) form of government has developed as to put a premium on mediocrity and to emphasise the defects of the electorate already mentioned."

It's easy to condemn the implied statism, but the good admiral nailed salient points -- the short-sighted selfishness of Mr. and Mrs. Voter, general ignorance, and the power-lust of demagogues.

Too bad he's not still around. He'd be a useful counterweight to Touchy-Feely Washington in the  super-spun Age of Obama. 


Huh?

Did Norman Lear on the electric teevee this morning really say Barack Obama "had a mark on this forehead" and so was "destined for great things?"

If so,  maybe calling the Jan. 20 excess "The Ascension" is not a little exercise in mockery.


Jan 17, 2009

Luddite's Demise (A Fair Warning)


Public Notice: As of today, the McGee Reader becomes pornographic.  It will sometimes sink into the depths of human depravity and explore perversions undreamed of by de Sade and Lewinksy. That is, the T-word and its forktail spawn are longer taboo.

Television.  I will sometimes mention television.  A decent respect for the opinions of mankind requires the reason be stated.

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The dialup became untenable. Broadband was sought.  Local cable offered the most economical solution, a 24-month price guarantee of $72.50, including the ruinous local tax. And also including more than 100 channels for my electric teevee. Weak of character,  I'll probably watch it sometimes. Even the included Starz.

As a matter of confessional fact, I already have, CNN for a few moments this morning. The gorgeous anchorthing was interviewing the attractive fieldthing assigned cover the domestic aspects of the Ascension. Fieldthing reported that she had "peeked into" Dana Perino's  press office and noticed "bare shelves."  Pregnant pause, lean slightly toward the camera, eyes unblinking, and slowly the profound, "Clearly, this is a White House in transition."

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I'll try to hold it down, venting here only when yelling back at the tube fails to satisfy. But it is still an ugly thing.

Jan 15, 2009

Solar system news

Mars farted

And to save their souls,  the Goreberries can't find a little green cow to tax.