Data Mining ("And, While You're At It...")

About my first foray into politics occurred just after I left the Navy and started college in my home town. It was scut work for Sonja Egnes, a female Republican trying for a congressional seat held by a semi-felonious lefty preacher named Myrwin.

The local GOP organization was manned by lame and lazy socialites to whom it had never occurred that a list of eligible voters was a right handy thing to have. The most convenient way to get a partial one was from the local police file of driver licenses, actual carbon copies in file drawers.

I had a decent relationship with the cops. Being a veteran helped. (Sure, a couple of them hated me for being a f------g college puke, but they didn't have the horses to do anything about it.) I asked the chief and he said, "Sure."   So I assembled a team of coeds and we went to work on a file of about 15,000 paper licenses, copying by hand names and address of people 21 and up.

(That was the voting age in those days. It was later we decided that barely post-pubes were qualified to act officially on their  well-considered opinions about recognizing Red China, containing Communism, supporting farm prices at 90 per cent of parity,  and the need for  a true two-ocean Navy. But I digress.)

A couple of days into the project,  a senior cop got to thinking "my statistics...". Dangerous then, dangerous now. He asked me into his office, poured coffee and, in effect, said" "Y'know, we never go through those things, so there are probably a lot of guys out there driving around on expired licenses.  How 'bout you and the girls make a note of them...".

That was cop-think then and it is cop-think now, which we might want to keep in mind as His Ineptness and the Royal Chorus chant the old songs about universal spying for anti-terrorism only! 

It's an especially realistic frame of mind when you and the family are at O'Hare, getting ready to fly off to Grandma's for Christmas, and you think you notice the guy in a white shirt and badge let his hand linger an instant too long on your little boy's weenie. He's pretty sure the tyke himself is innocent, but he has to make sure you didn't pack a half-pound of C4 around it.

Of course the perv and his supervisors trot out the  security talking point. Purely professional.  And only to nab Abdul of Al Queda.

Right. So why do we remember one of the official responses to criticisms of Great Airport Grope? Why, besides foiling (N) airplane explosions,  we found (N) marijuana mules/possessors/users and (N) people with warrants out and even one guy with a half-pint of Jim Beam!

Mr. President, do you actually expect us to believe that your 100 per cent lock on citizen's' most private communications can not be re-purposed in less time than it takes for Weiner to unzip? Or will not  because of the high honor and respect all federal employees pay to the Fourth Amendment? That you and yours would never, ever, even think of eavesdropping on our phone and email content?

Errr. I know it is ancient history to a politician's attention span, having happened almost two months ago, but what's this about the IRS reading our email, just for shits and grins and to avoid the inconvenience of asking a judge for permission?

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Oh, the license check requests?

I didn't do it, but I was not heroic, not even noble. I waffled and made excuses, counting on sheer bureaucratic sloth to make the request go away in time, which it did.

Sonja lost.

Overlord

June 6, 1944, on the shingle beaches of Normandy. Not much new can be said after 69 years, but it is meet to remind one another, "Please remember."

Culture in America

--Sports: Your pharmacist sucks. Mine kicks butt.

-- University  of Ohio president fired after media storm for joshing Notre Dame, those damn Catholics. Most damn Catholics I know are blessed with a sense of humor, and many possess the wit to fire back, Thank you Urim Thummin. Now let's go have coffee.

Climate change and penology:  ... and I ain't seen the sun shine since I don't know when.

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Frank Lautenberg of New Jersey

He wasn't one of us. Srictly as a matter of policy, his tilt  toward wealth redstribution and coercive government will not be missed.

But when the lad Lautenberg was 18 he enlisted in the United States Army and served in Europe when Europe was a dangerous place to be. He died as the last serving U.S. senator who fought in that war. Therefore, as a man, Senator Lautenberg rates a salute from me. RIP, Sir.