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Not to condone profiling or anything, but …

New Jersey Highway Patrol officers have been frequently accused of racial profiling, pulling over black and hispanic drivers more frequently than whites. As part of a review of the allegation,…

New Jersey Highway Patrol officers have been frequently accused of racial profiling, pulling over black and hispanic drivers more frequently than whites.

As part of a review of the allegation, the New Jersey Attorney General commissioned a study by the Pacific Institute for Research and Evaluation. They used a radar camera to take the photos of over 38,000 drivers exceeding the speed limit by 15 mph or more.

The results, once the photos were evaluated?

The study, first reported by the New York Times, said black motorists were nearly twice as likely to speed as whites or Hispanics when the speed limit was posted at 65 miles per hour.
It said that when the speed of the drivers was recorded at more than 90 miles per hour, the occurrence of black drivers versus others was even higher.
According to the study, blacks made up 16 percent of the drivers on the turnpike and 25 percent of the speeders in the 65-mph zones, where complaints of racial profiling have been most common.

What makes this story interesting is that the study has been blocked from release by the US Justice Dept., while it’s studied for methodological flaws.

The highest level of security

The inspector general of the Dept. of Transportation has been running tests of airport security since 9/11. What’s been found — during a period when the highest level of security…

The inspector general of the Dept. of Transportation has been running tests of airport security since 9/11. What’s been found — during a period when the highest level of security was being claimed, and supposedly pursued, is more than a bit dismaying.

– Investigators carried knives past screeners in more than 70% of tests.
– Screeners failed to spot guns in 30% of tests.
– Screeners failed to detect simulated explosive devices in 60% of tests.
– Overall, screeners failed to stop prohibited items in 48% of tests.
– Investigators either secretly boarded an aircraft or gained access to the airport tarmac in 48% of tests.

Now, we could look at this as a cup-half-full, and note that guns were spotted 70% of the time, etc. And if I were organizing some sort of large conspiracy to hi-jack several planes at the same time, I’d still be worried, since all it would take would be one or two of my guys getting caught to cause a massive shutdown of the air travel system.

But, still … this seems remarkably poor. What are all those X-rays, magnetometers, and other high tech thangs being used for, if the results are this bad? Especially since the results are worse than in similar tests run in the 70s and 80s.

I guess I was just unlucky that they spotted my corkscrew that time. Hopefully others with more sanguinary intent will be similarly unlucky, since it appears luck is our greatest protector right now.

Posterity

I hope that when I’m the most powerful person on the planet someone reminds me, “Hey, before you start ranting and raving about how the Jews are all muddle-heads out…

I hope that when I’m the most powerful person on the planet someone reminds me, “Hey, before you start ranting and raving about how the Jews are all muddle-heads out to legalize pot, or that ‘Meathead’ on All in the Family is obviously bisexual because he wears an ascot, you might want to turn off that tape recorder you had installed in here.”

(Via Boing Boing)

Screed

I don’t know what it is about Michael Moore that gets folks’ dander up. Actually, I do know, but regardless, I’m glad James Lileks is one of the bedandered….

I don’t know what it is about Michael Moore that gets folks’ dander up. Actually, I do know, but regardless, I’m glad James Lileks is one of the bedandered.

Hopefully the last word

The final report (if there is a God) was issued on the Whitewater investigation of the Clintons. The result? We think they’re guilty as sin, but we really can’t prove…

The final report (if there is a God) was issued on the Whitewater investigation of the Clintons. The result?

We think they’re guilty as sin, but we really can’t prove it, so we can’t put them on trial, but, damn, they’re probably guilty of something, otherwise we wouldn’t have spent $70 million, right?

Oh, and we wish Bill would stop laughing and pointing at us. It’s really irritating.

‘Nuff said.

Scameras?

Traffic intersection cameras: freeing up police for more useful tasks, or Big Brother earning revenue for the city? This article in the Monitor describes some of the debate. What I…

Traffic intersection cameras: freeing up police for more useful tasks, or Big Brother earning revenue for the city?

This article in the Monitor describes some of the debate. What I find annoying are some of the arguments against such cameras. For example, “critics say too many violations involve drivers who enter an intersection just tenths-of-a-second after the light has changed to red.” Well, duh. That’s what the yellow light is for. If you try to run the signal, then, yes, you’ve had your warning, and you deserve a ticket.

(And for “you” I also include “me.”)

“Opponents, such as the ACLU, also complain the cameras are one more step down the path to a ‘surveillance society.'” That’s irrelevant. We’ve already decided that entering intersections when the light is red is illegal. Is there a problem with enforcing that law? If we had a cop on every corner, issuing tickets for such violations, wouldn’t that be a “surveillance society,” too?

“Others worry that cities will become dependent on ticket revenue from the devices.” Ah. The Law of Unintended Consequences. Now there’s a worry. Maybe. Certainly there are worries when there are quotas issued to traffic cops, that they will bend the rules a bit in order to meet the quota. But can intersection cameras be tweaked for this? If they are producing photos as proof of the violation, that should be that, right? Can these photos be actually manipulated?

The argument is made that the yellow light period is manipulated.
traffic engineers laugh when they hear accusations of shorter yellow-light times. “They’re the only people who are allowed to set the yellow-light time in most places, not the police or the vendor running the camera program, and they traditionally follow national engineering standards. Their concern is safety,” says Leslie Blakey, coordinator of the National Campaign to Stop Red Light Running.

Fact is, there is recourse at present to inappropriate signal timing, just as there is recourse to inappropriately low posted speed limits. These have been successfully challenged in court, because there are objective standards and reasonability tests that can be applied to such things. This works with “live cop” standards — it’s not clear why it would not work with cameras.

Going back to the cult of victimhood (ironic, given the speaker), “House majority leader Dick Armey has also called the cameras a hidden tax. Also of concern to Mr. Armey: The presumption of innocence is lost even if a driver ran a red-light unintentionally by misjudging a yellow light.” Um, a cop would still ticket such a “misjudgment.” And rightfully so — the point is that the person entered an intersection on red … which means that they could well have caused an accident, resulting in injury, crippling, and death. Yeah, maybe that misjudgment should have some consequences, even if the driver dodged the bullet (or, in this case, another car).

“‘”The way to correct red-light running is to go back and look at timing, maintenance, and other intersection design issues and correct those problems rather than just spending $50,000 a pop to put up cameras and issue citations to people,” says Mr. Baxter.'” Yeah, maybe. And maybe “the way” to correct bank robbery is to go back and look at child rearing and poverty and stress management and a whole raft of social ills and issues.

But that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t arrest and convict robbers. And it doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t do what we can to keep folks from entering intersections after the light has turned red. And if that means folks start slowing down earlier, or actually pay attention to the yellow … well, damn, I can’t think of any reason why we wouldn’t do that.

The Monitor has a link to the National Motorists Association page on red-light cameras, which they oppose. Again, looking at their opposition fails to move me.

The NMA states, “With properly posted speed limits and properly installed traffic-control devices, there is no need for camera-based traffic law enforcement devices.” Excuse me? The cameras seem to indicate otherwise. Unless the NMA is claiming that all traffic signals are too inconveniently timed for people to possibly obey them, this just makes no sense.

“Taking a reckless driver’s picture does not stop that incident of reckless driving,” they continue. True. But it’s not clear that cameras are being purchased at the expense of additional traffic police, so there seems to be little way to stop a given incident. And at least it provides some measure of accountability that may dissuade someone from a further incident — especially where points are levied against their license.

Only two arguments are made which seem to hold much water, and I’ll offer them up here for the sake of fairness.

First these camera systems do not always provide proof positive that the owner of the car (who gets a ticket from the system) is the actual driver. In such cases, as long as the law is as written, the ticket should not be issued, and if it is, it can be (and has been) challenged in court. Note, though, that this does not indict the use of red light cameras per se, but only how they are used. The same counter-argument can be made about (legitimate) concerns on how the tickets are issued — cases, for example, where the picture is not sent, but the accused has to go to a courthouse to view it, or where the citation is not sent through registered mail. These are “implementation issues,” and can and should be dealt with as such.

The second argument goes back to the money incentive. If a city has a poorly designed intersection, one that might cause accidents or have other problems, then the city, once it’s getting ticket revenue for the intersection, is disincented to actually fix the problem. The same is true today, of course, if an intersection is merely used as a “speed trap” or the like. But just because an intersection is poorly designed cannot be considered a justification for running it. Pushing for better, more efficient and effective traffic controls is a matter of democratic reform, of electing folks who will take action, of speaking up at public meetings.

But places where such public policy is not met should not prevent the use of such a tool, any more than the existence of speed traps in some communities should prevent the use of speed limits there.

That having been said, the NMA’s own “model law” guidelines on red-light cameras seem like a good set of guidelines on use of such devices.

Travelogue

Off to beautiful (warm, muggy) Orlando, Florida, for a big departmental all-hands. I flew Frontier, rather than United, and it was a refreshing experience. Since Frontier flies from Concourse A…

Off to beautiful (warm, muggy) Orlando, Florida, for a big departmental all-hands. I flew Frontier, rather than United, and it was a refreshing experience.

Since Frontier flies from Concourse A at DIA, I took the bridge from the main terminal. Therefore I missed (according to another person flying from my office) the latest musical chairs in the main security line, i.e., if you have just your briefcase and notebook computer (no added carry-on), you can go through the Express Lane now at security. Huh.

My flight was on an Airbus (I believe ) A319. Sort of the Airbus equivalent to the 737, but a bit wider (which was nice). Frontier does not have a 1st Class cabin, which was also nice.

A new experiment this trip was my Palm Keyboard. With it I was able to do some worthwhile work both at the gate and on the plane. Cool. Worked on my quotations, mostly, but it could have been for something work-related. Indeed, the experiment was successful enough that it may be actually worthwhile for me to get (next FY) a wireless Palm. Assuming our new internal standards review of PDAs still okays the Palm.

One thing I liked about how Frontier worked (vs. the Bigger Corporation Which Is United) was demonstrated when a mother and two kids came on close to the end of the boarding period. It was a pretty full flight. The woman’s father was already on, but in 1B, with no vacant seats. And the tickets she had were scattered all over, and there were no places with two seats together, let alone three.

The flight attendants quickly mobilized and got folks to vounteer to shuffle around, so that one kid could sit next to Gramps, the other with Mom. That meant the folks shuffling generally had to move to “B” seats, i.e., center seats, flanked on either side by people. Definitely less desireable.

Here’s the cool part. (1) Folks were willing to do this. (2) The flight attendants rewarded them with unlimited free drinks.

Now, I don’t know about (1), but I know that on United, the most those folks would have gotten as a reward was a single free drink … and most likely they would have simply gotten the thanks of the flight attendants. Not that that’s wrong, but it’s a sign that Frontier is definitely interested in making their customers happy that they empower their flight crew to do these sorts of things.

Finished off an entire book on the trip. That it was a Robert Parker book makes that somewhat less surprising.

New security rule: only one person can be standing up by the front lav (the one by the cockpit door) at a time. Makes sense, but haven’t run across that one lately. Of course, most of the carriers I’ve flown on have an 1st Class cabin that would apply there, which I don’t fly.

Sometime over the last decade or so, luggage has changed. I remember how suitcases were suitcases, dagnabbit, hardsided and beautiful. Now everyone (okay, 80% of everyone) uses some sort of black, wheeled pullman bag. It makes spotting my own black, wheeled pullman at the baggage claim to be that more difficult.

We ate, this evening, at the 4th ranked Best Steakhouse in the US for four or five years running, Charley’s. And I can believe it. Fabulous, flavorful steak. I would have eaten more, but it was 11 p.m. at night. Great stuff, though, and I speak as someone who likes his steak.

The place is also given excellent marks by the Wine Spectator, which I can also believe. A marvelous wine selection. I’ve never seen Silver Oak sold by the glass ($20). Plus, they carry a number of magnum wine bottles of varying prices — but all of which are a better deal than normal 750ml bottles.

For the twelve of us, it came to $1100, minus tip. Whoo! Great meal, though. I fear things can only go downhill from here.

Downhill defined as, “It’s Midnight, and we have a 7 a.m. phonecon we have to be at.”

I’m a travellin’ man …

My trip home was relatively uneventful. Knoxville Airport (it has a fancy name for some local Influential Fellow, but I don’t recall what it is) is nice, if not particularly…

My trip home was relatively uneventful. Knoxville Airport (it has a fancy name for some local Influential Fellow, but I don’t recall what it is) is nice, if not particularly well-appointed with stores and eateries. It does, though, have rocking chairs at the picture windows, which is nice (even though they are a bit uncomfortable.

Little commuter plane back up to O’Hare … but air traffic delays got us in a little late. And then we discovered that we couldn’t just go straight from the United Express concourse (F-gates) over to the United Sluggardly concourse (B-gates), but had to exit out to the sidewalk and be readmitted through security. Hilarity ensued, especially for folks with tight connections.

After a while, they started mentioning this problem on the loudspeaker, and offering the explanation of a “security breach” at yet another terminal.

Then I read this and realized that it was all because some metal detector had been unplugged for four minutes. Great.

Anyway, trundled off down the concourse, thinking I’d need to grab something to eat for dinner. I was also glad, given the security snafu, that I hadn’t stopped by the F-gates to eat.

Huge, huge, throng at the gate for my Denver flight. The tres cool displays over the gate indicated boarding was beginning in 1 minute.

A minute comes a minute goes, along with a dozen or so of its brethren, and I went and grabbed a sandwich at a nearby booth. Eventually we were all loaded on to the 747 (and with some comfort, as the reverse of my original travel problem occured — rather than the normal 777, which had mechanical difficulty, we ended up with a 747, which carries more passengers, not less. Imagine that.

Uneventful flight, reading reading reading, until we arrived in Denver. At which point, two observations.

First: 747s are big Seeing the wings, with the flaps down, drove home how really frickin’ big those birds are.

Second: Oh, look. It’s snowing.

The latter led to an entertaining (not!) and relaxing (yeesh!) drive back home, with the aggravations of spinning out of control mostly avoided by taking on instead the aggravations of driving behind snowplows with speeds of 25-35mph.

But … I’m home! Exhausted, but home.

Travelogue

So. Rush-rush-rush on Sunday to get everything packed up and ready to go between the time we returned from Bear Trap Ranch and the time I had to leave for…

So. Rush-rush-rush on Sunday to get everything packed up and ready to go between the time we returned from Bear Trap Ranch and the time I had to leave for the airport.

Bid Margie a fond au revoir and a big smooch, then drive off.

Car inspections at DIA are much the same. Park over on the east side lot, toward the south end — my usual locale.

Up to the United ticket lines, since I’m checking a bag. (It’s a longer-than-usual trip, and using my bag that I can actually take with me on the plane is likely to be insufficient, with all the extra crap I’m taking. Plus, I’m still not sure it’s allowed under the new regs. Datum: it is, since my briefcase/notebook case doesn’t count as carry-on, at least in the numeric limit.)

(Additional datum: According to various signs, tweezers and nail clippers and safety razors are now allowed on board planes, so long as you announce their presence. Or something like that. Walking sticks and umbrellas are also allowed, though pool cues are not, nor are corkscrews. Stay tuned for next week’s change.)

United ticket lines are long and messy. They are urgently trying to get people to check in via the skycaps out at the curb. I give in to the suggestion, and am overjoyed to find a line of two people. I check my bag — though I’ll still have to get a boarding pass at the gate. All there goes well, even though the skycap/screener wears an Argenbright patch.

Zip-zoop down to the security lines. That goes pretty quickly. They have separate lines, now, for folks carrying laptops. Oddly enough, all the other electronic stuff (PDAs, cell phones) they encourage folks to toss in the laptop case. Weird. I get through with no problem.

Take the train off to Concourse B. I’ve got an hour and a half to departure. Grab a bite at the Cantina upstairs. Notice that the Qwest business farm seems to offer free broadband access. Too bad, after dinner, I have no time …

… really, truly, since, as I get down to my gate, there’s a line of about seventy people in front of me. It’s an hour to our 5:00p take-off time, but, eep. Everyone must have checked in with the skycaps.

Well, no. Turns out (based on later info gathered), the flight originally was on a widebody plane. Delay in arrival or mechanical difficulty forced them to put a 757 into service — which means everyone has to check back in for a new seat assignment. Plus it means that the already-crowded flight is now overbooked. Joy.

Offers are broadcast for folks to voluntarily wait until Monday at 6 a.m. for a guaranteed seat — plus hotel accomodations, plus a free transferrable travel voucher to anywhere in the US. I consider it, but since I’m on my way to a Valuable Meeting, I don’t want to delay my arrival (plus my boss is planning on picking me up).

I eventually get to the front of the line, get a little card that says I have a seat, but not which one in particular. More solicitation of volunteers. Tick-tick-tick.

(Across the concourse, I can see another United flight to O’Hare, originally scheduled to go off at 4:50, then, I notice later, at 5:10. What I don’t know is that flight was originally scheduled for 1:30, and a comedy of mechanical errors has, so far, delayed it. Yeesh.)

About 5:10 I get a seat assignment. I rush to the gate — and get pulled over for a personal inspection. Nice lady. She wands me, goes through my brief case, my wallet, etc. She slows down toward the end, because otherwise she’ll have to inspect the next few folks coming over — I get the distinct impression that her instructions are to inspect people continuously as they are in line. The faster she goes, the more she has to inspect. That’s a change in policy from before, where it seemed that they culled a certain number of folks out at random.

I get seated, at last, in the plane. Tick-tick-tick. About 5:20p, the co-pilot comes on, announces that, because of positive matching security policies, they have to pull off the luggage of folks not on the flight, i.e., the people who have chosen to delay until 6:00a tomorrow. This takes them until after 6:00. According to a lady I spoke to later, whose window was over the cargo bay, they basically took out every cargo pod, emptied it, and scanned each piece of luggage to find the ones they needed to pull.

Around 6:15p, we take off. The pilot tries to make up time. He’s aware that on a flight going into O’Hare at this time of evening, a good proportion of the passengers are connecting to other flights. He also, in fact, has a connection to make.

I reflect, during the entire flight, on how, invariably, it’s just the person in front of me in any given row who decides to lean their seat all the way back, rending it nearly impossible to eat, drink, or read a book, let alone use a laptop computer.

We touch ground at 8:55p, CST. Nice passengers whose journey ends in Chicago stay seated, while the other half of us race out of the plane as fast as we can.

No joy, as I reach the Departure screens at 9:05p. Flight to Knoxville took off, on time, at 9:00.

I trot over to Customer Service. Businesslike lady books me into flight Monday morning at 8:49a. She also books me into the local Sofitel, a posh European-style hotel. I get meal chits, dinner for $5, breakfast for $4. Yippee.

In retrospect, I wish I’d taken the 6:00a flight option from Denver. I’d have gotten a free pass for it.

I am informed that my bag will be held and loaded on the flight to Knoxville in the morning. Meantime, of course, I can’t get it. Probably just as well, but it means no kit, and no change of clothes. Mercifully, it’s Chicago in February, not Chicago in August.

I follow the mangled instructions over to the hotel bus pickup area. I wait there for about twenty minutes, in the meantime leaving a message for my boss to pick me up in the morning, and calling Margie. She informs me that I’ve actually not packed my kit, so even if I had my suitcase, I still wouldn’t have a toothbrush.

Eventually the shuttle to the Sofitel arrives. Wow. Two guys in livery. Must be posh.

Another gent gets on, then a family of three, then another family of three. All have been forwarded to the Sofitel by United. One of the families was on the other Denver flight, the one that was supposed to leave at 1:30. It sounds like they ended up taking some of the overflow from our plane. They are a bit put out by the whole affair.

We drive around the airport for a while, to different terminal areas, before scooting off to the hotel, which exists in solitary splendour amidst several other hotels and a convention center on the outskirts of the airport.

Lovely lobby.

I get checked in. The woman checking me in doesn’t understand how to handle the meal chits, and takes them from me, erroneously.

I get up to the room. There’s a robe on the floor. Is the room occupied? No. Must have been a housekeeping error.

Wow. A hotel room. How charming.

Mediocre “On-Command” TV selection. No movies I want to watch. “TV Internet,” but I don’t feel like spending $10 on it, and I don’t feel like screwing around for fifteen minutes breaking out my notebook. Nothing of excitement or particular elegance about the place, except that there’s a TV volume control in the bathroom. Wow.

I realize I’ve not brought my Blackberry e-mail pager with me. Might have offered some amusement or usefulness. I’m out of the business travel habit.

I check out room service, thinking of my $5 chit. Well, as it’s after hours, I can have them send up a lovely artichoke-romain-mandarin pomade al fresco with a love cranberry vinegrette. Or perhaps a cheese platter would do, or a pear with candied walnuts and fromage filling. Many lovely things, none of which sends me, and none of which is cheaper than $15.

I do call the concierge, though. I have no kit, and I must shaving cream. I expect a nifty little packaged mini-kit with the essentials within. Instead, the concierge appears, bearing in his cupped hands a Bic disposable razor, two packets of shaving cream, a toothbrush, two packets of toothpaste, and, since they had no antiperspirant, a comb.

I am underwhelmed by the Sofitel. I do not want to know how much this is costing United (though it is not enough).

I stay up late reading my comic books.

Early in the morning. I shower, steal the shampoo, and pack up, arriving down in the lobby at 5:45.

I’d gotten a mysterious message the night before that my meal chits were with at the concierge desk. Not mysterious in that I didn’t understand the message. Mysterious in that it was a voice mail, but I couldn’t access it, and had to call the front desk. Sheesh.

So I go to the concierge desk. Vacant. I rustle my belongings, using my mental powers to summon said concierge. A gent comes out in livery, mutters something surly about the concierge desk being closed until 7, then goes back into the back.

Well.

The gent returns with a helpful functionary, who retrieves my chits.

Hmmm. What now? Wait until 6 and eat at one of the many elegant Frenchish restaurants (spending my entire $4 chit on, no doubt, a single lovely glass of Mandarin Orange Juice)? Or hop in the shuttle and get to the airport early.

I pour myself a complimentary cup of coffee (decently good) and hop in the shuttle. Turns out the surly gent was the shuttle driver. He drives poorly.

No lines at the ticket counters (I have to check in as I only have a ticket receipt from the night before, not a boarding pass. I should have asked for one). But huge, massive lines at the security checkpoints. By going a long route to the F-gates (where United Express takes off from), I manage to get into a shorter line.

As I stand there, I once again marvel at the ability of the Mayor of Chicago to get his name plastered everywhere. Every banner. Every trash can. Every welcoming message. Everywhere. Amazing.

(Parenthetically, the relationship between United and the various regional airlines that franchise the name United Express is an odd one. United provides them with colors, magazines, name recognition, and is tied to them for reservation purposes. On the other hand, Sunday night they could not tell us about the status of the UE connections, since they’re “a different company.” Weird. They can share reservations, but not flight info.)

The helpful video monitor above the security gate, exhorting me not to carry explosives on board, demonstrates what it means by showing a bundle of dynamite with a timer counting down. Yeah, I’m sure everyone foolishly thought that would be a fine thing to bring on-board.

Long lines make for tension. I am confirmed in my belief that folks will endure anything but perceived unfairness. There’s one screening line that’s empty — it’s reserved, per the sign, for Northwest 1st Class passengers only. People mutter and grumble as their flight times approach. A few folks complain. So the security folks argue with the airline folks, and finally they agree to let the people with 7:00a flights (in fifteen minutes or so) use that line. But not the 7:15a fliers. Riots don’t quite ensue.

Through the gate. Ah. Cinnabon. Take that, Sofitel. I enjoy cinnamonny goodness for breakfast, and it’s under $4, though I can’t use the chit. (Actually, in retrospect, I wonder if I could have.)

I head off to Gate F5. I’ve finished Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning, and, after a few minutes of reading, finish off Goldman’s Which Lie Did I Tell? That leaves only comic book TPBs to read, which I do, polishing off the Kevin Smith/Quesada/Palmiotti Daredevil Visionaries (ironic title, that) volume.

(I recommend any of the above three works, btw, though for different reasons.)

This particular UE gate cluster is home to all the little regional jets. I hear flights leaving for Green Bay, Madison, Columbus, and, of course, Margie’s old commuting ground, Fort Wayne. I think of her.

A few minutes later, just as we’re getting ready to board, she calls with Katherine on the line. I make little baby noises. Then I talk to Katherine.

The flight, btw, is over an hour late in taking off. Mechanical difficulties. This plethora of mechanical difficulties makes me think that the Mechanics Union might be playing games with United management.

The plane is just barely large enough to warrent a jetway, at least on this end. Two-and-two seating, and that’s being generous. Maneuvering books in and out of my briefcase on the floor is real challenge.

An hour and a half of air time, and we arrive in Knoxville, land of no fences. And, miracle of miracles, my suitcase has appeared here as well.

As Travel Tales of Horror go, it’s pretty mild. But it’s been interesting, when it hasn’t been annoying.

Rage Rage

Do I qualify for at least Third Class Curmudgeon status if I opine that I’m getting really tired of “[Fill in the Blank] Rage” being used as a label for…

Do I qualify for at least Third Class Curmudgeon status if I opine that I’m getting really tired of “[Fill in the Blank] Rage” being used as a label for everything?
Road Rage. Air Rage. Now Snow Rage.
First of all, the Snow Rage story doesn’t even sound like a classic Rage tale. There’s no sign that the attackers (rarely to Rage tales involve multiple Ragers anyway) were tired, cranky and frustrated. They just beat up a guy who indicated they oughtn’t be doing what they were.
Second, this Rage stuff has always just struck me as yet another way of labeling behavior to get out of being responsible for it. “It wasn’t me, officer. I’m normally a quiet, gentle man. It was circumstances, other rude folks, the rush, the stress, the frenetic pace of modern society. It was the Rage.”
The Devil Made Me Do It.
Feh.
I do not believe that life today is more stressful than twenty, fifty, or a hundred years ago. I think we’re just more creative at coming up with pop psych excuses for folks misbehaving. It couldn’t just be that they have a bad temper, that they lack self-control, that they were just acting-out cranky. It couldn’t be that they thought they could get away with throwing a temper tantrum, or that some people are incredibly self-centered and have no personal sense of restraint or self-control. No, we shake our heads sadly, it must be … the Rage. Blame society. Blame modern life. Blame anyone but the poor, deluded individual.
My mother-in-law almost flunked out of the psych course she took in college because she failed to go along with the then-current party line about child misbehavior all being traceable back to badly timed toilet training. I wonder, though … if we started publicly speculating on the toilet training of Ragers, would that someone remove some of the … well, perhaps not glamor, but certainly Victimization of Modern Society aura that they so proudly bear?
Again, feh.
I’m hoping that the prospect of fellow passengers beating some yahoo senseless with their food trays, just before the pilot stuns said yahoo even senseless with a taser (or a “small axe”), will reduce Air Rage incidents. Too bad Road Rage and (God help us) Snow Rage incidents cannot be so easily dealt with.
I hope they find the snowboarding hooligans (to resurrect another curmudgeonly word) who perpetrated the crime in the article. And I hope, if they actually have the gall to dredge out the term “Snow Rage” in their defense, the judge smiles, says, “Fine. Five-to-ten sitting in the corner, until you can control your tantrums,” and goes on from there.

Well, wasn’t that special?

Well, dang-diggity-dang it. I finally decided to start doing some work on moving my WIST (“Wish I’d Said That!” quotations site) stuff from its old home to the subdomain on…

Well, dang-diggity-dang it.

I finally decided to start doing some work on moving my WIST (“Wish I’d Said That!” quotations site) stuff from its old home to the subdomain on my site (where it will be “www.wist.info”, hoody-hoo). Since I’d originally planned to do this last September, I figured it was About Time.

Start doing some clean-up of the data. Do an initial FrontPage upload to the domain (which is actually a hosted subdomain of hill-kleerup.org, with the domain name pointing to it). Do a bit more clean-up. Post the changes.

Hmmmm. Odd error message. Take a quick look. Odd. There’s a “www” shortcut in www.wist.info, which when I click on it takes me to my main domain content. Odd.

Well, let’s (cringe) let FrontPage get rid of it. I don’t need it, don’t want it, obviously some weird drug interaction here …

Serve up dinner while the upload is taking place. Going on a while. Weird. “Deleting files in www.wist.info.” That’s staying up there an awful long … OHMYGOD …

Yup. FrontPage was blithely deleting all the frickin’ files in my domain.

Now, the Normal Web Pages (stuff I’ve done through FrontPage) is no great problem. A real annoyance, to be sure, but I can just upload the whole thing.

But my blog stuff … my blog stuff … exists noplace else.

My life flashed before my eyes. Literally, spiralling down into a little black drain.

Many, many, many kudos to the helpful folks at Hosting Matters, who responded to my desperate support board plea in mere minutes, clarified what I wanted (“Restore it all, for the love of God!”), and had it done in mere minutes later.

So … no harm, no foul. Except I lost the stuff I blogged today. I have no idea all the things I posted today, but what I do remember is:

  • A really cool post about Bush and the use of evil, and why it makes me uncomfortable, but how a WSJ op-ed piece indicates it’s also not necessarily a bad thing. I really liked what I wrote, and, poof, like a soap bubble, it’s gone.
  • How I went to the doctors (stuffy ear since Christmas) and discovered that, since early January, I’ve gone from 248 lbs. to 231 lbs., and how this is still considered “obese” on the BMI chart, but the chances of my dropping to 177 lbs. or to 5’3″ (either of which would move me into the green=good part of the chart) are both equally slim.

  • A scathing comment about how DIA will be getting new Federal Screeners sooner than many other airports because we were lucky enough to be contracting to Argenbright (“Hiring Ex-Felons and Lying About It Since 1983!”).

I’m sure there were more (I think there were more), but, Ozymandias-like, all that is left of them are these trunkless legs of stone — er, these bullet summaries.

Bleah.

Makes sense to me

The American Academy of Pediatrics has endorsed gay couples being allowed to adopt children. The policy focuses on gay partners where one member is already the legal guardian of children,…

The American Academy of Pediatrics has endorsed gay couples being allowed to adopt children. The policy focuses on gay partners where one member is already the legal guardian of children, but could be extended to gay partners adopting children together.

The AAP cites a large body of research showing no negative outcomes from such families, and notes quite a number of advantages to children in allowing such adoption. These include the ability to get insurance coverage from either partner, the ability of either partner to authorize medical care, and the added family stability that such arrangements would encourage.

“Denying legal parent status through adoption … prevents these children from enjoying the psychologic and legal security that comes from having two willing, capable and loving parents,” the policy says.

Similar positions are held by the American Academy of Child and Adolescent Psychiatry and the American Psychological Association.

Frankly, it’s about time. Only half the states allow such adoptions at present, while other states, such as Florida, ban any adoption by gays.

While, ideally, there might be some sort of undefined benefit from kids (of either gender) having role models of both genders, huge numbers of families are far from ideal in a variety of ways, yet nobody seriously proposes taking kids out of such settings except in the most extreme situations. Single parent families, families with hostile relationships within them, families where the parents are never around — those fall short of the ideal, too. But they’re all perfectly legal.

If a gay or lesbian couple is committed to each other and the non-parental partner wants to be included in guardianship of the kids involved, more power to him or her for wanting to step up to that responsibility.

(Of course, I also think gay marriage should be legal, so you can write me off as a cockeyed liberal commie heathen or something.)

Don’t know much about history

Yet another state bill going through another state legislature to hang the Ten Commandments in every classroom. This one, which has cleared a Senate committee in South Carolina, at least…

Yet another state bill going through another state legislature to hang the Ten Commandments in every classroom.

This one, which has cleared a Senate committee in South Carolina, at least uses the excuse of trying present historical documents of some assumed import in the legal foundation of the US. Thus, it also mandates hanging of the Declaration of Independence, the US Constitution (sans the Bill of Rights, one would assume), and the Magna Carta.

State Rep. Lewis Vaughn, R-Greer, chairman of the Greenville County Legislative Delegation, said he strongly supports the display of the Ten Commandments, the Declaration of Independence and the U. S. Constitution in schools.
“I don’t know about including the Magna Carta because that is English, and I think we should keep it American,” Vaughn said.

Yeeeaaaah … like that All-American document, the Ten Commandments.

“We’ve taken an important first step toward improving character education in South Carolina schools,” said Sen. John Hawkins, R-Spartanburg, the bill’s sponsor. […] Hawkins said his proposal would survive a constitutional challenge by portraying the Ten Commandments in a historical perspective.
“They say you can’t teach religion, but you can teach about religion,” Hawkins said. “It’s impossible to teach about the history of Western law unless you discuss the Ten Commandments.”

Really? Actually, I’d be very interested in seeing something scholarly on the influence of the Ten Commandments on US law.

Doing some quick analysis (these are all from Exodus 20, v2ff, KJV — other translations, and other instances of the Decalogue in the OT, have some differences in phrasing — plus the other instances where the Decalogue is recounted in the OT, and, of course, different groupings in different faiths) …

I am the LORD thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. Thou shalt have no other gods before me.

While there seems to be plenty of debate about the devoutness or theological beliefs of the Founding Fathers, I don’t believe that US law is founded on or has demonstrated (particularly given the First Amendment) this particular commandment.

Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.

I’m unaware of anything in US law that this commandment applies to.

Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain; for the LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.

This has played a role in obscenity laws, I suppose.

Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.

Government offices are usually closed on Sunday. Does that count? I guess so.

Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee.

Is there a particular unique aspect to this commandment that has played a role in US or Western jurisprudence? I’d welcome examples.

Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not commit adultery. Thou shalt not steal. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.

All of these are (or have been) laws in US. Were they derived from the Decalogue? What did Roman Law have to say about murder? Or Sumerian? Or Egyptian? What about theft? These four — particularly the admonitions against theft and murder — are common in societies both within and outside the Christian world. I do not think you can argue that the Decalogue is the reason why we have laws against murder on the books in the US.

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour’s.

I’m not aware of any law on the books now, or in the past (save, perhaps, some fringe communities during the settlement of New England) that tried to enforce this admonition.

So, with what are we left? Not much. The principles and dictates of the Ten Commandments, while strong religious admonitions, do not seem to have made, to my eye, much of an impact on US law.

So why post them up with other documents that have (including that damn furriner document, the Magna Whatsis)? Surely not as an end run around the prohibition of establishment of religion, right?

When is an ID not an ID?

The state of Florida is being sued by a Muslim woman, after the state suspended her Drivers License because she declined to take off her veil (which reveals only her…

The state of Florida is being sued by a Muslim woman, after the state suspended her Drivers License because she declined to take off her veil (which reveals only her eyes) for the picture.

I certainly respect Sultaana Freeman’s beliefs. If she feels it is improper or undignified to appear unveiled to “strangers or unrelated males,” that is certainly her prerogative.

But Florida law states, both clearly and properly, that a drivers license must have “a color photographic or digital imaged driver’s license bearing a full-face photograph.” The implications for being able to identify the holder are clear — that’s the purpose of the picture in the first place.

If Freeman declines to be so photographed (and, presumably, to unveil for a policeman), she cannot be given an drivers license (which is, of course, a privilege, a “license,” not a right). That’s not religious prejudice, that’s just common sense.

The only weakness in the state’s case is that, apparently, Freeman was able to obtain an Illinois DL while veiled, and on a February 2001 license issued by Florida. The Florida error was discovered during a review of DL records in November, post-9-11.

(Via OpinionJournal)

Mr. Cheney? Meet Caesar’s wife …

In classical Roman culture, the wife was consider the head of the household’s honor. On one occasion, rumors circulated to Julius Caesar that a man had slipped into his house…

In classical Roman culture, the wife was consider the head of the household’s honor. On one occasion, rumors circulated to Julius Caesar that a man had slipped into his house during the Bona Dea celebrations, which were for women only (even the husband could not attend). Even though the charges could not be proven, Caesar divorced his wife, noting that it wasn’t enough that there was no evidence — his wife must be beyond even reproach. If she conducted herself in such a fashion that folks would even entertain the idea of such charges, she was not doing her job as head of the household’s honor.

Over the weekend, VP Cheney was on the attack, claiming that the White House must stand on the principle of Executive Privilege and decline to identify what parts of the administration’s energy policy came from talks with which executives from Enron. His take on it was that to do so would damage the President’s ability (or his own) to have confidential meetings, and thus would inhibit individuals, firms, or organizations from being able to speak frankly with him.

Okay, there’s a certain measure of sense there, but …

The Enron case is not normal. Indeed, the whole relationship between the energy industry and the Bush Administration is not normal. And while there is a reasonable principle here for Cheney to keep mum on the subject, the idea that the American people therefore think the administration was in cahoots with Enron (or with Big Oil) means Cheney is failing the Caesar’s Wife test. He is not above seeming to be corrupt, or unduly influenced, or to have been discussing matters that the American public would not approve of. Regardless of whether any of that is true, that the public perceives it as possible should be of much greater concern to the White House, and should lead to at least some measure of waiver of Executive Privilege.

After all, based on the philosophy of the administration’s Attorney General, those who aren’t guilty have nothing to hide, right?

On that same note, I was more than a little irked that Cheney seemed so willing to play the War Card in this.

He suggested the GAO’s actions were overblown during wartime.

“After all of these years,” he said in the Fox interview, “can you imagine an FDR or Teddy Roosevelt, in the midst of a grave national crisis, dealing with the problems we’re having to deal with now, over here on the side as a matter of political expediency, trading away a very important fundamental principle of the presidency?”

In other words, “Don’t bother us, don’t question us, don’t debate over any aspect of administration policy, regardless of whether it has to do with Afghanistan or Terrorism or not, because, dagnabbit, we’re at war.”

Would that have been a reasonable card for Nixon to play during Watergate? Or Clinton during our involvement in Bosnia? I suspect not, and it’s not clear that this is any more of a distraction than it should be, nor that disclosure here would weaken the war effort, or give aid and comfort to terrorists.

Is it necessarily fair that the administration be tarred with the brush of failed Enron? Maybe, maybe not, though that old adage about lying down with dogs seems to apply. But that it is being so tarred should not be met by actions that further encourage accusations of stonewalling or collusion. The White House should be going out of its way to demonstrate that Enron got no special treatment, that Enron’s advice on energy policy was treated as simply another input, and that everything in the Enron/White House relationship was on the up-and-up.

Otherwise, the administration might find itself playing Caesar’s wife in more than one sense.

You know your work is successful when …

… people start absconding with it to promote their own value systems. Thus, JRR Tolkien and the folks behind the Lord of the Rings movie can take some cold comfort…

… people start absconding with it to promote their own value systems.

Thus, JRR Tolkien and the folks behind the Lord of the Rings movie can take some cold comfort in knowing that Italian Fascists are borrowing LotR “as a celebration of their own values of physical strength, leadership and integrity.”

The National Alliance youth wing is looking back to the 1970s when Italian rightists spun its own interpretation of Tolkien’s mythical world to bolster their image, already imbued with Celtic legends, knights and a cult of personal strength.
“There is a deep significance to this work. ‘The Lord of the Rings’ is the battle between community and individuality,” Catanoso said.

Tolkien, of course, denied that the books were any sort of allegory, and eschewed any political intent in their creation.

But the power and danger of myth is that it can be spun whichever way you want. When the books hit the Italian scene in the 70s, they were picked up by rightists there, who created “Hobbit Camps” for kids. Today, the youth group of the National Alliance is inviting young people to “join the fellowship,” as the movie hits Italian screens.

Why they confiscate scissors

ABC is reporting that terrorist-linked organizations have been Earning Big Bucks by clipping shopping coupons, and through coupon fraud. In 1987, [Jacobson] was hired by NCH, the nation’s leading Consumer…

ABC is reporting that terrorist-linked organizations have been Earning Big Bucks by clipping shopping coupons, and through coupon fraud.

In 1987, [Jacobson] was hired by NCH, the nation’s leading Consumer Coupon Clearing House, to uncover coupon fraud in the New York metropolitan area. Jacobson thought he would end up reeling in a few crooked grocery store owners.
Instead, one of the culprits turned out to be Mahmud Abouhalima, the man who is now serving a 240-year prison sentence for masterminding the 1993 attack on the World Trade Center.
Abouhalima was the manager of a Brooklyn video store that served as a meeting point for those involved in the coupon scheme and as a processing center for millions of dollars of coupon fraud in the New York area.

The story initially strikes one as ludicrous, but evidently there’s big money to be made with coupon fraud. Unfortunately, the article notes, because it all seems so frivolous, it’s been impossible to get much law enforcement attention given to it, despite the terrorist connection.

(Via OpinionJournal)

Talk about a security risk

Joseph Foss, an 86-year old retired Marine general, a former governor of South Dakota, and a former President of the NRA, fell under the baleful eye of America West security…

Joseph Foss, an 86-year old retired Marine general, a former governor of South Dakota, and a former President of the NRA, fell under the baleful eye of America West security Phoenix’s Sky Harbor International Airport last week. What awful crime, horrific gaffe, evil and suspicious behavior had two different security teams detaining him for up to 45 minutes?

medal4_efficient.jpgWhy, carrying the Congressional Medal of Honor he was awarded in 1943 by Pres. Roosevelt, when, as a Marine fighter pilot, he shot down 26 Japanese planes. That information is engraved on the back of the medal.

While security eventually decided that he was unlikely to try to hijack or destroy the plane with his medal, they did confiscate a commemorative nail file (with the Medal of Honor description) and a dummy bullet (connected to a keychain through a hole in it).

Gen. Foss said he normally doesn’t travel with his medal. “I do not carry the medal around with me. But I had it with me this time to show to cadets at the U.S. Military Academy at West Point,” where he was a guest speaker last week.
Patty Nowack, spokeswoman for America West, said she could not respond to specific questions about the Foss case, as she cannot verify he flew on the airline. She could not say whether there would be any security concerns about a medal but that it would cause a metal detector to go off.

One can’t be too careful, these days.

The War Party

Early indications are that the GOP will quite explicitly use the War on Terrorism as a campaign issue in its favor, playing on the high approval ratings for the President…

Early indications are that the GOP will quite explicitly use the War on Terrorism as a campaign issue in its favor, playing on the high approval ratings for the President as a tool to take back control of Senate.

“We can go to the country on this issue because they trust the Republican Party to do a better job of protecting and strengthening America’s military might and thereby protecting America,” Karl Rove said at the Republican National Committee meeting here.

This stands in contrast to Dubya’s previous portrayal of bipartisan unity in the face of terror.

Of course, if the GOP wants to play that game, I’m sure the Dems can find plenty of grist for the mill. After all, bin Laden and Mullah Omar are both still at large. We’ve broken the Taliban in Afghanistan, but it’s doubtful the laurels for that will still be restful come November, which means that further action will need to be taken.

And, of course, if so, then the GOP leadership runs the risk of blowing everything by turning the war into a partisan issue. Which, ultimately, is a pretty despicable thing to do. And I came up with that adjective before I read it in the story.

If they were smart, they’d just stay quiet about it. If it’s that great a partisan win for them, then the voters will respond. If not, then trying to hype it as such can only cause more of a mess.

In his luncheon speech, Rove contended that Bush’s bipartisan strategy on such issues as education reform has, in fact, proved to be a partisan bonanza for the GOP. “I’m glad the Democrats worked with us [on education], but, you know what, the Republicans will get the credit,” Rove said. He cited Gallup polls showing that the GOP had “succeeded in wiping out a 51-year disadvantage on this issue.”

Hey, and you know, that’s a great way to encourage the Democrats to cooperate and actually frickin’ get something done in Washington — by then turning it back on them as a political gambit, by forcibly trying to portray any cooperation as a win for the GOP.

There’s already way too much of that sort of strategizing that goes on in back rooms in DC … we really don’t need any more.

Not that I’d expect anything better from Karl Rove.

(Via Cursor.org)

“Ozymandias. Paging Mr. Ozymandias …”

Sic transit gloria Mile High Stadium….

Sic transit gloria Mile High Stadium.