Crankypantsing, News & Politics

An Observation

This is on a par with a recent post on Iraq. When did The War in Iraq become The War Against Iraq?

I’ve gotten into more than my fair share of debates that have ended when the other side retreated to the tune of, “It’s only semantics!” The implication being A) that I’m flogging a dead horse and B) that the subject of the debate was something trivial. I find that response frustrating. If we cannot understand the words that others use, then there is no point in trying to communicate. Since human speech–a symbolic and highly abstract form of communication–is what separates us from the cute little animals, without it, we wouldn’t be human, would we? So, I tend to think semantics might be the only thing that really is important.

And so, I am saddened to hear The War in Iraq referred to as The War Against Iraq, because anyone possessing a rudimentary facility with the English language will recognize that the two things have entirely different meanings.

Also, I used the juice from both halves of a very large lemon in my ginormous iced tea this ayem. It is sour beyond belief, and that’s coming from someone who likes to eat lemons. Oops.

Also, too, it looks like my planned migration back to civilization might take place sooner, rather than later. More on that as events unfold. I will only say that I’m conflicted, as I love the country and the wee woodland critters, but I also miss having broadband and–dear lord, I’m almost afraid to contemplate it–cable teevee.

Crankypantsing, News & Politics

It Makes the Baby Shelly Cry

If I hear one more person say that the soldiers in Iraq are “fighting for our freedom,” I am going to scream. Iraq was never, ever a threat to the U.S. That it may now pose a threat to us is our own damned fault, but that still doesn’t justify the ignorant parroting, ad nauseum, of the “they’re fighting for our freedom” party line. That’s a big, fat, fucking lie

And don’t get me started on Iran. Why on earth are we ramping ourselves up for another war when we are stretched too thinly as it is? It’s deja vu all over again, and I’m feeling a little nauseated.

In unrelated news from the Things That Make the Baby Shelly Cry file, I noticed that Ford has stopped with the illiterate “less stops at the pump” nonsense. Their newest commercial is grammatically correct. Praise be! Now, if only the “manly men crave greasy slabs o’ meaty meat” trend in food advertising would just go the hell away, I might be able to sleep at night.

Ladybusiness, News & Politics

Family Values in the Culture of Control

Via Feministing.

Apparently, in the city of Black Jack, you must conform to a specific standard of “family” or you’ll be run out of town. According to a CBS News article, city council members in the Missouri town have “rejected a measure allowing unmarried couples with multiple children to live together. The mayor said those who fall into that category could soon face eviction.” The couple has three children in common, yet the city council refuses to grant them permission to live together. Since when is the government in charge of telling folks what forms their families must take? Since when is it appropriate to force families to choose between housing and staying together?

This bit made me laugh (It’s funny, cuz it’s true!):

In the statement, McCourt said, “the city provides information about its occupancy permit requirements to anyone who requests it. … As mayor, I am required by state law to uphold the laws of the city of Black Jack.”

Mr. McCourt is apparently familiar with his Douglas Adams:

‘But Mr Dent, the plans have been available in the local planning office for the last nine months.’

‘Oh yes, well as soon as I heard I went straight round to see them, yesterday afternoon. You hadn’t exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them had you? I mean like actually telling anybody or anything.’

‘But the plans were on display …’

‘On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.’

‘That’s the display department.’

‘With a torch.’

‘Ah, well the lights had probably gone.’

‘So had the stairs.’

‘But look, you found the notice didn’t you?’

‘Yes,’ said Arthur, ‘yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard.’ A cloud passed overhead. It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent as he lay propped up on his elbow in the cold mud. It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent’s house. Mr Prosser frowned at it. ‘It’s not as if it’s a particularly nice house,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry, but I happen to like it.’ ‘You’ll like the bypass.’ ‘Oh shut up,’ said Arthur Dent. ‘Shut up and go away, and take your bloody bypass with you. You haven’t got a leg to stand on and you know it.

Ladybusiness, News & Politics

On Press Bias

There was much frothing and agitation yesterday in response to a WaPo article on the CDC’s new recommendations for preconceptive health care.

Going by the WaPo article, it would appear as if Margaret Atwood’s worst nightmare might be blossoming before our eyes. Any woman capable of bearing children–whether or not she intends to become pregnant–should not drink or smoke or have contact with cat feces, should take folic acid and vitamin supplements, maintain a “healthy” weight, keep conditions like asthma and diabetes under control, etc. Basically, women should pretend that they might become pregnant at any moment.

If true, the recommendations would certainly be something to get uppity about. It’s one thing to tell women that X behaviors are good or bad their health. It’s quite another to focus on the potential health of a hypothetical fetus, as if the woman’s health, in and of itself, were unimportant. By all means, tell women that they ought to take care of their health, but that message should not be contingent on their fertility status. Thankfully, that’s not at all what the CDC was recommending, though. The CDC recommended that any woman who intends to become pregnant should follow their guidelines. That’s quite another kettle of fishes. It’s still a little troubling, because it ignores the impact of men’s health on fetuses, but it’s a long way from calling for all women to be treated like ambulatory incubators.

I don’t know what the hell WaPo was thinking, but this is a pretty good example of how the press can twist something around until it says almost the opposite of what the original source intended. News outlets are run by humans, and humans have agendas. It always pays to be skeptical, and to, whenever possible, consult original sources. If you cannot access the original source, then you should attempt to find a variety of view points on the subject. Otherwise, someone might try to sell you some prime swampland in Poughkeepsie.

Crankypantsing, News & Politics

Youth Counter Recruitment Camps

This looks interesting.

When I was in high school, we were told we were required to take the ASVAB test. Being the uppity pinko militant peacenik that I was, I refused. There was no way in hell I wanted our military knowing any more about me than absolutely necessary. Our school counselor and the vice principal informed me that the test was required. My ass, I replied. I told them that I wouldn’t be attending school on the day the ASVAB was given. If they scheduled a make-up exam, I would not attend on that day, either. I thought it was pretty damned funny that they thought they could force me to take a test. If it actually came down to it, I was perfectly happy take the test, but mark down incorrect answers. And, I let them know that, too.

Now, why on earth the military would have thought it was worthwhile to wast their time trying to test and recruit a kid who was rabidly anti-military was–even then–beyond me. Asstrumpets.

They also weren’t particularly up-front about what the ASVAB actually was. I expect most kids, back then when it wasn’t possible to hop online and go a-Googling, had no idea it was an armed services aptitude test. Sneaky bastards. I may have fallen for it, if I hadn’t been terminally inquisitive and more than a little suspicious of authority. “You’re telling me I have to take this test? I don’t effing think so.” When I asked what, exactly, the test was, the school counselor was a little vague. “It’s an aptitude test.” Yeah, well, I’d already taken the state-required academic aptitude test, so I wasn’t buying that one. When she finally copped that it was for the military, I said, “No, thank you, ma’am.” I was assured that I could opt out of being recruited (yeah, right). What she didn’t understand was that I was pissed off about the test itself, and how it had been presented to us. Recruitment officers, I could deal with. Being manipulated, not so much.

The funny (cuz it’s true) thing was that friends of mine who gave in and took the ASVAB were recruited, even though they had opted out of it. Yeah, manipulated and lied to.

So, I’m all for telling kids the truth and helping them develop the skills they need to fend for themselves. Unfortunately, that means giving them the tools to stand up for themselves against our own military.

Ladybusiness, News & Politics

From the Department of Squick

This (via Feministing) has been making the rounds. I haven’t written about it because, frankly, where would I begin? There’s more squick than you can shake a stick at. One detail keeps leaping out at me, though, so I’m going to mention it here. From the pledge itself (emphasis mine):

I, (daughter’s name)’s father, choose before God to cover my daughter as her authority and protection in the area of purity. I will be pure in my own life as a man, husband and father. I will be a man of integrity and accountability as I lead, guide and pray over my daughter and as the high priest in my home. This covering will be used by God to influence generations to come.

Folks, “covering” is a livestock breeding term. It means just what you’d think–during breeding, the male literally “covers” the female. I don’t care how many ways these creeps justify a father’s obsession with his daughter’s hymen (well, I do, but again, where to start?), however, the breeding lingo has got to go. My eyes! It blinds us!

News & Politics

Word of the Day: Hypocrisy

RJ over at Bark/Bite calls shennanigans on the hypocrisy of denouncing murder, torture, and general mayhem, then turning around and engaging in the very same heinous behavior.

If we can’t at least pretend to distinguish ourselves from our enemies, why would we expect the rest of the world to do so?

Why, indeed? The logical next question is, if we are going to behave in the same manner as those whose actions we’ve denounced, then what the hell is our point? What are we hoping to accomplish? And how do we think we’re going to accomplish it, when we’ve forfeited the moral high ground?

Crankypantsing, News & Politics

Speaking of Voting…

I can’t believe I forgot to mention this. Not only do our new fancy schmancy electronic voting machines not supply any sort of a receipt, but Indiana is now requiring that voters provide government issued identification. The state’s license branches were open extended hours on Monday and Tuesday, so that folks who did not know about the new ID requirement could obtain state IDs.

And, this from Pandagon, on voting irregularities in Ohio. One point that is made is that outright fraud is not necessary, when physically restricting access to voting might work just as well.

It’s been said before but bears repeating, they don’t actually need to change votes, which is something that could eventually be detected and people could be thrown in jail for, in order to throw elections. All they need to do is make sure there’s inadequate facilities in certain precincts and the frustration of waiting to vote will drive huge numbers of voters away.

The same sort of situation occurred in my precinct, but it’s rural and the population is extremely low, so folks here would not have faced long lines and big hassles. Still, it sucks. And, at least the folks in Ohio were supposed to get a receipt. Our new electronic machines don’t even have that option.

News & Politics

Adventures in Voting

We got to the polling site shortly after they opened, but there was a little bit of a delay, because only one of the voting machines was working. The rest had not been reprogramed for DST, so they wouldn’t be up and running until 7am. Hrmph. While I was waiting my turn, I eavesdropped on the couple in line behind me. They made a few comments about being amazed at how many Democrats were present, and how misguided we were. Then, as I was leaving after voting, I overheard the woman comment that “Democrats must get out of bed really early.” Why yes, yes we do, ma’am.

As a small blue dot in a sea of endless red, it was interesting to listen to a couple of Republicans whinging about being in the minority.