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Prelude to Sunday Sonnets: On Blank Verse

Friday, December 8th, 2006

On Blank Verse, and on a Prelude to William Cowper.
Teri writes of a poet who’s meant a great deal to her, William Cowper. She cites an interesting poem of his, on the reaction of hunting animals to … well, to what is natural.

He plays a lovely jest with language and almost, dare I say, physics, near the end; I shan’t spoil it, click the link and go read what Teri wrote.

Cowper was an Englishman (1731-1800) who wrote, movingly, both of the great topics of the day, and, very popularly, of simple life in the English countryside. He was also an accomplished hymnist and fervent evangelical Christian.

Indeed, it was this last that was perhaps his salvation from terrible mental illness that plagued him for most of his life. Undeniably brilliant and creative, he was prone to deep depression, and, possibly, schizophrenia.

Trenches on the Somme. Mary Riter Hamilton, 1919
Flowers are nice, surely?

Now, I rather like Cowper. I’m not certain he’s great art for The Ages, but his language is certainly highly evocative, and he writes with wonderful expression. In short, the kind of poetry that both men and women can like.

He wrote in blank verse: that is to say, in language that did not rhyme, but had a regular meter (rhythm, if you will).

Marlowe and Shakespeare were perhaps the pioneers of this in the English language: Shakespeare (in King John), spectacularly, but dangerously (given less competent imitators who plagued the medium for centuries, and still do today, only we now call it “rock and roll lyrics”) used it at times to convey abrupt thematic and dramatic transitions:

Death?
My lord?
A grave.
He shall not live.

Consider how amazing a break this was with styles of the times, and what a challenge for actors. Verily, Shakespeare was the Quentin Tarantino of his day.

Milton (of Paradise Lost), embraced this form, and its ability to convey complex ideas (outside of drama) with superlative skill. Cowper was accused at times of imitating Milton too much. Given the centuries-long legacy of blank verse, this seems perhaps a tad unfair; certainly, though, Milton was a staggeringly talented exemplar of this during Cowper’s lifetime.

On a similar topic, we can contrast John Bunyan’s rhymed verse, from Pilgrim’s Progress (mostly prose, but with some verse):

But blessed Michael helped me, and I,
By dint of sword, did quickly make him fly.
Therefore to him let me give lasting praise,
And thank and bless his holy name always.

And Milton, writing similarly:


MICHAEL and his Angels prevalent
Encamping, plac’d in Guard thir Watches round,
Cherubic waving fires: on th’ other part
SATAN with his rebellious disappeerd,
Far in the dark dislodg’d, and void of rest,
His Potentates to Councel call’d by night;

Now note the difference. The first is coherently written, well-written. It’s a classic of English Literature. The second, likewise.

But look at the phrases: “void of rest”. “call’d by night”. “Guard thir watches round”.

These are phrases that the poet probably wouldn’t have chosen — certainly not in such a mellifluous flow — were he not to have the privilege of writing blank verse.

And these are magnificent phrases.

On Wolfeday (Which I believe is celebrated on Sunday the 10th of December in 2006), I shall quote a little of Cowper’s poetry, and couple it with a 20th century painting or two (one shown above) that I consider complement the subject matter.

-wolfe

UPDATE: I originally messed up and cited John Buchan, not John Bunyan as author of Pilgrim’s Progress. Buchan was an early 20th century British writer of thrillers; Bunyan wasn’t. Teri kindly corrected me, and it is corrected above in the original text.

Happy Thanksgiving

Friday, November 24th, 2006

For those not in the States, well, have a great weekend. Blogging will probably be light, unlike the deluge of posts there’s been this week!

A letter probably describing the first Thanksgiving:

You shall understand, that in this little time, that a few of us have been here, we have built seven dwelling-houses, and four for the use of the plantation, and have made preparation for divers others.  We set the last spring some twenty acres of Indian corn, and sowed some six acres of barley and peas, and according to the manner of the Indians, we manured our ground with herrings or rather shads, which we have in great abundance, and take with great ease at our doors.  Our corn did prove well, and God be praised, we had a good increase of Indian corn, and our barley indifferent good, but our peas not worth the gathering, for we feared they were too late sown, they came up very well, and blossomed, but the sun parched them in the blossom.

Our harvest being gotten in, our governor sent four men on fowling, that so we might after have a special manner rejoice together after we had gathered the fruit of our labors; they four in one day killed as much fowl, as with a little help beside, served the company almost a week, at which time amongst other recreations, we exercised our arms, many of the Indians coming amongst us, and among the rest their greatest King Massasoit, with some ninety men, whom for three days we entertained and feasted, and they went out and killed five deer, which they brought to the plantation and bestowed on our governor, and upon the captain, and others.  And although it be not always so plentiful as it was at this time with us, yet by the goodness of God, we are so far from want that we often wish you partakers of our plenty.

Happy Thanksgiving!
-wolfe

Thinking about Iraq I

Friday, November 3rd, 2006

The purpose of this essay is not to spark a debate about the morality, propriety, or even common sense of the Iraq War. Rather, it’s to swiftly outline a portion of my framework of thought on the subject, and examine some things that trouble me about some of its opponents. For the record, I have no sense that those who post here make any of the errors I shall examine in part II. Quite the reverse.

Wherein wolfe talks about some good reasons to oppose the war, in his view:
One of the things that troubles me about much of the publicized antiwar left is its sheer intellectual incoherence, and, in cases, vitriol and disingenuousness. Some of the antiwar far-right shares those aspects, notably vitriol.

There are certainly many generally rational (or at least intellectually consistent) reasons to be against the Iraq war.

One could be a pacifist. I’d personally respectfully disagree, but it’s a morally and intellectually consistent position, provided, of course, that one is against wars that begin under Democratic Presidents as well as Republican ones. (The War of Independence, War of 1812, The Mexican War, The Civil War, Spanish-American War, more fighting with Mexico, World War 1, Intervention in Haiti, World War 2, Korea, Vietnam, Grenada, Panama, Gulf War I, Bosnia, Afghanistan — all of these were presumably wrong to a pacifist).

I think they’re dead wrong, but I admit they see a better world than I do, and virtually every genuine pacifist I’ve met has had an admirable degree of integrity, intelligence, and personal moral responsibility.

Faux-pacifists who think bombing Bosnia’s hospitals is wonderful, but Iraq is wrong? Sorry, no.

One could believe that preemptive war is wrong — that many of the wars listed above were right, that Afghanistan was right, but that Iraq was wrong. Fair enough. (Bosnia would also have been wrong — arguing that humans rights grounds supported intervening preemptively would also support such intervention in Iraq). I am troubled by the fact that most of those up in arms over the Iraq War on a preemptive basis never said ‘boo’ about Bosnia.

Notable exception: Paleo-conservatives such as Pat Buchanan. I don’t remotely agree with the Paleos, and I find them forming some pretty disturbing alliances with the anti-semitic far left, but it’s at least an intellectually consistent position.

One also would have had to oppose the Clinton-era “Iraq Liberation Act“. Again, few of those now protesting did so.

One could be opposed to the war on the grounds that foreign ‘adventures’ are a bad thing and dangerous to the Republic. This is generally a conservative and isolationist criticism, but it would certainly be possible for a leftist to hold to it as well. Again, you’d have to be against most of the wars over the last century. This is pretty much the Jerry Pournelle school of thought.

One could be against the war on utilitarian grounds: that fewer people were dying under Saddam than are dying now — especially fewer Americans. A weak argument, given that jihadi activity didn’t start in 2003, and while Iraq has proven a flashpoint — or flypaper for terrorists — many jihadis would still be cheerfully looking for their virgins, simply elsewhere. Still, it’s an argument one can make.

One could be against the war – and this, frankly, is more or less my concern and objection — based on the grounds that its objectives do not seem realizable in the real world. Instilling democracy in a tribalistic country that’s only known various forms of dictatorship is not an easy thing.

The Anglosphere took roughly a thousand years to go from the Magna Carta to our present state of democracy. England, Scotland, Wales, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and the US all benefit from the ‘golden thread’ of liberty that runs through a shared common law and common constitutional heritage — something the Founders noted in the 9th and 10th Amendments, and noted explicitly elsewhere throughout the constitution (e.g. Habeas Corpus).

It’s a staggering degree of arrogance to think that we can help accelerate Iraq through a thousand years of progress in two or three years. It’s a process that will take generations.

I was for the war, reluctantly, for many reasons. But if the objective was to instill democracy in a few years, then Bush and his advisers were out to lunch. (I discount the idea that they were lying to the American people about the commitment that would be required; it doesn’t readily pass Occam’s razor for me. If someone’s going to argue that Bush lied about something, though, this would seem the most powerful argument: that the American people were deceived as to the length of commitment that would be required to accomplish one of the key stated objectives).

It’s worth noting we’ve been in a ‘quagmire’ (as the New York Times is wont to say) in Germany, Japan, and Korea for over 50 years now, and Bosnia for a decade.

One can be unhappy about the war and possibly opposed to it on the grounds that it’s been mismanaged. This is debatable; certainly aspects have been horribly mismanaged. But a great deal of the criticism comes from the hindsight brigade which seeks to apply legalistic reasoning to every error.

In an engineering (and rational) sense, one is always concerned about optimal decision making — the most correct decision in a situation, based upon the knowledge at the time.

This may be a wrong decision, in hindsight, but that simply wasn’t knowable at the time. The question is not so much “why were we wrong”, but “Could we have done better, based upon what we knew, and could we improve our information gathering and use of information so as to do better next time”?

Lawyers, of course, love attacking this. It can lead to some nice malpractice judgments against people who simply were using the best tools and knowledge available at the time.

One could be against this war because some of the intelligence seems faulty. There were few WMD’s discovered — none, other than ~500 aging gas shells, and no significant signs of large-scale reconstituted WMD programs. Sure, there were nuclear centrifuges buried under rosebushes and the like. While it remains possible that WMD’s were shipped out of the country to Syria, even if this were true it would simply mean that the invasion had been a failure in a different sense.

The problem with this argument is that it comes back to the idea of what was known at the time. We knew of contacts between Saddam and al-Qaeda (though no coordination), and we knew Saddam was a sponsor of terrorism in the mid-east, an attempt to assassinate a US President, and was probably linked to the first WTC bombing.

There certainly were people who stated there were few WMD’s and that a war wasn’t worth it. I disagreed with them at the time, and, on the basis of the last half, I still do. I have to admit though, that those people — unlike the like of John Kerry — have an admirable consistency and can certainly claim a logical and coherent argument.
One can be against the war because of the prospect — or actuality — of personal suffering. The loss of a family member. This is tragic, and difficult to argue, but it’s an orthogonal argument to the virtue (or lack thereof) of the war. Moreover, to reverse the argument, we don’t let the parents of children slaughtered on 9/11 make our country’s policies either, or we might well have nuked Afghanistan from orbit, judging by much of what I read on 9/12.

There are a host of other reasons, good, honorable and consistent, for being against the war. I shan’t examine them here, for my purpose is merely to outline my framework of thinking about the issue.

And then there are the bad reasons to be against the war. The illogical and inconsistent reasons.

That’s the next part. And anyone who read the New York Times today can probably figure out where this is headed.

Respectfully submitted for your consideration,
-wolfe

Amen

Monday, October 30th, 2006

I hadn’t planned to post more, but I ran across this post that I felt compelled to reproduce. There’s a lot worth noting here: the peaceful nature of the people who protested; the peaceful armed response of adult members of their community — to me, this second amendment issue goes to the heart of civil rights. The fact that the police didn’t push things the way they were pushed in the Deep South. The pathetic response of government and the NAACP. The willingness of the media to largely smother the story.

Father and son waiting to be served
Photo Credit: Tully of Stubbornfacts.us

And, of course, the ultimate willingness of the owner, that terrible capitalist, to say “Serve them… I’m losing too much money.” Capitalism works better than socialism in diminishing racism. I wish I could say “eradicating” not “diminishing”, but I can’t. Neither ideology really does that, sadly. I certainly wish he’d said “Serve them… it’s wrong not to”, but take what victories one can.

Some people are quite rightly remembered and renowned in the history books for their lives and achievements. Many more, no less deserving, slip into the shadows of history and are forgotten.

In Wichita, Kansas, near the corner of Broadway and Douglas, there is a small plaza tucked in between two buildings. On one wall of the plaza is a sculpture of a lunch counter with several people sitting at it. It’s so very life-like that in nice weather people routinely sit down on the empty stools to eat their lunches at the counter. There is no plaque to explain the sculpture.

If there were, that plaque would note that on July 19, 1958, several black teenagers, members of the local NAACP chapter, entered the downtown Dockum Drug Store (then the largest drug store chain in the state) and sat down at the lunch counter. They were ignored. They kept coming back and sitting at the counter, from before lunch through the dinner hour, at least twice a week for the next several weeks. They sat quietly, creating no disturbance, but refusing to leave without being served.

And they changed things. Nearly two years before Greensboro, widely credited with starting the sit-in movement that expanded from civil-rights protests throughout the 60’s into admittedly crazed political and economic protests in the late 60’s and 70’s… it all began there.

I’ve neither truck nor trade with the Revs. Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton. I think affirmative action is a disturbing form of racism embedded in our government that needs to be rooted out.

But I’ll salute to my dying days those men and women who fought to serve (in our armed forces) and to be served (at our lunch counters). God Bless them.
And historians may come to say much of it began there, in Wichita, Kansas.

-wolfe

Another Academic Shooting in Montreal (2)

Sunday, September 17th, 2006

Last time, we discussed some of the history of Montreal (and Québec).

We wound up noting that the society had gone from arch-socially-conservative to arch-socially-liberal. A very high divorce rate, high illegitimate births, high abortion rates, and very low fertility.

Elements of, to put it bluntly, bullying at best, and minor terror at worst had been permitted to seize control of the social fabric and rend it, particularly treatment of minorities.

More specifically, for those not “pur laine” (literally “pure wool”) descendants of old-line French settlers, there was now a profound ‘otherness’ to their presence in society. On the surface, Quebec was a welcoming multi-cultural state. Digging deeper, this wasn’t so clear. At least neither the welcoming nor multi-cultural part.

So. We now have a series of boys and men. (NB- one essay, linked below, is by “Morris Wolfe”. He’s no relation, and is not remotely the source of my pseudonym, ‘wolfe’.):

Gamil Gharbi aka Marc Lepine, the son of an Algerian Muslim immigrant and a Quebec woman. His father was a violent alcoholic who abused the family. Gharbi changed his name to the more Canadian (or at least Quebecois) “Marc Lepine”, both to repudiate his father, and, perhaps, to try and fit in.

Valery Fabrikant, born in Minsk, and immigrated to Canada in 1979. Appointed as an associate professor, eccentric, with a severe personality disorder, he harrased his colleagues and spoke of shooting people.

Kimveer Gill, 25, whom published reports have identified as the most recent shooter, and as a first or second generation Canadian of Indian origin.

Lepine was a young man who, rejected by the Canadian Armed Forces (as anti-social and unstable), and rejected by Ecole Polytechnique (as not having the prerequisites) as an engineering applicant, blamed his troubles upon women and feminism.

Horrifyingly, in December 1989, he went to Poly, shot and killed large numbers of young women, almost all engineering students.

Such a shock. First, it was the slaughter of women; second, women who were doing something bold and different. Engineering isn’t an easy path; some have likened it to being educated by a firehose of knowledge.

This was a solidly left-wing jurisdiction, with nice gun control, unlike the terrible United States. How could this happen?

Time passed. Gun laws tightened.

In 1992, Valery Fabrikant, in Montreal’s second of four [I think] universities where engineering is taught (Laval, McGill, Poly, Concordia) himself went on a killing spree, at Concordia. You can read about the poor and disgusting man’s story in the link above, but suffice to say he wasn’t aiming at women; he was aiming at engineering professors and department heads.

And now, 2006. Another academic shooting. We need to be careful here. Mr. Gill may not be the shooter. He may indeed be not ‘immigrant anglo’ consigned to double minority status by a perhaps-hostile society but, conceivably the purest of the pur laine.

That said, I’m not holding my breath. If I’m wrong, I’ll certainly humbly retract.

Now. What the #$*) am I saying? That immigrants are more likely to commit crimes?

Quite the contrary. Legal immigrants are traditionally more law-abiding, not less. My Dad’s an immigrant to North America, so I guess that makes me second generation.
Yet… 3 mass-shooting sprees in 17 years in one city. All 3 are by males. All 3 under a heavy regime of gun control. All 3 by first or second generation immigrants who appear to feel very alienated. [Mr Gill's website, according to the Volkh Conspiracy, a generally reliable lawyers' blog, is discussed here.]

Three men — I’d almost be tempted to call Gill and Lepine boys, for in my mind they were not remotely mature despite their chronological age — Three men/boys shoot many people.

It’s the tip of the iceberg. Society’s situation doesn’t remotely excuse their behavior. But it remains the tip of the iceberg.

Three men, loosely attached to society, feeling no constraints, lash out in evil.

Millions of women in Quebec, feeling no constraints, respond with abortions, and illegitimate births.

A society that tolerates decades of low-level terror, harrassment, bullying, and ostracization of minorities, coupled with utter destruction of traditional institutions, and a society that focuses on the destruction of the family and the exaltation of the state… can only reasonably accept the unintended consequences of radical narcissistic selfishness.

Lepine and Fabrikant are guilty. No excuses. Ditto, the Montreal Shooter, presumably, at time of writing, Mr. Gill.

But, as a lot of leftists love to cite “root causes”, there is value in looking at where the formation of evil can be incubated, and why. Doesn’t change responsibility. Does make us wonder if the hard left-wing bullying tactics of Quebec are really what we would want for Canada or the US.
-wolfe

Another Academic Shooting in Montreal (1)

Thursday, September 14th, 2006

This is the first of a two-part series on the Wednesday shootings in Montreal.

That title, above is a terrible way of putting it. The word academic, which can mean several things, doesn’t help either.

The fact remains that this is the third college/école-related mass shooting in Montreal in the last 17 years.

Most cities in Canada — indeed North America — have never had one.

Why Montreal? Is there something in the water? This post is going to sketch over forty-some years of history of Montreal, and of Quebec. I’ll draw some conclusions which I don’t find overly comforting. If you’re very familiar with this history, you’ll not find much new here other than the conclusions I draw. Indeed, you’ll notice I used the word “sketch” advisedly. If reading about something like that bores you, then, well, move on! I’ll have something else up in a day or two.

Long renowned as the world’s second largest French-speaking city, Montreal’s glory days started to die in the late 60’s and early 1970’s.

The most glaring symptom (and perhaps even a cause) of the decline of civil society was the rise of the Front de libération du Québec (FLQ). An urban terrorist group, much like the IRA, they were dedicated Marxists who wanted to destabilize Canada and create an independent socialist Republic of Québec, a veritable “worker’s society”. Their aim was low level terrorism. Bombs mostly. Armed robbery. The usual thuggery of the violent hard-left popular revolutionary, little changed between then and now.

In October 1970, they escalated the game to kidnapping. One FLQ cell snatched the British Trade Representative, James Cross, and another cell kidnapped acting Premier (Governor, for Americans) of Québec, Pierre Laporte. Right off his front lawn, playing with his children. More innocent times, definitely, for there was no fence, no police guard nor even thought of one.

Within 7 days, they’d murdered Laporte. The situation dragged on for many weeks. In December, police finally found the terrorists holding Cross, and the Canadian government negotiated for his release, allowing that terrorist cell safe passage to Cuba. Hardly an auspicious moment. The murderers of Laporte were caught near the end of December and subsequently tried, and jailed.

Officially, violent separatism died that day in late December. Thereafter, séparatistes, and indépendantistes generally grouped themselves under the umbrella of the Parti Québecois (PQ), and pushed politically for a variety of solutions ranging from independence of Canada to “sovereignty-association” with Canada. Whatever that last meant. Politically, they oscillated between state socialism and dirigiste capitalisme, but always with a very strong welfare state. Left-leaning social democrats, if you’re a European.

But ones who happen to want to break up the country they live in.

And the violence? Well it didn’t really die with the FLQ. Very low-level terror continued. If you were an english shop-keeper, you might well find your windows being smashed.

You’re the phone company and you’re stupid enough to put a bilingual French/English phone book in the phone booth (back in the day when they were booths and actually had phone books!)? Count on the booth being burned down.

You’re an english kid — doesn’t matter if your heritage is actually German, or American, or Irish, or Polish, or even Indian, Chinese or Nigerian. You were “anglo”. Preposterous, I know, but not in Quebec.

You were that anglo kid? Guess you’ll get roughed up on the way home from school, mon vieux. Hope you don’t mind a beatdown.

Oh this wasn’t universal. And the vast majority of French people living in Quebec were and are decent, honest, and peaceful. Kindly hosts. Very fine people.

But it didn’t have to be universal. The virus of violence, the technique of terror — it only had to touch perhaps one in 20. But many, many around that one would see it directly. And virtually everyone in the “anglo” community would be at most two degrees of separation.

The government could have spoken out against the violence, I guess.

But federally, the Liberal government was desperate for Quebec votes and willing to look the other way. Provincially, it was a ratchet effect — with the PQ in power, ratcheting towards separation for much of the 70’s and 80’s.

And the provincial government was too busy passing laws. Against STOP signs. Against English signs. Against English language phonebooks. Against, well, english kids attending school in english if their heritage wasn’t “correct”.

Yeah. Pretty much the same things the low-level thugs and bullies were menacing.

The government stirred the pot a bit by hiring “Language police”. Yes, I know, it sounds like something out of Orwell. It is like something out of Orwell.

I’m speculating here, but it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if some of the bullies that beat up anglo kids moved up to burning phonebooths and smashing windows, then graduated to being language police. Wouldn’t surprise me at all.

Add one more element into the mix: the embrace, nay, the fetishization of the modern. Quebec had been virtually a theocracy in the 50’s, with heavy Roman Catholic control. With the advent of the 60’s and 70’s most institutions were swept away, for good and ill.

So here we are, getting into the 1980’s, and we’ve a society that’s

- let a group of terrorists go unpunished

- tolerated low-level thuggery against a minority group in society

- institutionalized low-level constant governmental harrassment against that same minority group

- is actively seeking to break-up the country they are part of, and separate.

- has a government that’s pushing a heavy left-wing agenda and actually seeking to sweep away conservative institutions

    In a generation, Quebec went from massive church attendance, a high birthrate, with stable families to the highest divorce rate, lowest fertility, highest illegitimacy rate, highest abortion rate and lowest church attendance rate in Canada. And almost certainly amongst the highest illegitimacy, lowest fertility, and highest abortion rates in North America.

    Everything in that bullet-pointed list, above, is something that frays at the fabric of a civil society, as we in the West would understand the term.

    Some of it may be necessary fraying. Moving from a theocracy that didn’t let women vote until the 1940’s — that’s pretty much a no-brainer. Good improvement. Except one can’t be help left feeling that the baby has been repeatedly thrown out with the bathwater.

    So how did this lead us to so many shootings? And make no mistake — the shooters are responsible for shooting people. Societal conditions, however much of a mess, don’t alleviate people of the personal moral responsibilities for the decisions they make in life. Especially not ones so momentously evil.

    More to follow on this.

    -wolfe

    The Long Day Wanes

    Tuesday, September 12th, 2006

    I’m sitting here. 9/11, as we say it in the U.S. I’ve trouble dealing with my thoughts on the matter.

    They are complex, and easily attacked.

    That doesn’t mean they are wrong. Far from it.

    This poem, by Tennyson (I thought Yeats — laugh at me for being a cultural ignoramus) is apt.

    The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
    Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
    'T is not too late to seek a newer world.

    He uses punctuation almost as grossly and badly, though reluctantly accurately, as I do. Yet he writes magnificently.

    At moments of dark thought like this, I’m impelled to think of other poesy.

    Yeats, of course.

    Turning and turning in the widening gyre

    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

    Did you know that Falcons are, by definition, female? Tiercels are the male of the species. And two-thirds the size. Fascinating.

    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

    The best lack all convictions, while the worst

    Are full of passionate intensity.

    ‘Mere anarchy’. Who but Yeats — an Irishman to be sure — would have such a view. “Mere Anarchy”, good grief.

    Fear not. Your host has not gotten all flaky. But there’s a nihilistic refrain that consumes much of what we feel about 9/11 — on all sides. I worry it’s a refrain that shall prevail…

    That said, yeah, smite the evil-doers, and to heck with you if you think that’s wrong.
    I’ll try and return to more thinking, and less poesy, and, even, less poetry.

    A bientot.
    -wolfe

    September 11, 2001. Never Forget.

    Monday, September 11th, 2006

    9-11 Cross
    James Nachtwey, Time Magazine.

    Like it or not, we’re at war. Yet, like the Cold War, it’s a rather strange war. It’s difficult to tell who’s the enemy until they strike. Very few are serving on the front lines. Most of us are ‘lucky’.
    Perhaps you think President Bush’s strategy is excellent; perhaps you think it’s stupid. Perhaps, like most Democratic Senators, you agree with the liberation/invasion of Iraq, but disagree with the management of things in Iraq since then. Perhaps you just plain think Iraq was the wrong war, at the wrong time. Perhaps you think Iran and North Korea were bigger threats.

    Perhaps you think the US’s actions represent imperial overreach. A lot of people do.

    If you’re like me, you perhaps think the neo-con concept of bringing Democracy to Iraq is a good and noble one. It’s not about War for Oil, it’s genuinely a War for Democracy in their minds. But if you’re like me, you also believe Democracy can be tough to transplant, and Mesopotamia has been less than green ground for millennia. That therefore this idea (and plan) is at best naive.

    You could even be someone who believes that any use of force against evil is wrong. Or even someone who believes there is no such thing as evil. Or someone who simply wants to chant “Bush Lied! People Died!”, “No Blood for Oil!”. If so, well, sorry, I don’t even want to know you. Go away, please.

    Or you believe it’s all a big Zionist conspiracy. If so, then get stuffed.

    It’s a war. Offhand, it’s very much a ‘long twilight struggle’, yet, like the Cold War, one carried out mostly by those other than the typical American.

    In the end, in the very long run, freedom will prevail over terror. For:

    There is more light than shadow;
    There are more smiles than cares;
    More grass grows on the meadow
    Than brambles, weeds, and tares.
    There is more song than weekpin;
    There is more sun than rain;
    There is more golden reaping
    Than lost and blighted grain.
    There is more peace than terror;
    There is more hope than fear;
    There is more truth than error;
    More rights than wrongs appear.
    On the long road to glory
    We climb more than we fall;
    And by and large the story
    Comes out right after all.

    –(”From a Prayer Book”)

    You may find this Time photo-essay striking. This brief photo-essay is also striking. (Hat-tip Kate McMillan at Small Dead Animals).

    Finally, this essay (no photos) by Robert Sibley is worth reading:

    I still see bodies falling. Standing at my hotel window, overlooking Ground Zero, it’s not hard to visualize the flaming towers and the bird-like figures of human bodies plummeting through the air. I especially remember a couple leaping hand in hand into emptiness. In their flapping clothes they looked like big clumsy birds, desperate to fly.

    I’ll have more commentary on this essay in a subsequent post. For now, trust me, it’s not a maudlin thing.

    Never Forget.

    Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

    Friday, March 17th, 2006

    And a happy St Paddy’s day to one and all, especially to readers from Ireland and Nigeria. (You did know he was the patron saint of Nigeria, didn’t you?)

    From the old Irish prayer:

    May the Road rise with you;
    May the wind be always at your back;
    May the sun shine warm upon your face,

    And, until we meet again,
    May the Lord keep you in the hollow of his Hand.

    A good Wikipedia article on the most Illustrious Order of Saint Patrick, founded by our good friend George III, fresh from losing the US colonies:

    The regular creation of knights of St Patrick lasted until 1922, when most of Ireland became independent as the Irish Free State. While the Order technically still exists, no knight of St Patrick has been created since 1934.

    Have a pint or two for me!

    Coming to America

    Monday, March 13th, 2006

    In a remarkable speech over the weekend, Secretary of Health and Human Services Michael Leavitt recommended that Americans start storing canned tuna and powdered milk under their beds as the prospect of a deadly bird flu outbreak approaches the United States.

    Ready or not, here it comes.

    Reporters love covering disaster (and scary predictions of disaster). One has to be careful, therefore, when you see panicky predictions in the news.

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    Photo by BBC

    On the other hand, many credible scientists do believe we’re overdue for a major outbreak of influenza. The last one in 1918 killed more than died in WWI, and more in a single year than died in the four peak years of the Black Death in Europe. 20% of the world’s entire population was infected, and, most unusually, the flu was deadliest for those aged 20-40. The mortality rate was over 25 times the previous mortality rates in flu outbreaks.

    With 20 to 50 million dead, this was one of the great biological disasters of all time. Subsequent outbreaks (Asian flu of 1957 and the last one, the Hong Kong flu of 1968) killed “merely” a million each.

    Still, I believe the above advice is fairly sensible. If you can afford it, lay in some canned goods and powdered milk. Consider what you’ll do if electricity and heat (if you live in a cold climate) are off for a week or two. Will you have water? These at least are simple, rational protective steps one can take that will be helpful in coping with a variety of disasters.

    And if disaster doesn’t strike, renew your stocks periodically and enjoy tuna casserole.