September 30, 2013

I mentioned this very same thing the other day, and hopefully Brendan O’Neill of UK’s The Telegraph gets the ball moving in a way that at least starts the discussion.

Time and again, one reads about Islamist attacks that seem to defy not only the most basic of humanity’s moral strictures but also political and even guerrilla logic. Consider the hundreds of suicide attacks that have taken place in Iraq in recent years, a great number of them against ordinary Iraqis, often children. Western apologists for this wave of weird violence, which they call “resistance”, claim it is about fighting against the Western forces which were occupying Iraq in the wake of the 2003 invasion. If so, it’s the first “resistance” in history whose prime targets have been civilians rather than security forces, and which has failed to put forward any kind of political programme that its violence is allegedly designed to achieve. Even experts in counterinsurgency have found themselves perplexed by the numerous nameless suicide assaults on massive numbers of civilians in post-war Iraq, and the fact that these violent actors, unlike the vast majority of violent political actors in history, have “developed no alternative government or political wing and displayed no intention of amassing territory to govern”. One Iraqi attack has stuck in my mind for seven years. In 2006 a female suicide bomber blew herself up among families – including many mothers and their offspring – who were queuing up for kerosene. Can you imagine what happened? A terrible glimpse was offered by this line in a Washington Post report on 24 September 2006: “Two pre-teen girls embraced each other as they burned to death.”

…We have a tendency to overlook the newness of modern Islamic terrorism, how recent is this emergence of a totally suicidal violence that revels in causing as many causalities as possible. Yes, terrorism has existed throughout the modern era, but not like this. Consider the newness of suicide attacks, of terrorists who destroy themselves as well as their surroundings and fellow citizens. In the 1980s and 1990s, there were an average of one or two suicide attacks a year. Across the whole world. Since the early and mid-2000s there have been around 300 or 400 suicide attacks a year. In 2006 there were more suicide attacks around the world than had taken place in the entire 20 years previous. Terrorists’ focus on killing civilians – the more the better – is also new. If you look at the 20 bloodiest terrorist attacks in human history, measured by the number of causalities they caused, you’ll see something remarkable: 14 of them – 14 – took place in the 1990s and 2000s. So in terms of mass death and injury, those terrorist eras of the 1970s and 80s, and also earlier outbursts of anarchist terrorism, pale into insignificance when compared with the new, Islamist-leaning terrorism that has emerged in recent years.

Whether it’s apathy, fear of reprisal, or whatever the fact is it is time to call this kind of ruthless madness (and that’s what it is, because anyone with a right state of mind cannot read stories like this and not be repulsed at where this has been going for a long time). You gotta a problem with someone else’s religion? Fine, but as long as it doesn’t impact your life in a negative fashion go about your business and let others do the same. Besides, if it all results in a better, more peaceful world aren’t we all winners in the end?

The fact is, while these bastards use Islam and the Koran and the prophet Mohammed as cover for their actions they’re nothing but evil beasts incarnate that deserve to be destroyed and extracted like a cancer from the face of the earth. I’m willing to respect anyone’s religion (or lack thereof). But you would think when people in the name of Allah do despicable acts in his name fellow believers and leaders of Islam would stand up and condemn such actions. Would the prophet Mohammad agree with flying jet planes into the World Trade Center towers and killing innocents to make a point about so-called “infidels”? Would he agree with blowing up innocents on trains, or in shopping malls, or folks watching a marathon race, or queueing up for food outside of a Christian church? If he would, then he’d be just as much of a despicable idiot as his vile followers are.

I’m guessing, however – and hey, maybe I’m wrong – but he’d be just as appalled. As are many of the Islamic faith. But where are they? Good question.

It’s time for Islam as a religion to grow up and its leaders and the folks who practice it decide what they want the face of their religion to be. Is it to join the world’s other great religions and strive to be a force for greater good in the world, or do they really wish to lose it all at the hands of a relatively small population of faux believers whose unspeakable actions go beyond barbarism to be the very definition of evil in this world.

Methinks it is time for Islam’s leaders throughout the world to assess the difference between the actions of a political movement – where all is fair game and those who perform these barbaric acts are rooted out and destroyed, and religion and its practice as a vehicle for worhip, peace, brotherhood, self-improvmement and betterment of the world around it. Because from my viewpoint that is not the face of Islam in the world right now.

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September 29, 2013

Congratulations toi the Boston Red Sox for a great regular season that surpassed everyone’s greatest hopes. Now it’s on to the post-season where the sky is the limit – as far as I’m concerned they’re playing with the house’s money.

Three’s been a lot of words written about Ted Cruz’s 21-hour marathon speech the other day, but Michael Walsh of National Review Online’s Corner Blog has it figured out right. The sands are shifting underneath the Washington political establishment, and it wouldn’t matter if it were Cruz or a frustrated Democrat – these well-entrenched pols don’t like their worlds rocked.

Here’s another great rendition of this old classic for no other reason than I liked this song from “O Brother, Where Art Thou” and the way Alison Krauss and Gillian Welch perform it.

How can something like the shopping mall massacre in Kenya not be met with more world-wide condemnation – and that includes Islamic governments?

And Kirsten Powers is right – why aren’t American churches more outspoken about what’s happening to their brothers and sisters all across the Middle East and Africa?

On Friday the pool officially dropped below 80, indicating the end of what has been a long and luxurious pool season. Tomorrow the new queen palms come in – it will be fascinating to watch how it all comes about with so little room to work with. There will be pictures, I promise.

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September 28, 2013

Just a great rendition of this old classic for no other reason than I like this song and the way it’s performed. Enjoy!

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September 26, 2013

It really started out pretty innocently: ahead of the guys coming on Monday to plant the new palms I wanted to test out my station 5 and 6 lines to make sure there were no links to ward off any added costs if the planting crew found leaks or needed to make watering adjustments. (I knew they were approved by the town for a Monday dig because some guy wearing a hard hat and armed with some spray paint cans painted heiroglyphics in orange, red, and yellow all around my front yard – you definitely get your $20 digging fee’s worth here in Gilbert, Arizona!)

I put station 5 on for fifteen minutes and checked the area out – everything seemed solid. I did the same thing to station 6 and checked the area out – very dry. So far, so good. It was then I noticed water coming out along the bricks lining the grass area smack dab in the center of the backyard. I’d seen water there before but had always figured it was because after running station 5 for an extended time (to water our center queen palm), the station 6 lines watering adjacent bushes created saturation that resulted in some excess water.

But when I saw the station 6 water after only ten minutes of running station 5 I knew I had another leak. Hence a repeat of activities I’ve become all too familiar with these past two weeks: rake the rocks that cover the dirt, get my shovel and spade out and carefully scrape the wet dirt away from the problem area until you see water moving, use hands to carefully part the mud until you see the source of the leak, then (hopefully) plug it with a replacement drip.

I knew I was in trouble as soon as I found the source of the leak: an open drip line that disappeared under the red yucca it was supposed to water. And there wasn’t a whole lot of line to play with: about three inches worth. I was pissed. I mean, who in their right mind would plant anything on top of a drip line? I mean, that’s stupid! Whoever did that ought to be sampling Sheriff Joe Arpaio’s new vegetarian menu for inmates at Maricopa County lockups.

Studying the situation carefully, I knew there were only three options available to me: 1) try and cap the line that was available to me; 2) dig the whole plant and the line up, then cap it; or 3) dig around the plant, hopefully find the line exiting on the other side, then pull the line out and cap it. Option three seemed the easiest, since I could see the direction the line went, but after 40 minutes of careful digging and root pruning I still couldn’t find the damned line. I then attempted option one (putting a replacement drip on the line I had to work with) but the line is an older style with an opening too small to take the newer-sized drips. I tried using a small screwdriver to pry open a larger opening that the new drip styles would fit, but the line developed a new leak about an inch of the way in.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, around thus time, a dust storm rolled into the area, leaving me with rocks spread everywhere, deep holes around the yucca, and dust blowing everywhere. I decided to snap a picture of the seemingly hopeless situation for posterity:

My last chance of avoiding having to dig up the plant – something I really wanted to avoid – was to clamp the leak without a cap. What I needed to do was fold the remaining line over itself, hope the brittle line didn’t split (leaving me nothing to work with), and fashion some kind of clamp that would stem the leak. I grabbed a couple of twist ties from the kitchen, folded the line over itself, and fastened the twist ties to hold it in place. Turning station 6 on, I was grateful to see that the line wasn’t leaking. Now, what to do about a permanent solution? After all, in the ground and subject to dampness and roots that twist tie would probably all of a few months, and I doubt even the ground around it would hold the fold-over in place.

I then thought about the Discovery Channel show “Trauma: Life In The ER”. It was a great show where you always saw trauma surgeons thinking outside the box. Surely, I could rig up something that would serve as a reliable clamp. I went to the garage looking for something that would slide over the folded line and hold it in place, and that’s when I saw the picture-hanging kit with that doohickey you nail into the wall in order to lay the hanging wire into the groove. Studying it in the dusty light I knew I could make it work. I basically pulled the piece apart so it was just a circle of metal, placed it around the folded over line, then used pliers to clamp it shut. I felt like a ER surgeon taking emergency measure to stop a patient’s bleeding.

I turned on the water again and was pleased to see the solution work – no water at all! And I just saved himself around $200 worth of landscaping service costs – even better! I then wrapped some duct tape around it so it would stand out if someone dug around that area again, then peeled off my muddy clothes and dove into 80-degree pool water to scrub the mud off of my skin. It was refreshing, just barely. Pool season is very close to being over!

So that’s three leaks fixed in the course of a week’s time. All I can say is, my water bill better be lower next month than it was last month! At least then there would be some satisfaction in knowing our house is using precious water resources as efficiently as possible. But excuse me for being sick and tired of seeing rocks and dirt being moved around.

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September 25, 2013

This is one of the reasons I miss New England – there’s usually weather to talk about.

Got an e-mail from my folks today about the final reunion of the Doolittle Raiders – and no, that’s not a football team. These were the brave heroes who launched B-25 bombers off the rolling deck of the aircraft carrier Hornet in the first attack of the Japanese mainland in early 1942 to boost American morale show the Japanese we weren’t going to let a disaster like Pearl Harbor keep us down. Can’t help but marvel at the kind of men this country produced back in those days – certainly a different breed of cat from the spoiled, girly half-men and quiche-eating wusses this country and its public school systems have produced.

…but that’s what you get when you put Baby Boomer feminists intent on destroying masculinity at every turn will do to you. There’s a great book about this, and it ought to be on everyone’s must-read list.

Hard not to vote Tiger Woods as the PGA Tour’s Player of the Year, but I’m guessing he’d give back any one of his five wins for a single major. Hard to believe he’s gone five whole seasons without a major win. Everyone seems to think if there’s ever a year where the major venues work in Tiger’s favor, it’s 2014, where Tiger has previously won at all the major venues.

…speaking of which, if you want to keep track of how many days until the 2014 Masters, here’s your link!

I enjoy the classical music Rhode Island’s WCRI plays – especially during autumn – but they don’t play enough Boccherini for my taste. But it’s fun to hear the weather forecast for Rhode Island and southeastern Connecticut. Makes me want to move to Newport or Mystic, Connecticut and leave the desert Southwest behind.

…but I’d sure miss my backyard, patio, and swimming pool. Next Monday is the big day – the nursery guys will be here to plant the new queens and another bush. I’m gonna try and get some pics for y’all.

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September 24, 2013

Ann Coulter’s not always my cup of tea, but she’s a damned gifted writer who can dispose of every myth the media has created about liberals and liberalism with just a few keystrokes of her poison keypad. She absolutely nails the so-called “common wisdom” the mainstream media portrays about liberals and liberalism in general here:

Americans unsure what to think about President Obama’s plans for Syria should remember that all military action undertaken by Democrats for the last half-century has led to utter disaster. (With the possible exception of the Village People’s “Y.M.C.A.” video, which I say still holds up.)

Democrats are gung-ho about deploying the U.S. military provided only that it will harm the national security interests of the United States, but vehemently oppose interventions that serve American interests.

Republican President Dwight Eisenhower, the supreme commander of the Allied forces in World War II, said he could conceive of no greater tragedy than the U.S. getting heavily involved in Vietnam. He sent aid to the anti-communist forces, but no troops.

Democratic President John F. Kennedy sent troops. But in short order he was conniving to assassinate South Vietnamese president Ngo Dinh Diem — also known as “our ally in the middle of the war.”

JFK’s brother, the Democratic attorney general, actually suggested that Americans donate blood to the North Vietnamese — or “our enemy” — as a gesture of good will. (Secretary of State John Kerry’s bold threat this week of an “unbelievably small” strike against Syria sounds positively macho by comparison.)

Kennedy’s successor, Lyndon B. Johnson, escalated the war in Vietnam in order to prove that Democrats could be trusted with national defense. Which they cannot. As journalist David Halberstam reported, LBJ would “talk to his closest political aides about the McCarthy days, of how Truman lost China and then the Congress and the White House, and how, by God, Johnson was not going to be the president who lost Vietnam and the Congress and the White House.”

LBJ sacrificed tens of thousands of American lives to try to make the Democrats look manly.

Nixon came in and honorably ended the Democrats’ disastrous handling of the Vietnam War by signing the Paris Peace Accords in January 1973. In return for the lousy terms we jammed down South Vietnam’s throat, America promised that, if the North attacked, the U.S. would resume bombing missions and military aid.

America hadn’t been humiliated — the left had to act fast! The media invented Watergate, Nixon was forced to resign and a crazily left-wing Congress was inaugurated. Just a month later, North Vietnam attacked the South, and the Democratic Congress turned its back on South Vietnam, betrayed an ally and trashed America’s word. (For Democrats, that’s a “victory.”)

In 1953, President Eisenhower assisted the Shah of Iran in removing loon Mohammad Mossadegh as prime minister. Mossadegh had been elected in the confusion after the assassination of the previous prime minister, whereupon he promptly nationalized Iran’s oil fields, driving out the British companies who knew how to run them, thus wiping out Iran’s primary source of wealth. With British and American help, the shah’s choice was installed as prime minister, and a friendly government ruled Iran.

Alas, 20 years later, Jimmy Carter became president. When Islamic fundamentalists staged a revolution in Iran, Carter refused to come to the aid of the shah, a staunch American ally. Liberals praised Ayatollah Khomeini to the skies — Carter’s U.N. ambassador Andrew Young, Princeton’s Richard Falk and LBJ attorney general Ramsey Clark all assured us that life would be peachy under him. What could go wrong?

The ayatollah had barely seized power when Islamic lunatics took 52 Americans hostage in Tehran, where they remained for 444 days, until Carter was safely removed from office.

By giving Islamic fanatics their first nation-state, Carter produced the global Islamofascist movement we’re still dealing with today.

For the next eight years, peace and freedom spread throughout the world as President Ronald Reagan destroyed the Soviet Union and restored America’s power. Liberals wailed and stamped their feet throughout this period.

In the face of mass starvation in Somalia, President George H.W. Bush sent troops to ensure that aid could get into the country. President Clinton came in and decided to convert this simple relief effort into an exercise in “nation-building.” In Somalia. Great idea.

In short order, the Muslim rebels killed some of our troops and dragged their corpses through the streets. Clinton instantly withdrew our entire military operation. (And then retired to the windowless hallway between the Oval Office and the kitchen area to contemplate and reflect.)

Years later, Osama bin Laden would laugh about America cutting and running from Somalia, noting how this show of weakness had encouraged his al-Qaida fighters.

Which led, like night into day, to … the 9/11 terrorist attacks. In response, President George W. Bush invaded Afghanistan and wiped out the Taliban and al-Qaida strongholds in a few months. Bush left a limited force behind to prevent a return of the terrorist training camps.

Most crucially, President Bush removed a monstrous dictator from Iraq and established the only Islamic democracy in the Middle East. Iraq’s Saddam Hussein had aided and sheltered terrorists, attempted to assassinate a former president of the United States, and horribly brutalized his own people, murdering a million of them, according to The New York Times — including with chemical weapons, far worse than anything Syrian president Bashar Assad is accused of doing.

Iraq became a beacon of hope for all Muslims still living under despotic regimes.

For absolutely no reason, with no objective and no concept of “victory,” Barack Obama came into office and massively escalated the number of troops in Afghanistan. When Bush left office, there had been only about 625 U.S. troop fatalities in the entire course of the Afghanistan War. Obama has quadrupled that to nearly 2,300 troop deaths today.

For no purpose whatsoever — no purpose, that is, other than fulfilling Obama’s idiotic campaign talking point about Afghanistan being a “war of necessity,” contrasted with Iraq, a potty little “war of convenience.” (At least Obama’s “credibility” on Afghanistan is still intact!)

Then Obama threw away our victory in Iraq. By withdrawing every last troop, Obama has allowed al-Qaida and Iran to overrun this one shining example of an Arab democracy. We have American troops stationed in Germany, Japan, Belgium, Africa, Norway (a notorious al-Qaida hotbed!), Singapore, Qatar, Diego Garcia, even little Djibouti. But no troops for you, Iraq!

Obama didn’t even have to do anything in Iraq! He only had to not remove all our troops.

Instead, Obama flung America’s prestige into removing the pro-Western Hosni Mubarak in Egypt. Mubarak supported U.S. policy, used his military to fight Muslim extremists and recognized Israel’s right to exist. Or as the left calls it: Three strikes and you’re out. The Muslim Brotherhood immediately seized control of Egypt, leading to this year’s military takeover. Can we bring Mubarak back?

Then Obama ordered air strikes in Libya against Moammar Gadhafi — after having someone at the United Nations sign his permission slip. The timing couldn’t have been better! Gadhafi had already agreed to give up his nuclear program after George W. Bush invaded Iraq. Seeing that, the Libyan strongman went whimpering to the British to ask if Bush was going to invade him, too.

The Iraq War turned every Middle Eastern despot into President Bush’s bitch. But now Obama is their bitch.

I know you liberals care more about free birth control than geopolitics, but if you keep electing Democrats, you’ll be getting fitted for burqas, not IUDs.

Not sure she’s right about Richard Nixon – he didn’t do anything to himself and his presidency that wasn’t deserved. But the Obama administration’s continued trampling of the Constitution and his murderous, lawless Attorney General make Nixon’s transgressions look like that of a choirboy.

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September 23, 2013

I’m telling you, I’m gonna be glad when this back yard project is over and I can return to the more mundane kind of activities like filling the tiki torches with lamp oil and staining the tiki bar and tiki statue – now those are my kind of weekend warrior tasks – not so much manual labor! This weekend was spent moving a lot of rocks and using my spade to dig up deep root watering stakes and track down drip lines and electrical lines to ensure that when the Whitfill Nursery guys come a week from today to plant two new queen palms that there is no confusion over where the water and electrical lines are – in this case time is money!

I never realized just how hard clearing a 8′ X 8′ square area of rocks, roots, and dirt would be. The three queen palms that used to inhabit that area left roots like you wouldn’t believe, and I just don’t have the right tools to clear the area properly. Nevertheless progress was made: I found two old drip lines that had never been used and late on Sunday yet another new leak that probably should have been identified by the Hawkeye Landscaping guy when he was here, but I’ll leave it to the Whitfill guys who will have their work cut out for them when it comes tome to plant the queen palms. Here’s a photo of what the area looks like currently:

The two holes to the left of the existing palm is where the new palms are going to go. The cardboard box is what I’m using to toss all the queen palm roots I’m digging up in.

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September 22, 2013

A big welcome to Autumn, which slinked in at 4:31 this morning. This is especially welcome, not because our temps are likely to drop precipitously for another couple of weeks, but because this long, hot summer in the Valley of the Sun was the hottest on record:

…the average temperature for June through August was 95.1 degrees.

That beats the previous average summer record high – 94.9 degrees in 2007. This year and the past two years account for 3 of the top 10 years, and the weather service says it’s due to urbanization.

The explanation is that overnight temperatures aren’t as low as they formerly were because the atmosphere in what’s called an “urban heat island” has a harder time radiating heat and cooling off.

The weather service reports that the 2013 average summer maximum temperature was 106.4 degrees while the average minimum was 83.7 degrees.

It certainly doesn’t help things that all our roads are being repaved in black coating instead of a lighter color. Seems to me growing up that lots of roads were paved in a kind of gray, almost white pavement, I can’t understand why they can’t do that here. Same thing with roof tiles, as I see lots of dark reds and oranges being used when it would make more sense to encourage the use of sunlight-reflecting materials and colors to counter the urban heat island effect. It’s hard to believe when old-timers around here (i.e., those who have lived here more than twenty-five years talk of summer nights being “cool”.

The pool has stayed quite swimmable with the nights staying so warm, but this week the nighttime temps will drop into the 60s, meaning the 86 degree temperature I took a swim in at 10 PM last night will soon be a memory. The days have been hot – right around 100 – and I can tell you it was damned hot moving dirt and rocks around in the back yard yesterday afternoon. But today and this week the daytime temps will be in the low 90s – not exactly “Arizona winter” just yet, but we’re getting damned close, that’s just 2 or 3 weeks away.

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September 21, 2013

I dunno. It’s really late and I cannot sleep. Work has been an absolute bitch this week, the Red Sox have clinched first place in the American League East, Tiger Woods is playing like crap, and I’ve got a ton of back yard work to do this weekend. To shut off my brain I’m going back in place and time to an early Pink Floyd song my late brother Mark and I absolutely loved. Atom Heart Mother (at the link you have to scroll back to the beginning for some reason) isn’t one of the Floyd’s most well-known songs, but for fans it’s pretty much universally loved. It’s everything you’d want a Floyd song to be: a whole album side long and not a little eclectic (OK, weird). It’s a song I’ve always associated with November in New England when the weather is cloudy and chilly, and the woods are fragrant with the smell of fallen leaves. If you’re so inclined, when you click on the link don’t be afraid to play it loud!

Atom Heart Mother is precious to me for another reason – I have a tape somewhere of my brother Mark practicing his drums to the way Floyd drummer Nick Mason played on both this song (especially starting around 09:00) as well as the final movement of “Alan’s Psychedelic Breakfast” from the same album (starting at 8:30). The album itself came out right around the time we first discovered Pink Floyd, in 1970, and Mark considered Nick Mason’s technique on Atom Heart Mother an inspiration for his work he would do in our band Top Priority. It’s hard to listen to this song and not hear Mark playing drums in our Tewksbury house cellar/recording studio to this song turned up loud so he could play along.

While most Floyd fans consider this a great piece of work – Dave Gilmour’s slide guitar work is truly incredible – it’s a sentiment that was never held by the band, which considered it basically a piece of crap. But the orchestration and the choir used throughout is really unique and and wo

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September 20, 2013

When I’m competing it’s all about performance.

Knowing what to hit and when to hit it.

Knowing my clubs and my ball will perform the way I need it to.

When I need it to.

Whether it be at The Ledges.

Or Portsmouth.

Or Trull Brook.

Or Wentworth-By-The-Sea.

Or Black Swan.

Or Superstition Springs.

Oh, and that 90 at Lone Tree. How could I forget? :-)

In 2013 I committed myself to surpass everything I ever dreamed of.

More practice.

More commitment.

Lower scoring.

To be the very best I could be.

…even if my partner flogged the dog during Goodboys weekend.

I used to play not to lose.

Now I play to win.

I play Callaway.

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