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The Liberal Porn of Michael Moore

The problem

Let's say you have an inordinate need for cheeseburgers but, like Wimpy, find yourself constantly short of the cash needed to support your corpulence.

Let's say you are stuck in a dead-end town in a dead-end life. All you have to your name is a borrowed bunch of movie equipment and not much skill in making movies.


Posted by Vanderleun Jun 28, 2007 11:15 AM | Comments (3)  | QuickLink: Permalink
When Bad News Is Good


Like many I subscribe to email services that promise to alert you to what is called "Breaking News." This is, one supposes going in, a service that will tell you when something important or earth-shattering happens. That way you'll be "in the know" right away.


Posted by Vanderleun Jun 26, 2007 10:07 AM | Comments (5)  | QuickLink: Permalink
Will the Sleepers Awake?

(May, 2002, New York City) Just before dawn in Brooklyn Heights a dream woke me. Far short of a nightmare, it was one of those troubled dreams where emblems of your past, present and perhaps future lives proliferate and chitter in an obscure but oddly familiar landscape. Unsettled but gratified, I dutifully scribbled notes for discussion later in the week with my therapist. I made the notes for fear of forgetting and for fear that I would again find myself at the therapist's with nothing to talk about that seemed worthy of discussion.

In the cities, in the professions, therapy is what we do. In a way, therapy is a token of having made it; having become so affluent that you can blow a lot of money examining the proposition "If you're so rich, why aren't you happy." My dawn fear was one of the many scrawny fears of "higher" civilization. Millions of Americans know, have known, or will know this petty little fear; the fear of having nothing to say, having nothing to think about. You've paid for the hour, the hour is "all about you," and yet this all this 'stuff,' your 'stuff', seems to you only shameful and small and not really worth discussing at all. Not with yourself and certainly not with a paid stranger.

Millions also know the off-the-shelf response to their complaint from the therapist. "It is your therapy and it is supposed to be all about you. It is in these petty and small details that you discover the larger truths that will, it is hoped, lead you into some future where, when all is understood, all is mollified, soothed, and finally forgiven." It is a palliative procedure that leads but to a palliated end -- forgiveness of the self by the self. Some time soon.

In our therapies, our confessions, or even our "sessions of sweet, silent thought," we seek this damp and thin forgiveness with a constant compulsion. We seek this forgiveness for the damp and thin things made of cardboard we have become in ever increasing numbers. We seek it because the culture we have created has expunged our myths, given us nothing larger than ourselves in place of them and, even though we might yearn for things larger than ourselves, there seems to be nothing but ourselves before us wherever we turn. It is a culture of fun-house mirrors. And so we work, in these reflections, with our stuff; our small lump of clay that we know will never be the stone of Mt. Rushmore. Lacking real stature, done with gods and heroes, we seek to purchase forgiveness for our smallness.

We seek it from the therapist, even though he will tell us it is ourselves that will forgive us. (Or, as he puts it, "understanding.") At times of trial, we seek it from our idea of God, even though our priests cannot be trusted and will tell us to "Go and sin no more." (Difficult advice to follow these days when you consider the some of the sources and their increasingly demented and God-shunning theologies.) We even, it seems, we seek forgiveness from our dreams.

But we wake up from dreams and the world awaits us, the world moving "on its metalled ways of time past and time future." And the work of the world is there to be done, whatever our roles in that work may be -- most of which are, if we were frank, absurd. For the world is no longer about ourselves at all, but pressingly, inevitably and enduringly about all the others with whom we share the world, its sordid and strange past, its perplexing present, and its unknowable future.

In our immediate orbit of work and family it is, in a sense, "our world" and is what we make it day by day. But our day is of course involved in a much larger world of ever expanding and overlapping circles where greater issues and duties than our small needs, fears and hopes hold sway, and ring the changes of our times, and open wide --just when we think we have nailed them shut -- the doors of history. It is at these times the larger circles of events and moments impinge on our small and pleasant worlds to draw our attention and allegiance to the large and looming issues that shape and shift the larger landscapes.

In these last eight months, I've been reading an inordinate number of books and articles on war and on history and on what the immediate future might bring. Like millions of other Americans, the 11th of September drew my attention in an immediate and violent manner. I've become, I think, both more thoughtful about the present state of the world as well as angry about America's unprepared condition when it was forced to return to history. Living here in Brooklyn directly across from the fire that was the World Trade Center, I've also become very sensitive to the sound of airplanes overhead. (A single engine plane is heading west to east at this moment, the sound fading to silence instead of an explosion so I assume that it is safe and being safely handled and tracked.) Indeed, it is usually airplanes overhead that wake me in the morning rather than dreams.

Smiling experts sitting knee to knee gazing into nation's morning teleprompters inform us that many New Yorkers have trouble sleeping these last months because we have "unresolved issues and anxieties." Hogwash as usual. Any anxieties we might have had strike me now as fully resolved. I like to think we simply know first hand that evil and enemies exist and how quickly these enemies can destroy your city, and that other Americans have yet to learn this lesson up close and personal. A lesson that I hope they will never learn, but one that I am resigned to seeing taught again in the near future, since many in my country seem not to have learned it yet, even those who stood in the ashes of all those who died in the Towers. In America in 2002 it still seems to me that we have an inordinate fondness for sleep, dreams and forgetting. After all, one of the primary things we habitually do with our dreams is to forget them upon waking.

All of which is a periphrastic way to say that, after waking and scribbling down the notes about the dream before they escaped me, my first thoughts went to a passage in a book I've been reading, "Culture and Carnage: Landmark Battles in the Rise of Western Power" by Victor Davis Hanson. This is a book in which historic and deadly encounters between nations and powers are detailed from the battle of Salamis in 480 BC to the Tet offensive in Vietnam.

Two days ago I read Hanson's chapter on the American torpedo bombers that attacked the Japanese fleet at the battle of Midway. The chapter makes it clear that these bombers and their American crews were, because of the obsolescence of the machines coupled with the heroic commitment of their crews, doomed to destruction from the outset, and that the crews knew this. Still their selfless courage in pressing their attack forward made the victory of Midway, and the turning of the tide in the Pacific during the opening year of America's Second World War, possible. It's a vivid account of sacrifice for the sake of a greater good and a larger victory.

But what came to my mind on waking today were not the details of the battle but of what Hanson writes as a kind of epitaph to the men of the torpedo bombers who sacrificed themselves:

"To the modern American at the millennium, these carrier pilots of more than a half century ago -- Massey, Waldron, and Lindsey last seen fighting to free themselves in a sea of flames as their planes were blasted apart by Zeros -- now appear as superhuman exemplars of what constituted heroism in the bleak months after the beginning of World War II. Even their names seem almost caricatures of an earlier stalwart American manhood -- Max Leslie, Lem Massey, Wade McClusky, Jack Waldron -- doomed fighters who were not all young eighteen-year-old conscripts, but often married and with children, enthusiastic rather than merely willing to fly their decrepit planes into a fiery end above the Japanese fleet, in a few seconds to orphan their families if need be to defend all that they held dear. One wonders if an America of suburban, video-playing Nicoles, Ashleys and Jasons shall ever see their like again."

"One wonders ... if we shall ever see their like again."

A light rain is falling on this street in Brooklyn Heights in this spring of 2002. Somewhere across the East River a fire still smolders deep underground. I would like to think that the kind of men described in that passage above can still be called up out of this nation in the numbers necessary to our tasks ahead. We've seen their like on horseback lately in Afghanistan, but these are our 'Special Forces,' limited in number. I'd also like to think that we have at last been woken from our long sleep of comfort, therapy, money, and ever-expanding special pleadings that have splintered us with the promise of bringing us together. Still I know the our national temptation is always to roll over, hit the snooze bar, and try to grab a few more years of rest even as the enemies of our world patiently plan to assault us again and again, convinced of the weakness of our Nicoles, Ashleys, and Jasons, and the culture which has created and coddles them.

Our enemies have, as they have shown, great patience. They have more patience than we have shown, and a far deeper commitment to attaining their dark goals. They are the Believers while we are still the Dreamers, waking only briefly to write down a few notes for discussion later in the week, during the hour when all that is threatening to us in this darkening world is really only the shadows of ourselves.

Posted by Vanderleun Jun 23, 2007 7:53 AM | Comments (12)  | QuickLink: Permalink
American Digest -- 4 Years Old... Maybe 5
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This June marks the 4th Anniversary of this page. My handy counters note 4,384,000 visits, 11,707 comments (weeded the spam), and 3,017 posts including this one. And, from way back in June, 2003, this list of things that ticked me off then: The Brand Extension Blight @ AMERICAN DIGEST . The list has only gotten longer.

But thanks to all for stopping by. None of you are on that list. [Well, maybe a few, and you know who you are.]


Posted by Vanderleun Jun 22, 2007 12:23 PM | Comments (10)  | QuickLink: Permalink
Climate Books Cooked?


Back in Chico, CA, local weatherman Anthony Watts is making big news in the global climate change discussion. Watts has been a fixture in the North State scene for many years, as broadcaster, renewable energy wonk, school board trustee, and lovable local crank.

He started investigating weather stations that are part of the United States Historical Climatology Network (USHCN), maintained by the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA). They provide the raw data that is used to calculate the increase in surface temperatures, at least in the US.

And some of them are poorly sited. The photo above is in Marysville, CA, and is improperly located near buildings, over asphalt, with several nearby sources of temperature distortion, including a metal cell tower, air conditioning exhaust vents, and a barbecue grill. The accompanying graph shows steadily increasing temperature readings.


The D.G.A.S. Election Phase

Monday brought us, as all tedious news days must, the MEGO news that Republican, Democratic Presidential Contests Strikingly Similar -- Fred Thompson surges into tie with John McCain. "Surges" to a "tie?" "Strikingly Similar?" Well, slap me silly, butter my biscuit, and wake me when its over.

There are times when I believe that the current "Long and Winding Road" tour of these Republican and Democrat plastic frogs huffing


Posted by Vanderleun Jun 20, 2007 9:45 AM | QuickLink: Permalink
Every Thorn Has a Rose
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  • "Five years ago, Middle Eastern extremists were killing Israelis and Americans. Today they are killing each other. Why is it that some people persist in claiming that Israel's and America's Middle East policy is a failure?" -- Alan Chamberlain

A friend in Israel notes that, during the previous week, whenever the television news would announce a possible ceasefire between the Palestinian factions of Hamas and Fatah, her husband would shout towards the television, "No! No! Don't do it!"


Posted by Vanderleun Jun 14, 2007 5:37 PM | Comments (6)  | QuickLink: Permalink
The Fiddler Now Steps to the Road

With "Welcome to The Fred File" the keenly anticipated Republican Great White Hope, Fred Thompson, has entered the blogosphere with a daily blog which so far has captured his most important statements to the Net of late. As Thompson lopes up to his launch date on July 4th, (as ably reported by Webutante ) this not only be the candidate's blog to watch, but also the blogroll to watch as one Thompson-pumping site after another pushes to be included in this impeccable list of blogs that actually matter.

So far Thompson's blogroll is off to a good start wisely listing the blogs that are likely to be of most use to Thompson. At the same time, it's a good selection of the blogs for whom Thompson might be of use as well. That's the point of blogrolling.


Posted by Vanderleun Jun 14, 2007 8:34 AM | Comments (2)  | QuickLink: Permalink
And the Most Despised Man in America Award Goes to... "Judge" Roy Pearson

"Judge" Roy Pearson!

We've all had experiences with big liars, but this schmuck is currently set to take away the Liar of the Decade Award. And like all who go for the big lie, it's little wonder he can rope in some other sad-sacks to augment his lie. And, true to the pattern of lies and, there's always a misty moment for crocodile tears in order that nobody dare doubt the "sincerity" of the lie. After all, if you can see the liar feels bad, that must mean he's telling the truth. Right? Right.

The latest inch of the slime trail exuding from "Judge and Lawyer" Roy Pearson in his legalized assault and battery on an immigrant Korean couple came yesterday with tears and his latest prop, a wheelchair bound woman:


Posted by Vanderleun Jun 14, 2007 6:22 AM | Comments (3)  | QuickLink: Permalink
Lefter Than Thou (Richer Too)

"Jack" Edwards gestures appropriately when announcing his "plan"

It's sometimes hard to know what to think of the sole surviving metrosexual from the Democrats' 2004 debacle, but not always.


Posted by Vanderleun Jun 8, 2007 11:39 AM | Comments (5)  | QuickLink: Permalink
Will I Blend?

Let's review. Perfect Saturday Summer afternoon..... but, well, there's loads of laundry to do, and the gardening is really backed up, and the car needs a waxing..... What to do?

This needs careful planning. I know, I shall get out my foremost planning tool, the blender.


Posted by Vanderleun Jun 2, 2007 5:02 PM | Comments (6)  | QuickLink: Permalink
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By Mail: Gerard Van der Leun | 6616-D Clark Road #176 | Paradise, CA 95969

Your Shower Is Lame, Your Dishwasher Doesn’t Work, and Your Clothes are Dirty

It’s not just about the showerhead.
The water pressure in our homes and apartments has been gradually getting worse for two decades, thanks to EPA mandates on state and local governments. This has meant that even with a good showerhead, the shower is not as good as it might be. It also means that less water is running through our pipes, causing lines to clog and homes to stink just slightly like the sewer. This problem is much more difficult to fix, especially because plumbers are forbidden by law from hacking your water pressure. | Foundation for Economic Education [HT: Never Yet Melted]

In 2016 the Western political system had a stroke.

The American political system is operating in the curious condition of being an impaired state.
It's not really thinking -- about China, Russia, Syria, Kurdistan. It's not really thinking about anything except half remembered slogans from 1968. Like a person afflicted by a stroke, it can't take a consistent view of external reality because it's regressing into atavisms by a loss of brain function. Impaired

Fake News. At the same time of the political putsch, the mainstream media outlets,

in particular the Washington Post, the New York Times, CNN, MSNBC, and the major networks, via broadcasts and social media, began an orchestrated campaign of defamation and delegitimization.
The crazier and more diverse the media mythologies, the better. Melania Trump was a former call girl and illegal alien. Ivanka Trump was peddling her business wares from the West Wing. Jared Kushner was a profiteering collusionist. Steve Bannon was a racist, Sebastian Gorka an unrepentant Nazi. Baron Trump was a spoiled, autistic child. The late elder Trump had run a racist campaign for mayor. And on and on. Resistance & Regime Change: Any Means Necessary – Lies, Leaks, Violence | National Review

Crime simply does not pay as well as politics or banking.

That may be the way to look at something like the Clinton Foundation and, coming soon, the Obama Foundation.
These are not explicitly criminal organizations, but they certainly play outside the spirit of the laws. Obama is out of office and prohibited from running again, but he still controls the Democratic party. The Clintons would be in charge, if not for the fact that the voters took their under boss out in the Tuesday Night Massacre, otherwise known as the presidential election. Even so, the Clinton Family is still a player. Late Phase Capitalism | The Z Blog

Bodymore, Murderville”

Most whites have become habituated to the reality of life in this part of the world.
Everyone, white and black, knows the reality on the street. The blacks with anything on the ball do exactly like the whites and that’s put distance between themselves and the black ghetto. That does not stop the Progressive maniacs from ranting about racism, but they do it from high up in the towers of their whites-only neighborhoods. As a result, no one hears them and so they can be ignored. The Killing Season | The Z Blog

New Blog Arriving Soon

Some have asked, "Gee whiz, Unca Gerard, where is that thar new blog you keeps a promisin'?"

I am hoping for sometime tonight. Hoping. We've been having some issues getting this winged dinosaur landed.

Drink Tea


Drink tea, together with your friends; pay attention to the tea, and to your friends, and pay attention to your friends paying attention to the tea. Therein lies the meaning of life. The Essence of Peopling

We would love to cut a deal with the noble indigenous peoples across the Earth—

you can have your Navajo panties and aboriginal dot paintings and every last freaking burrito on the planet so long as you give us back our computers and cell phones and cars and indoor plumbing and electricity and air conditioners. Deal?

If people go their separate ways such a divorce would be an astonishing defeat for the Left.

As late as 2016 it was possible to imagine an America led to a "progressive" future by Hillary Clinton;
an EU guiding all of Europe to a similar destiny and the G20 taking the whole world to the same destination. Indeed everyone told they were fated to follow an Arc of History. Yet after Brexit, Trump and G-Zero it is no longer possible to visualize this outcome. A blue-red division would confirm the failure to create a "progressive" world. No conceivable rollback will ever put Humpty Dumpty together again. Opportunity

Trump, Julius Caesar, and killing tyrants

The Roman lower classes, with whom Caesar was popular, became enraged that a small group of aristocrats had sacrificed Caesar. -- neoneocon

Execute Trump? Nah, You First.

Draining the swamp means not only ejecting Trump from the presidency,
but also bringing himself and everyone assisting in his agenda up on charges of treason. They must be convicted (there is little room to doubt their guilt). And then — upon receiving guilty verdicts — they must all be executed under the law. Impeachment Is No Longer Enough; Donald Trump Must Face Justice | HuffPost [Retreived from GoogleCache after it was expunged from the Huffington Post]

A bee in her bonnet


Thousands of bees took over a car in the UK and beekeepers are struggling to make them leave -
At first it wasn't clear why the bees chose the blue Nissan car and he and a colleague were trying to determine whether this was just a temporary stop or a new nesting site. But as the bees moved to the inside of the bonnet, filling every nook and cranny, things got more serious. "They're building a lot of wax in there now, and of course once they start doing that, they're reluctant to leave it, because it's the start of building a house. They put a lot of effort into producing the wax," Coulson told Hull Daily Mail. "I've got a feeling this might be their chosen permanent home."

[Bumped] "They send one of ours to the hospital, we send two of theirs to the morgue."

Baseball Shooter a Big Wake-Up Call for the Left | Roger L. SimonRobespierre is alive and well in 2017 USA.

This pathetic character in Alexandria is, now was, the left's ungoverned id. By any means necessary -- that's for sure. They will undoubtedly try to shove him under the rug as quickly as possible, just one more aberrant individual to be forgotten, just one obscure Bernie volunteer gone bad. Sanders did his best to separate himself within minutes of the revelation. Yes, it's undoubtedly true that this was just one rotten apple, but it's also true that only five years ago Bernie was recommending Venezuela -- now ground zero for starvation, kidnapping and murder -- as a path for us to emulate.

Greatest antitheft device when the thieves are millenials:

Man leads Jeffco deputies on low-speed chase in stolen flatbed truck after unable to get out of 1st gear The driver - later identified as 29-year-old Randy Dewayne Vert - refused to stop and continued driving south on Center Point Parkway, Christian said. Vert was apparently unfamiliar with the complexities of a modern manual transmission.

The natural impulse of a political system in institutional crisis is to dig in.

Too many institutions in the West remain decades after their birth, frozen in the moment of their creation.
NASA, the Southern Poverty Law Center, the university system and the United Nations rule us from the past. Public life has become a museum of memes from which nothing can escape without a mummy hand dragging the fugitive back into the darkened interior. It is perhaps no coincidence the two most popular leaders of the Western left, Jeremy Corbyn and Bernie Sanders, might credibly impersonate Boris Karloff. They are here to lead us back to 1968. Stuck

The Japanese. Nuked Too Much... or Trying to Get Their Mouths Around Fujiyama Volcano Plate


We put Japan's most phallic-looking roast beef meal into our mouth at VolcanoKitchen | SoraNews24
Since we’d already become somewhat desensitized to the initially unsettling sensation of peeling strips of meat off the top of the shaft, we mercilessly crushed the egg, sending viscous, gooey liquid running down to the base of the meat rod.

The power of the press is a figment of the imagination -- humbug --

Oscar Diggs behind the curtain projecting the image of Oz the Great and Powerful!
The Internet did not kill the power of the newspapers. It was suicide. And not just because most of them had Marxist editorials, editors, and reporters. Newspapers lost their sense of community -- and their credibility -- when the heirs to hometown publishers didn't want the paper, sold it to a chain for $1,000 per subscriber to a chain -- Gannett, Knight-Ridder, Thomson -- and moved on. Don Surber: Craigslist killed newspapers

When terrorists enter your children’s school and begin to execute them...

will the gun ban (you favored) in school that prevented abiding staff and teachers from saving your child, come to mind as a good idea?
If the answer to any or all of these and many more reasonable questions, is 'yes,' then you may be a delusional liberal, and likely a coward, and almost as big a threat to our nation as the terrorists who are at war with us." - Morgan K. Freeberg

"Happy birthday, Mr. President...."


First truth which has been grounded into dust, must spring forth from the earth again.

At the present time . . .he who practices loving-kindness is esteemed and sought after, while he who champions the truth in word and in deed is persecuted and shunned. 
For men desire to base their affairs on everything except the one incorruptible truth which has been set down before us by God , and therefore these affairs have no permanent value . . . only when love and truth meet together, only when men come to understand that the highest act of loving-kindness is to bring men to know and practice the truth, only then will the marriage of love and truth produce that condition on earth in which everyone and everything will occupy the place which has been assigned to it by the will of God. Truth and Peace - Men Of The West

What happened to Nuclear Winter?


As the media glare faded, its robust scenario appeared less persuasive;
John Maddox, editor of Nature, repeatedly criticized its claims; within a year, Stephen Schneider, one of the leading figures in the climate model, began to speak of "nuclear autumn." It just didn't have the same ring. A final media embarrassment came in 1991, when Carl Sagan predicted on Nightline that Kuwaiti oil fires would produce a nuclear winter effect, causing a "year without a summer," and endangering crops around the world. Sagan stressed this outcome was so likely that "it should affect the war plans." None of it happened. Raconteur Report: Aliens Cause Global Warming by Michael Crichton

If it's consensus, it isn't science. If it's science, it isn't consensus.

I regard consensus science as an extremely pernicious development that ought to be stopped cold in its tracks.
Historically, the claim of consensus has been the first refuge of scoundrels; it is a way to avoid debate by claiming that the matter is already settled. Consensus is the business of politics. Science, on the contrary, requires only one investigator who happens to be right, which means that he or she has results that are verifiable by reference to the real world. The greatest scientists in history are great precisely because they broke with the consensus. - - Woodpile Report

Joe Biden’s niece dodges jail after $100K credit card scam

She walks on a major felony? Of course she did. And who believes she'll keep her end of the deal? In her defense, we're assured she's "a very complicated girl who has a lot of feelings and a lot of issues." Oh ... okay. That explains everything. Hugs from all the little people. Woodpile Report

Why is English so weirdly different from other languages?

There is exactly one language on Earth whose present tense requires a special ending only in the third‑person singular.
I’m writing in it. I talk, you talk, he/she talk-s – why just that? The present‑tense verbs of a normal language have either no endings or a bunch of different ones (Spanish: hablo, hablas, habla). And try naming another language where you have to slip do into sentences to negate or question something. Do you find that difficult? | Aeon Essays

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