Saturday, September 24, 2005

Fuel to the fire

If it's not appalling enough how high gas prices are getting, now you need to fill up twice. I've discovered that most gas stations have a limit of $50 that you can charge on a single credit card transaction. Maybe it's always been that way, but nothing you ever had to deal with when gas was $1.50 per gallon. One Mobil station last week had a little posted sign saying that it was for my protection from fraud and theft. All I needed to do, it said, was initiate a second transaction if the pump shut off before my tank was full.

It's been costing about $62 to fill my tank. My repulsion is only intensified by having to insert my credit card twice, enter my zip code twice, and stuff two little receipts into my wallet. Frankly, if I was a thief filling my ride using my newly-stolen credit card, and I got the first tank to work, why couldn't I just do it again? Just like the guy I stole the card from has to. How is this crap for my protection? Do they think it's a stalling technique? Like in the tense moment the thief is forced to reswipe the stolen card, Citibank is on the horn with the cashier saying, "Just keep him busy, Sanjiv, we're on our way."

At a deeper level, even though I am disgusted by the price of gas, I am secretly hopeful and kind of excited. Maybe this will be the catalyst to obsolete gasoline in favor of hydrogen. My desire to turn every oil-rich, terrorist-harboring, Middle East country back into a blowing wasteland of penniless nomads is enough for me to consider alternative fuels. If it takes Jack and Jill Middleclass paying $5 a gallon to finally bury the sheiks, I say, "gimme four credit card receipts." Let's get 'er done.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The Fall of Tivo and a whole lotta love

It must be Fall. You can tell by the sudden influx of programmed recordings queued up in Tivo. Biggest Loser, Desperate Housewives, The Apprentice and Prison Break...all lined up in neat, soul-sucking order as far as the calendar can see.

I got a new iPod, I got a new iPod! As if the digital music Gods were watching over me, just as I maxed out my 15GB version about a month ago (something I never fathomed I could do when I first got it last year), I fulfilled the requirements of a promotion and received a new, bigger iPod. I was expecting a 20GB model (as advertised), but, much to my glorious surprise, I was sent a 60GB color version...the king of the friggin' iPod hill.

I'm busy "cloning" my old iPod tracks over to the new one now...a painstakingly slow process...and I'll still have 45GB of space. You gotta be kidding me! What's better, Lori now gets to experience iPod life with my 15-gigger. She had been wanting a modest Shuffle for Christmas, but that holds a measly 200 or so songs. Let's see how 4,000 songs fits her, eh? There is a somewhat bitter aftertaste about the fact that it's another hand-me-down, just like the Pathfinder was. But I feel it's my responsibility to try these things first...clear the way for her, you know? Like the mama bird that eats the worms and then lovingly regurgitates them to her young in small, palatable, frothy form.

It's all about the love.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

An open love letter to my wife

I thought it was worth relaying to anyone reading this blog that I, after more than eight years of marriage and more than a decade of knowing her, love Lori more than ever.

This point was reinforced again tonight when I called to reluctantly inform her that I would be spending yet another late night at the office (I'm still here now). Lori took it in stride and, with a smile in her voice, encouraged me to grab a brief nap (I'm coming off a 2am night last night).

It was a simple gesture and, admittedly, not every late night has been greeted with such ready understanding. But I know Lori and I are true partners. I am reminded of it when she shows me the girls' homework every night, giving me a daily recap of their endeavors - helping me remain connected to their goings-on despite my workload. I am reminded when she coordinates all family activities and trips, minimizing my decision-making burden to a simple yes, no, now or later. :)

And I am reminded on weekends like this last one as we walk the halls of model homes, connected by the common goal of buying a house - the voices of our children flowing from just around the corner as they lay giggling claim to their bedrooms. At those moments, I am given access to a window upon the next ten, twenty and forty years of my life. I see all the milestones, major and minor. In the vision of each, my wife is there. Yin to my yang, right hand to my left.

With the uncertainty and change all of us are involuntarily susceptible to, I do not take for granted - not for a moment - just everything Lori does to enrich my life and those of Emelie and Sydney. She is an extraordinary woman to whom I am eternally dedicated.

I love you, Lori.

Monday, September 05, 2005

Bailing out

I don't think I've ever used this forum to get terribly political. Or certainly to reproduce forwarded email journalism and commentary. But this one deserves dissemination. I couldn't have said it more plainly or eloquently:

An Unnatural Disaster: A Hurricane Exposes the Man-Made Disaster of the Welfare State

by Robert Tracinski
Sep 02, 2005

It has taken four long days for state and federal officials to figure out how to deal with the disaster in New Orleans. I can't blame them, because it has also taken me four long days to figure out what is going on there. The reason is that the events there make no sense if you think that we are confronting a natural disaster.

If this is just a natural disaster, the response for public officials is obvious: you bring in food, water, and doctors; you send transportation to evacuate refugees to temporary shelters; you send engineers to stop the flooding and rebuild the city's infrastructure. For journalists, natural disasters also have a familiar pattern: the heroism of ordinary people pulling together to survive; the hard work and dedication of doctors, nurses, and rescue workers; the steps being taken to clean up and rebuild.

Public officials did not expect that the first thing they would have to do is to send thousands of armed troops in armored vehicle, as if they are suppressing an enemy insurgency. And journalists--myself included--did not expect that the story would not be about rain, wind, and flooding, but about rape, murder, and looting.

But this is not a natural disaster. It is a man-made disaster.

The man-made disaster is not an inadequate or incompetent response by federal relief agencies, and it was not directly caused by Hurricane Katrina. This is where just about every newspaper and television channel has gotten the story wrong.

The man-made disaster we are now witnessing in New Orleans did not happen over the past four days. It happened over the past four decades. Hurricane Katrina merely exposed it to public view.

The man-made disaster is the welfare state.

For the past few days, I have found the news from New Orleans to be confusing. People were not behaving as you would expect them to behave in an emergency--indeed, they were not behaving as they have behaved in other emergencies. That is what has shocked so many people: they have been saying that this is not what we expect from America. In fact, it is not even what we expect from a Third World country.

When confronted with a disaster, people usually rise to the occasion. They work together to rescue people in danger, and they spontaneously organize to keep order and solve problems. This is especially true in America. We are an enterprising people, used to relying on our own initiative rather than waiting around for the government to take care of us. I have seen this a hundred times, in small examples (a small town whose main traffic light had gone out, causing ordinary citizens to get out of their cars and serve as impromptu traffic cops, directing cars through the intersection) and large ones (the spontaneous response of New Yorkers to September 11).

So what explains the chaos in New Orleans?

To give you an idea of the magnitude of what is going on, here is a description from a Washington Times story:

"Storm victims are raped and beaten; fights erupt with flying fists, knives and guns; fires are breaking out; corpses litter the streets; and police and rescue helicopters are repeatedly fired on.

"The plea from Mayor C. Ray Nagin came even as National Guardsmen poured in to restore order and stop the looting, carjackings and gunfire....

"Last night, Gov. Kathleen Babineaux Blanco said 300 Iraq-hardened Arkansas National Guard members were inside New Orleans with shoot-to-kill orders.

" 'These troops are...under my orders to restore order in the streets,' she said. 'They have M-16s, and they are locked and loaded. These troops know how to shoot and kill and they are more than willing to do so if necessary and I expect they will.' "

The reference to Iraq is eerie. The photo that accompanies this article shows National Guard troops, with rifles and armored vests, riding on an armored vehicle through trash-strewn streets lined by a rabble of squalid, listless people, one of whom appears to be yelling at them. It looks exactly like a scene from Sadr City in Baghdad.

What explains bands of thugs using a natural disaster as an excuse for an orgy of looting, armed robbery, and rape? What causes unruly mobs to storm the very buses that have arrived to evacuate them, causing the drivers to drive away, frightened for their lives? What causes people to attack the doctors trying to treat patients at the Super Dome?

Why are people responding to natural destruction by causing further destruction? Why are they attacking the people who are trying to help them?

My wife, Sherri, figured it out first, and she figured it out on a sense-of-life level. While watching the coverage last night on Fox News Channel, she told me that she was getting a familiar feeling. She studied architecture at the Illinois Institute of Chicago, which is located in the South Side of Chicago just blocks away from the Robert Taylor Homes, one of the largest high-rise public housing projects in America. "The projects," as they were known, were infamous for uncontrollable crime and irremediable squalor. (They have since, mercifully, been demolished.)

What Sherri was getting from last night's television coverage was a whiff of the sense of life of "the projects." Then the "crawl"--the informational phrases flashed at the bottom of the screen on most news channels--gave some vital statistics to confirm this sense: 75% of the residents of New Orleans had already evacuated before the hurricane, and of the 300,000 or so who remained, a large number were from the city's public housing projects. Jack Wakeland then gave me an additional, crucial fact: early reports from CNN and Fox indicated that the city had no plan for evacuating all of the prisoners in the city's jails--so they just let many of them loose. There is no doubt a significant overlap between these two populations--that is, a large number of people in the jails used to live in the housing projects, and vice versa.

There were many decent, innocent people trapped in New Orleans when the deluge hit--but they were trapped alongside large numbers of people from two groups: criminals--and wards of the welfare state, people selected, over decades, for their lack of initiative and self-induced helplessness. The welfare wards were a mass of sheep--on whom the incompetent administration of New Orleans unleashed a pack of wolves.

All of this is related, incidentally, to the apparent incompetence of the city government, which failed to plan for a total evacuation of the city, despite the knowledge that this might be necessary. But in a city corrupted by the welfare state, the job of city officials is to ensure the flow of handouts to welfare recipients and patronage to political supporters--not to ensure a lawful, orderly evacuation in case of emergency.

No one has really reported this story, as far as I can tell. In fact, some are already actively distorting it, blaming President Bush, for example, for failing to personally ensure that the Mayor of New Orleans had drafted an adequate evacuation plan. The worst example is an execrable piece from the Toronto Globe and Mail, by a supercilious Canadian who blames the chaos on American "individualism." But the truth is precisely the opposite: the chaos was caused by a system that was the exact opposite of individualism.

What Hurricane Katrina exposed was the psychological consequences of the welfare state. What we consider "normal" behavior in an emergency is behavior that is normal for people who have values and take the responsibility to pursue and protect them. People with values respond to a disaster by fighting against it and doing whatever it takes to overcome the difficulties they face. They don't sit around and complain that the government hasn't taken care of them. They don't use the chaos of a disaster as an opportunity to prey on their fellow men.

But what about criminals and welfare parasites? Do they worry about saving their houses and property? They don't, because they don't own anything. Do they worry about what is going to happen to their businesses or how they are going to make a living? They never worried about those things before. Do they worry about crime and looting? But living off of stolen wealth is a way of life for them.

The welfare state--and the brutish, uncivilized mentality it sustains and encourages--is the man-made disaster that explains the moral ugliness that has swamped New Orleans. And that is the story that no one is reporting.

Source: TIA Daily -- September 2, 2005

Saturday, September 03, 2005

Walking on sunshine

I don't think Katrina and the Waves will be playing a reunion concert in New Orleans anytime soon, do you?

Friday, September 02, 2005

Drive time

Tonight I saw a "homeless person" stalking the offramp traffic near my office. I was returning from a meeting at about 5:30. That exit ramp usually sports a panhandler a few days a week. Tonight, the man there was reasonably dressed, but still grubby enough to validate his apparent street cred. His cardboard box sign read "My Ferrari is out of gas. Please help."

So he's a funny bum. First, I wanted to congratulate the guy for his creativity -- for avoiding the ubiquitous "will work for food", or "veteran needs to eat", or "god bless." I'm sure he thought he'd be rewarded for his sense of humor. And maybe some haughty OC denizens threw him a few rubles. But all I could think was, if you're smart enough to come up with that approach, you're smart enough to fill out an application at the McDonalds 400 yards away.

Can you say "backfire"?

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Two nights ago, I stopped by our company's storage shed on the way home. As I entered my access code and drove through the gate, I saw a large RV trailer parked along the wall to my left. I thought nothing of it since there are often rental trucks and other vehicles that park in the little alcove there. But as I drove by to our interior unit, I saw that there were people inside the trailer. There was a warm orange light inside and three or four guys cavorting about. What's more, there were a half dozen lawn chairs arranged along the asphalt in front of the trailer, cordoned off by orange pylons topped with flickering candles. It looked downright homey. Part campsite, part Hollywood movie set.

Fact is, I have no idea why they were there. It's been kind of bugging me for a few nights now. I've been tempted to go back and see if they're still there.

Makes me wonder if I can buy a used trailer and pay $300 a month to live inside a gated Shurgard facility. Could be the cheap way to home ownership.