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From Today's NY Times

By MARK MAZZETTI

Published: January 20, 2007
WASHINGTON, Jan. 19 — The new chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee on Friday sharply criticized the Bush administration’s increasingly combative stance toward Iran, saying that White House efforts to portray it as a growing threat are uncomfortably reminiscent of rhetoric about Iraq before the American invasion of 2003.   

Senator John D. Rockefeller IV, the West Virginia Democrat who took control of the committee this month, said that the administration was building a case against Tehran even as American intelligence agencies still know little about either Iran’s internal dynamics or its intentions in the Middle East.

“To be quite honest, I’m a little concerned that it’s Iraq again,” Senator Rockefeller said during an interview in his office. “This whole concept of moving against Iran is bizarre.”

Mr. Rockefeller was biting in his criticism of how President Bush has dealt with the threat of Islamic radicalism since the Sept. 11 attacks, saying he believed that the campaign against international terrorism was “still a mystery” to the president.

“I don’t think he understands the world,” Mr. Rockefeller said.

Here’s the link to the whole story:

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/20/washington/20intel.html

 I finally FEEL like the Democrats won the election. 

Official notice

I have now officially lost my mind.

I’m not sure of the exact moment when I became clinically psychotic, but I think it’s been rather recently.

I stayed up all night last night rearranging my furniture, objects d’art, paintings, toys, rugs — everything in the house.

Worse, I often moved a piece of furniture or a rug (requiring the move of much furniture) and then moved it back where it was. 

After I’ve been such a very good boy for so very long, I’m sure that when I lost my mind was sometime before I went to Best Buy and bought a shelf stereo system and a new alarm clock.  I haven’t put $200 on a credit card since mid summer.  What was I thinking?

Well, one thing I was thinking was that the old stereo and alarm clock were broken and no longer working and needed replacement, but I was waiting patiently until the money came in before buying that stuff.  Until I didn’t wait any more.  Got any idea what it’s like to be snowed in with no music?

Well, I could play music through this laptop, but it just wasn’t the same.

I’m smoking again.

More evidence of a completely unsound mind.

Now, I just have to start over.

Shit.

I have a lifesized standup cutout photo of George W. Bush in my living room, which I think is hilarious, but it’s also pathological.

I’ve dragged out all my old childhood toys, Erector set, electric Lionel train, and arranged them in my bedroom.  Since no women are coming into my bedroom these days, what the hell?  At least no one will be frightened by my fraternity pledge paddle and BB pistol.

Psychotic regression into childhood.

The house still isn’t put back together and, in fact, some parts of it are torn all to shit, but as I lose this manic phase and slide down into exhaustion and confusion, I don’t care.

Can we say “bipolar” boys and girls?  Sure we can.  “Bye-pole-are”.  See, that was easy.

That was a lot of crap to go through just to avoid working on my taxes, don’t you think?

Well, it’s been nice talking to you, but I have things to do.  Which walls will I smear with my own feces?  Can you overdose on Crestor, a cholesterol medicine?  Is Sinatra really talking to me and telling me to kill the dogs next door?  If I remain naked in one room, filling milk bottles with urine, will Katherine Hepburn come help me? You know, the usual stuff that everyone considers in the middle of a Friday afternoon.

More Political drivel

I’ve posted a lot in the past two days, so if you’re not interested in my off the top of my head political opinions, just drop down a little and maybe something else will interest you.

So, they’re introducing Senate bills about Iraq.  Most are non-binding resolutions.  One plan is to pass a cap on the number of troops in Iraq.  Another plan is an outright rejection of a troop increase, using the word “escalation”.  Repeal or amendment of the prior war resolutions is in the mill. There’s talk of funding cuts and/or other “power of the purse” solutions.  The Republicans even have a resolution backing presidential power to pursue the war.

From the White House point of view, it’s hard to understand, it seems.

This White House has always been interested in restoring the power of the presidency to some Nixonian Pre-Watergate imperial status.  The war on terror, not the war on Iraq, is what gives this president his extraordinary powers, in their view.  You can’t stop him from doing what he wants in Iraq because his powers within the war on terror are so great that Congress is irrelevant compared to the presidency.  It’s the president who holds all the commander in chief and diplomat in chief and law officer in chief powers.  The Constitution,  in their view, puts all the cards in his hand.

You see, presidents have enormous, almost unimaginable power considering the wealth and military strength of the United States.  This is in ordinary times.  We are in the middle of a war on terror and a war on drugs and these wars are overseas and are therefore presidential wars.  This president, as a wartime president, has dictatorial powers to run roughshod over the Bill of Rights and even the ancient Writ of Habeas Corpus.  He doesn’t have to listen to Congress OR ANYONE.  That’s right, not even the people unless they want to try an armed rebellion.

And, look at his alternatives.

Let’s say he gives in to some kind of compromise with the Congress and the supposed will of the American people expressed in the last election.  Then, where will he and his presidency be?

Think he’d have any luck with a domestic agenda what with his 30 percent approval rating and lame duck status?

Jimmy Carter’s “malaise”.  Clinton’s “I’m still relevant.”  Poppy’s last two years after giving in to a tax increase.  Not for this boy.

As things stand now, maybe he will and maybe he won’t end up being adjudged a bungler. There will always be an argument, a “what if?”. If he gives up, he’ll be both a bungler and a quitter.

If he sets his chin and thinks with the same absolutist black and white dry drunk thinking he’s done all along, ignoring polls entirely and Congress mostly, he can hold onto enormous and unimaginable power (and hope the economy stays good enough to keep people from going to the barricades with pitchforks and torches, a decent bet).

If he does anything else, fahgettaboutit.

Only a forced castration will change George W. Bush’s Iraq policy, in my opinion.

Oh, the humanity!

From Erika West’s Karmic Ironies blog:

I’m never going to be in a relationship again. Too draining. I’ve given away everything I have to give. I’m 27 and bitter and done.

So, what does she do about it?

I downloaded the free ten-day trial of Warcraft, so guess what I’m doing today, besides drinking wine at 1:05 pm!

I’m glad to know I’m not the only blogger with a screwed up lovelife.  I also wish I knew what the hell “Warcraft” is so that I could try that.  Sounds remarkably like relationships, if you catch my drift.

From Today's New York Times. Oh, the humanity!

Published: January 17, 2007
The human mind isn’t very well equipped to make sense of a figure like $1.2 trillion. We don’t deal with a trillion of anything in our daily lives, and so when we come across such a big number, it is hard to distinguish it from any other big number. Millions, billions, a trillion — they all start to sound the

The way to come to grips with $1.2 trillion is to forget about the number itself and think instead about what you could buy with the money. When you do that, a trillion stops sounding anything like millions or billions.

For starters, $1.2 trillion would pay for an unprecedented public health campaign — a doubling of cancer research funding, treatment for every American whose diabetes or heart disease is now going unmanaged and a global immunization campaign to save millions of children’s lives.

Combined, the cost of running those programs for a decade wouldn’t use up even half our money pot. So we could then turn to poverty and education, starting with universal preschool for every 3- and 4-year-old child across the country. The city of New Orleans could also receive a huge increase in reconstruction funds.

The final big chunk of the money could go to national security. The recommendations of the 9/11 Commission that have not been put in place — better baggage and cargo screening, stronger measures against nuclear proliferation — could be enacted. Financing for the war in Afghanistan could be increased to beat back the Taliban’s recent gains, and a peacekeeping force could put a stop to the genocide in Darfur.

All that would be one way to spend $1.2 trillion. Here would be another:

The war in Iraq.

In the days before the war almost five years ago, the Pentagon estimated that it would cost about $50 billion. Democratic staff members in Congress largely agreed. Lawrence Lindsey, a White House economic adviser, was a bit more realistic, predicting that the cost could go as high as $200 billion, but President Bush fired him in part for saying so.

These estimates probably would have turned out to be too optimistic even if the war had gone well. Throughout history, people have typically underestimated the cost of war, as William Nordhaus, a Yale economist, has pointed out.

But the deteriorating situation in Iraq has caused the initial predictions to be off the mark by a scale that is difficult to fathom. The operation itself — the helicopters, the tanks, the fuel needed to run them, the combat pay for enlisted troops, the salaries of reservists and contractors, the rebuilding of Iraq — is costing more than $300 million a day, estimates Scott Wallsten, an economist in Washington.

That translates into a couple of billion dollars a week and, over the full course of the war, an eventual total of $700 billion in direct spending.

The two best-known analyses of the war’s costs agree on this figure, but they diverge from there. Linda Bilmes, at the Kennedy School of Government at Harvard, and Joseph Stiglitz, a Nobel laureate and former Clinton administration adviser, put a total price tag of more than $2 trillion on the war. They include a number of indirect costs, like the economic stimulus that the war funds would have provided if they had been spent in this country.

Mr. Wallsten, who worked with Katrina Kosec, another economist, argues for a figure closer to $1 trillion in today’s dollars. My own estimate falls on the conservative side, largely because it focuses on the actual money that Americans would have been able to spend in the absence of a war. I didn’t even attempt to put a monetary value on the more than 3,000 American deaths in the war.

Besides the direct military spending, I’m including the gas tax that the war has effectively imposed on American families (to the benefit of oil-producing countries like Iran, Russia and Saudi Arabia). At the start of 2003, a barrel of oil was selling for $30. Since then, the average price has been about $50. Attributing even $5 of this difference to the conflict adds another $150 billion to the war’s price tag, Ms. Bilmes and Mr. Stiglitz say.

The war has also guaranteed some big future expenses. Replacing the hardware used in Iraq and otherwise getting the United States military back into its prewar fighting shape could cost $100 billion. And if this war’s veterans receive disability payments and medical care at the same rate as veterans of the first gulf war, their health costs will add up to $250 billion. If the disability rate matches Vietnam’s, the number climbs higher. Either way, Ms. Bilmes says, “It’s like a miniature Medicare.”

In economic terms, you can think of these medical costs as the difference between how productive the soldiers would have been as, say, computer programmers or firefighters and how productive they will be as wounded veterans. In human terms, you can think of soldiers like Jason Poole, a young corporal profiled in The New York Times last year. Before the war, he had planned to be a teacher. After being hit by a roadside bomb in 2004, he spent hundreds of hours learning to walk and talk again, and he now splits his time between a community college and a hospital in Northern California.

Whatever number you use for the war’s total cost, it will tower over costs that normally seem prohibitive. Right now, including everything, the war is costing about $200 billion a year.

Treating heart disease and diabetes, by contrast, would probably cost about $50 billion a year. The remaining 9/11 Commission recommendations — held up in Congress partly because of their cost — might cost somewhat less. Universal preschool would be $35 billion. In Afghanistan, $10 billion could make a real difference. At the National Cancer Institute, annual budget is about $6 billion.

“This war has skewed our thinking about resources,” said Mr. Wallsten, a senior fellow at the Progress and Freedom Foundation, a conservative-leaning research group. “In the context of the war, $20 billion is nothing.”

As it happens, $20 billion is not a bad ballpark estimate for the added cost of Mr. Bush’s planned surge in troops. By itself, of course, that price tag doesn’t mean the surge is a bad idea. If it offers the best chance to stabilize Iraq, then it may well be the right option.

But the standard shouldn’t simply be whether a surge is better than the most popular alternative — a far-less-expensive political strategy that includes getting tough with the Iraqi government. The standard should be whether the surge would be better than the political strategy plus whatever else might be accomplished with the $20 billion.

This time, it would be nice to have that discussion before the troops reach Iraq.

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Proverbs

In my youth, I sought only knowledge.  I was, as young men are apt to be, arrogant enough to believe I could become a modern Rennaisance Man.

Later, I sought only pleasure and spent many years in the vinyards of drunkenness.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve sought wisdom.

Seeking wisdom, I’ve wisely looked to those who came before me.

Here’s a selection from Proverbs, Chapter 22, verse 14, that seems to apply to my relationship dilemma:

“The mouth of a loose (“strange” is an alternate translation) woman is a deep pit; he with whom the Lord is angry falls into it.”

OK, that’s just a joke and a misogynist one at that.

Here’s the Proverb verse that really caught my eye and it seems political in these days of the Bush Administration’s connections to the religious right and tax cuts for the wealthy:

Proverbs 22:16

“Oppressing the poor in order to enrich oneself, and giving to the rich, will lead only to loss.”

NOTE: Despite the misogyny of the prior verse, Proverbs depicts Wisdom as a woman crying out in the streets to her children.  Interesting, eh?  She is often offset with the “strange” woman or a prostitute and is sometimes identified as Dame Folly.  Proverbs is kind of a home school textbook and was taught to young men on their way to rabbinical schuls because its rhyme scheme was easy to remember.

Post Script:  Here’s a note for only the truely and sincerely whack jobs like me.  Proverbs is often attributed to Soloman, but it’s very unlikely he actually wrote much of it and he’s only used as a symbol of wise Jewish leaders.  There were clearly several authors and it was collected and edited after the Babylonian exile.  The part that really fascinates me (and the redoubtable Skip Largent, no doubt) is how much this book of the Old Testament owes to the Egyptian sage Amen-em-ope and it seems clear that a lot of Proverbs is cribbed directly from his observations.  So much for inerrancy and divine inspiration, what?

Sliding into home

I literally slid into an AA meeting tonight and JUST IN TIME.

It’s been awhile since I got to a meeting as a result of the weather, so I really needed a good meeting. I also had to get out of the house today.

I’ve enjoyed my sloth and enjoyed being slovenly.  Who doesn’t enjoy a good sloven every now and again?

Now I’ve been waaaaay too deep into my own head, taken naps and watched several really good films.  Big, by the way, held up the best, but who can criticize Groundhog Day, Airplane and Ferris Beuller’s Day Off?  I still guffaw at Airplane’s silly visual puns and sing along with Ferris at the end of that movie.  I don’t know, it’s just that there’s something so sweet and good about Penny Marshall’s direction and Tom Hanks’ performance. 

For some reason, my diet has taken the biggest hit here on the homefront.  I have eaten so unhealthy, so random, it’s incredible.  I’ve eaten everything on crackers and anything chocolate.  I’ve microwaved and … well, I’m not making cheese sandwiches with an iron like Johnny Depp in Benny and June, but close.  I’ve got to get some decent meals in me STAT!

Mostly, I’ve had hot drinks.  Pots of coffee and urns of hot tea and cup after cup of hot chocolate.  I’ve even got the little marshmellows to put in the hot chocolate.

Sinatra’s been telling  me about this great idea that he has.  He thinks I should crumble some more bread outside and when the birds come to eat it,  let him out.  He thinks this is a very very good idea and one which should be implemented immediately, what am I waiting for NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW.

The fact that I know as an absolutely certainty what the cat is saying to me is a testament to the fact that I’ve been in the house too much lately.

 

Groundhog Day

I watched the Bill Murray movie, Groundhog Day, last night.  Not sure that was the best film for my present circumstances.  bill goes to the groundhog day festivities and gets caught in the small town by a blizzard and caught in a Feb. 2 timewarp in which he repeats the day over and over.  Sounds a little familiar.  Can’t get out because of the weather and every day seems like the one just before.

I’ve been on a journey to the most dangerous place in the universe:  between my ears.

Talked to Little Miss Sunshine today about sex, love and relationships.  During this confab, I noticed that I’ve dated women in every age category from 20 to 60 except one:  age 35-40.  I wondered if that was just chance or if there were another explanation.  LMS says it’s because women that age are interested in children, marriage and career and a guy like me just is not on their agenda/radar.  Plausable and interesting response.  I wonder if other readers agree.

Seems like some female OCU night law school aspirant would snap me up.

I don’t know.

I also have been radically rethinking my relationships.  I wonder if I’ve been dating similar women, even if I’ve focused on their differences rather than their similarities.  I wonder if the bubbly younger women, the desperate divorcees in their 40s and the accomplished 50 somethings might all be the same wounded girl on her arc from youth through middle age.  What do you think?

Again, LMS’s input:  John’s wounded and only wounded women will be interested; unwounded ones want nothing to do with those of us who are wounded.

Again, not the most optimistic and hopeful response from Little Miss Sunshine and a little insulting even if true, but I wonder if anyone/everyone else agrees.  Nevertheless, an interesting and plausable response, LMS.

Then there are questions about relationships that only I can answer:  what are you looking for?  what do you want? 

I’m not sure I’m even asking the right questions at this point.  I wonder if I’ve accepted a cultural paradigm of coupling up and living some kind of happily ever after without questioning this as a premise.    To ask that question implies putting a lot of things on the table: celibacy, bigamy, polygamy, profligate promiscuity, for example.

At this point, I’ll admit that it occurs to me that part of my problem with relationships is that I overthink the hell out of every damn thing.

If I’m honest with myself, I’m not easy.  I’m not easy to live with and I’m not easy to put up with.  I’m demanding and thoughtless both at the same time.  I can be both unforgiving and relentlessly resentful.

On the other hand, I can be exceedingly kind and thoughtful, funny, a great partner for conversation and coffee, sexy and a lot of other really great stuff.

Knowing this about myself, why am I surprised when some victim/hostage gets frustrated and conflicted?

As to the best of my relationships, I must admit my own part:  I participated fully in the sabotage/denoument of each one.

Put another way, I have not demonstrated the ability to build a longlasting and fulfilling relationship.  I think it’s fair to say relationships are not my strong suit.

I also think it’s fair to compare myself to an acquired taste.  Scotch, for example, and perhaps an apt comparison.

I told you going between my ears is making danger the destination.

 

BULLETIN

As a benign and wise Emperor, it’s rare that I interfere in your lives and that is how it should be.  However, I would not be a good shepherd of my empire if I did not, on a proper occasion, take care to act in a manner best benefitting my people.

Being advised well by highest counsel and aware of all necessary facts, I hereby ORDER, ADJUDGE AND DECREE that the person formerly known as DZaster upon this sacred internet blogosphere shall hereafter be known by the nome d’plume “Little Miss Sunshine” for her consistently optimistic view of the world and mankind.

Let it be written, let it be done.