Author: Bill Ruhsam

  • Presidential Politics: Georgia Edition

    With the Iowa Caucuses coming up soon ((for the political definition of “soon”)) there’s all sorts of fun going on in the Republican political arena. Mitt is being bulldozed by Palin and Donald “the hair” Trump decided he’s not running for president on a birther platform (or any other). Michelle Bachman of Minnesota is trying to reduce her previous crazy-as-a-bedbug reputation and her Governor is pursuing an agenda of “who the hell is Tim Pawlenty anyhow?” Mike Huckabee came out saying “I’m too Baptist to run for president” ((which may be code for “snowball’s chance and I don’t want to give up my Fox News salary”)), and let’s not forget Ron Paul (“Republicans for No Public Infrastructure!”) and Rick Santorum, the anti-intellectual and homophobic creationist who is running on the strength of garnering 41% of the vote for his incumbent senate seat in 2006.

    But that’s not why we’re here. We’re here to talk about Georgia. Notably, two candidates who are from Georgia: Herman Cain and Newt Gingrich.

    Newt is the one everyone has probably heard of. Speaker of the House during the Republican majority of 1995-1999; author of several histories; husband of several wives; I am a resident of the district he used to represent. This is a distinction of almost zero value nowadays. Why? That’s an interesting question, actually. The best explanation is to say that Newt isn’t a Georgia politician anymore. No one around here seems to give a crap about him. He’s regarded as a Washington insider, not as a Georgia resident. It probably does not help that his official residence has been in Virginia for 12 years. No, no one around here seems to care about Newt.

    I place Newt’s chances of succeeding during the primary season as small. My contention is that he’s both too crazy, but not crazy enough to appeal to the Republican party. If people are looking for Crazy come voting time, they’ll pick Sarah Palin, or Michelle Bachman, or Herman Cain. If they’re looking for Not-Crazy, they’ll pick Mitt Romney or Tim Pawlenty. In neither of these scenarios is Newt going to do well. He’s an intellectual in an extremely anti-intellectual party; he’s a hypocritical born-again catholic ((oxymoron, I know)) who will not make a good case with the family values crowd. On top of that, he’s just not good at speaking to his base. Good luck, Newt, I think you’d better milk your time between now and the primaries for all it’s worth.

    Then there’s Herman Cain. I confess that I don’t know much about Herman Cain beyond that he is a former CEO and owner of Godfather’s Pizza. However, his public statements have firmly ensconsed him in the “crazy” category. According to him, there is a vast Muslim conspiracy to get Sharia law into all aspects of American life. His latest quotes:

    TP: Mr. Cain, you recently came under fire for your comments about the kind of people you would appoint to your cabinet. Would you be opposed to appointing an openly gay but qualified person to be in your cabinet?

    Cain: Nope, not at all. I wouldn’t have a problem with that at all. I just want people – I want them qualified, I want them to basically believe in the Constitution of the United States of America. So yep, I don’t have a problem with appointing an openly gay person. Because they’re not going to try to put sharia law in our laws.

    I understand the tactic of “viewing with alarm” in order to generate a problem so that you can say you have a solution. It’s also called the strawman argument and anyone with any sense of debate tactics and rhetoric will instantly recognize it for the bullshit it is. This generally isn’t a big problem because, unfortunately, it is a major part of our political discourse. The reason why this particular opinion of Herman’s is a big problem is because he’s advocating and continuing the unlawful and unethical persecution of our American Muslim minority.

    Herman first appeared on my “do not like” radar a little while back with this particular brand of hypocrisy:

    The role of Muslims in American society is for them to be allowed to practice their religion freely, which is part of our First Amendment. The role of Muslims in America is not to convert the rest of us to the Muslim religion. That I resent. Because we are a Judeo-Christian nation, from the fact that 85 percent of us are self-described Christians, or evangelicals, or practicing the Jewish faith. Eighty-five percent. One percent of the practicing religious believers in this country are Muslim.

    And so I push back and reject them trying to convert the rest of us. And based upon the little knowledge that I have of the Muslim religion, you know, they have an objective to convert all infidels or kill them. Now, I know that there are some peaceful Muslims who don’t go around preaching or practicing that. Well, unfortunately, we can‘t sit back and tolerate the radical ones simply because we know that there are some of them who don’t believe in that aspect of the Muslim religion. So their role is to be allowed to practice their religion freely, just like we should be allowed to practice our religion freely, and not try to convert the rest of us.

    In that link, I had called attention to the following two opposed issues: “The role of Muslims in America is not to convert the rest of us to the Muslim religion.” and “…85 percent of us are self-described Christians, or evangelicals,…”. I can’t help but think that Mr. Cain didn’t listen during his school days when they taught that evangelicals are specifically supposed to promulgate the christian faith to the unconverted ((“unconverted” = “unsaved” = “anyone not my particular sect of christianity” in my experience with evangelical christians)).

    However, let’s examine a couple other statements in that quote above:

    • Obvious: Most Jews I’m aware of would be rather miffed to be lumped in with the self-described christians and evangelicals.
    • A point for rhetoricians: Don’t start by saying how little you know before making a statement about that knowledge. “…and based upon the little knowledge that I have of the Muslim religion, you know, they have an objective to convert all infidels or kill them.”
    • Synonymous: Let’s take this quote, “Now, I know that there are some peaceful Muslims who don’t go around preaching or practicing that. Well, unfortunately, we can‘t sit back and tolerate the radical ones simply because we know that there are some of them who don’t believe in that aspect of the Muslim religion,” and substitute “Christian” for “Muslim” and think about the Westboro Baptist Church and Harold Camping with Family Radio. I’m seeing petards in your future, oh Mr. Cain.

    Whatever his economic and other positions are, Herman Cain has identified himself with racists and bigots and homophobes and other people who do not like the Other. Please don’t vote for this guy if he shows up in your primaries.

    Who will I vote for? Well, last election I voted for Obama, but I will vote in the Republic Primary when it comes around to ensure that if someone does beat Obaman, it’s someone who’s not batshit insane. I doubt my contribution will have much effect (this is Georgia after all and we love our christian conservatives) but I’ll do my part.

  • Mobile Behavior

    The thing that amazes me the most, if you watch this closely, is how blase everyone is about the close encounters.

    3-Way Street from ronconcocacola on Vimeo.

  • Latest Addiction: Minecraft

    I’ve been playing Minecraft. Before you ask me, “What is Minecraft?” ((if you don’t already know)) please observe this video.

    Yes. Minecraft is all that. And so much more addictive than is displayed in that video.

    I’d heard of this game, from various geek sources especially including this xkcd comic:

    Minecraft on xkcd

    So last weekend, on a whim, I downloaded it and started playing. My first experience was exactly as described in the zero punctuation video above. Gee, what am I doing? This is a neat tree. What the heck am I supposed to be doing? It’s cool wandering around. Hey, it’s getting dark out. Kaboom!

    I went and checked out a couple of “what to do the first day” tutorials and took off again. This time, I had fun building a nice little hole and tricking it out, waiting out the nights and going out during the day. I had to wander around a bit to find some suitable locations, but that was ok.

    Lesson #1 of Minecraft: First thing, get some wood, make a pick, find some coal, make a torch, dig a hole, block the door.

    On an Expedition

    After several minecraft days I was hunky dory with my iron picks and swords, my well-on-its-way-to-being-a-diabolical-underground-lair, and feeling very satisfied with myself. Then I fell off a cliff and died.

    Lesson #2 of Minecraft: Always know how to get to your lair from the respawn point. I didn’t so I lost all my stuff, and my cool lair.

    From the Tower

    Somewhere out there is a nice hole in the ground filled with stuff. I doubt I’ll ever find it again. This picture is my third home, and the very first thing I did was build a ginormous tower and stick torches at the top so I could see it from a long way off. A long way off is important because the Minecraft world is, for all practical purposes, infinite. That’s part of what makes the game so cool.

    Minecraft is described as a sandbox game in that you can do or make whatever the heck you want. There’s no “winning” or end goal. There aren’t any bosses or anything else. Despite all that, I’ve found it to be satisfying and fun, digging around in the ground, falling into lava, getting blown up by monsters, taming a pair of wolves, building my ginormous tower, and starting on my secret undersea lair. Good times.

  • What Have I Been Doing?

    Rather than give a long drawn out essay on all the wicked cool stuff you wish you’d been a part of, too, I’ll just do a quick photo montage, with links for other things.

    Braves Game! Braves beat the Reds 4 to 3 (or 3 to 2? We won by one run, that I recall). Prado threw out a runner at home. Awesome
    View from Upper Tier

    Unfortunately, we had to say farewell to our faithful companion of 11 years.

    Commissioned photography for Jennifer.
    Ell

    I almost ate a tree on a bike ride last week

    Almost done with a signal project in Newton County, GA. The contractor needs to expand the pedestrian ramps juuust a bit.
    Not Quite

    “Will Kill for Food”. Posted without comment
    Will Kill for Food

    I cut my hair. Compare to this picture.
    Short Hair

    Learning how to dye things with procion dyes.
    Adventures in Dyeing

    Closest to the Pin! I rock. It was the best shot all day, and especially cool because I hadn’t swung a club in two years.
    ASHE Golf

    We bought a new dryer. Our other one just finally wasn’t worth repairing.
    New Dryer

    Turned in a set of plans I’ve been working on for two years!
    Plan Submission

  • Psyche Cat: 1998 – 2011

    Psyche Cat
    We chose to put Psyche to sleep this morning. Her kidneys had failed and the likelihood of them coming back in time to clean her system of the built up poisons was small. The choices were to take her home and let her die there, transfer her to the emergency veterinary hospital where she would more than likely die alone and amongst strangers, or to administer the euthanasia drugs while she was laying in our arms and still had some comfort and care. She died just before noon.

    Observe me, Bee-atch!

    Psyche came into our home while we were living in Lubbock, TX. It was 2000 and this long-haired gray cat kept hanging out by our back door. Our neighbors told us the previous tenants had been feeding this cat, so we kept up the tradition. After a while, despite my insistence that we were not going to adopt this cat (we already had an adopted cat, Cassandra, you see), I opened the door and she just walked inside, neat as you please.

    And never left.

    Psyche was the ultimate indoor cat. She occasionally showed some interest in what was going on outside, but never really wanted to leave the house. She was Jenn’s companion through her dissertation work and kept me company when I was sleeping on the couch. She was a tough-as-nails feline who would demand rough rough rough scritches and then bite you when she liked it. She was soft and fuzzy and loved us both. We’re going to miss her terribly.

    Psyche

    We buried Psyche on the front hill of our house, where the previous owners had also laid some pets to rest. Psyche deserved to be placed there as this was more her house than ours, by virtue of total time spent inside it.

    We both cried a lot this morning and I’m already catching things out of the corner of my eye that I immediately think is her, before remembering that she’s gone. All that’s left now is to clean up her litter boxes, vacuum up the seventy or so pounds of fur that she’s left around the house, and remember what a wonderful companion our kitty cat was.

    Jenn and Psyche

    All of the images of Psyche on flickr are here.

  • Redaction Tool for Important Internet Privacy Protection

    A friend posted this link today, which sucked up my lunch. That link takes you to the best demonstration of Poe’s law available to date ((For some additional and slightly relevant entertaintment, check out Conservapedia’s entry on Poe’s law)).

    Then I clicked through to the dude’s website, which lead me to his redaction tool.

    Thusly, I provide for you, this very website, properly sanitized!

  • Uh, Whoopsie – Email FUBAR

    So, since the grand re-hosting of 2011, I’ve apparently not been receiving emails from my WordPress install telling me things like, “You’ve got comments in the queue!” or “Somebody just tried to hack your account” or “You’ve got 800 gazillion spam comments waiting for deletion”. All of the email settings that were part of my WordPress setup had been zorched and I’ve just now gotten around to fixing them.

    So, my apologies to those of you who’s comments were left in limbo for a while.

  • Bike Ride + Thunderstorm = Exciting (for some values of exciting)!

    Tree down, not on the Silver Comet
    A representation of what we found on the Silver Comet last night

    Yesterday, Jenn and I did about an hour’s bike ride on the Silver Comet trail. There was threatening storm clouds but I said “fah!” and so off we went.

    The ride was nice, with very little traffic due to the weather predictions ((If you’ve ever been to the Silver Comet starting from the Cobb trailhead on a regular nice sunny day, you know how busy it can be)). We biked out to Anderson Farm Road and then turned around and headed back.

    All through this time, the sky was getting darker; one might even say foreboding. We tooled along until the underpass culvert at mile 3.0 (Hurt Road), when it started raining and the wind picked up. Despite the weather, I stopped us at the end of the culvert and told Jenn to GO!, that I’d give her 90 seconds head start and we’d see who got back to the trailhead first. She took off, into the now pounding rainstorm, and I waited for exactly one and a half minutes while getting soaked. Then I was off, too.

    This portion of the Comet is not something you can normally let it all hang out on; it’s usually heavily congested with bikers, pedestrians, runners, skaters, dogs, antelopes, and unpredictable kids. Yesterday was different.

    Yesterday was way more dangerous.

    So here I was, doing 20 to 22 mph on my bike, through blinding heavy rain, with the wind pushing me around, trying to catch up with Jenn. Around the first curve and I’m starting to run over down twigs and other leaf debris ((clue #2)). The wind was still pretty wicked and I kept my sunglasses on in order to keep the rain out of my eyes, which was pelting me pretty hard ((clue #1)). About 1.6 miles out of the trailhead I come into a more thickly wooded section, with increased shade, still busting ass, and I see a tree down across the trail about two seconds before I reach it ((did I mention I was still wearing my sunglasses? And that the storm was making it dark?)).

    I had time to curve away from the very thick part of the tree toward the not-so thick part of the tree before I straightened out and grabbed tight to the handlebars, hoping for the best. Oh, I also had time to yell, “Oh shit!” before driving right through the middle of the tree.

    Due to an inordinate amount of luck, I didn’t hit anything hard enough to dump me, although I was fully expecting to go down. I also didn’t lose a tire, or a chain, or really damage my bike at all. In fact, other than the hear-pounding relief after the fact, it’s like it never happened.

    I slowed down after that. I also took off my sunglasses.

    I caught up to Jenn a little farther along. We had to walk around several more down trees and even portage once in order to get back to the trailhead. Quite a mess.

    Lessons learned:

    • You’re never too old to do something stupid and reckless
    • But damn does it make a good story
    • If it get’s so dark that you can’t see, just take off the damn glasses, even if the rain is that hard
    • If the rain is so hard that you need to wear glasses to avoid “OH MY GOD MY EYE” syndrome, maybe you should slow down and stop
    • If there’s small tree crap down everywhere, there may be large tree crap down, too. Watch out

    Next time we’ll pick a better occasion for our handicapped time trial.

  • Like a Hole in the Head

    What I need, really, is an interesting distraction.

    Really. And I’m sure you do too!

    So here it is: Pax Britannica!

    It’s a one-button real time simulator with up to four players, or you can play against the AI.

    Need more description? Here’s a Youtube video

  • Apocalypse When?

    In case you’ve been hiding away from the internet, you might not be aware that you have a measly five days to live (plus or minus, depending on your time zone).

    Yes, that’s right, the apocalypse is coming this Saturday, May 21, 2011. At 6:00 PM. Local time. Your local time, wherever you are ((I have no idea if the apocalypse corrects for daylight saving time, or if it acknowleges those areas that don’t observe it)).

    Harold Camping, of Family Radio fame, has predicted absolutely that the Christian Rapture will occur this Saturday and all the rest of us will be left behind for a five month period of torment, after which God will destroy the universe utterly. Of course, he’s predicted the endtimes before, in 1994. He made a slight miscalculation apparently and after further research and study, he’s come up with this weekend.

    I find the idea pretty funny, or I would if enough people didn’t believe in it to get its own movement.

    For those of you out there who truly believe you will be Raptured, I will happily take care of your post-rapture business, including caring for your pets, for the low-low price of $100. Please send me an email and I’ll arrange a PayPal transfer or other acceptable transfer of payment. If you feel that sum is too low, or wish to take care of the rest of your worldly assets, I can make those arrangements, too.