Sep 30 2009

Loony Left Meets Deranged Right

Tag: military, politicsDonna B. @ 12:08 pm

Gore Vidal: We’ll have a dictatorship soon in the US. You have to get to the 13th paragraph to find he actually said a “military” dictatorship.

Hmm… where else did I read about the military taking over the U.S. today? That’s right, Newsmax, as noted here at Memeorandum. But even Newsmax columnist, John L. Perry, didn’t say that it was a sure thing like Vidal, but just that is wasn’t ”unrealistic.”

Via Villianous Company, where Cassandra apparently has a stronger stomach than I, as she appears to have actually read Perry’s column:

There is a remote, although gaining, possibility America’s military will intervene as a last resort to resolve the “Obama problem.” Don’t dismiss it as unrealistic.

To further quote Cassandra:  “All right, moron. I won’t call it unrealistic. How does batsh*t crazy strike you?” I couldn’t agree more and the same applies to Gore Vidal.

But… back to Vidal’s interview and something even a bit more batshit crazy:

Vidal raises his fingers to signify a gun and mutters: “Bang bang.” He is referring to the possibility of Obama being assassinated. “Just a mysterious lone gunman lurking in the shadows of the capital,” he says in a wry, dreamy way.

Now that’s holy batshit crazy.

Cui bono? Should Obama die in office (even if of natural causes) it will be the left and their policies which would most likely benefit. That would assure his status as hero, martyr, or both. It would assure no Republican president for at least 8 years, probably more.

UPDATE: It’s possible this post should be titled “Loony Left Meets Loonier Left”.  John L. Perry, the author of the now-removed Newsmax article worked on the White House staffs of both LBJ and Carter.


Sep 26 2009

Punishment Or Training?

Tag: Responsibility, grandchildren, my family, parentingDonna B. @ 2:38 am

There is nothing more that I would like to post here than that I was a wonderful, perfect parent. That would be such a lie. I was young, intelligent, but uneducated, and married to a man who was young, intelligent, uneducated, and an abusive alcoholic  to top it all.

It’s a damn wonder any of my children survived to be successful adults. Some people, upon hearing of the success of my children have congratulated me on being a wonderful parent. So uninformed they are! My children are successes despite my parenting more than because of it.

Though… I did have a few good points here and there. I was not evil, and never did anything designed to beget failure. I was just, for the most part, not aware that what I was doing might hurt them. I was aware of never wanting to hurt them… but unaware that things I thought “good” for them might not be.

Razib, of Gene Expression highlights research that spanking is detrimental to children. He also highlights that the spanking tends to occur when the chilren are of the more incorrigible type and the parents less intelligent, aggressive and lacking impulse control.

Those who commented on Razib’s take give an interesting but certainly not homogenous take on the issue.  

There are numerous alternatives to spanking for training and discipline and one I’ve become fond of is “time-out”. It’s the new version of sitting in the corner, and I’ve witnessed it’s success. However, there are now psychologists and sociologist who are saying this is also detrimental.

When a Parent’s ‘I Love You’ Means ‘Do as I Say’ is a disturbing essay which ultimately suggests (IMHO) no discipline at all.

Apparently I was spanked at a fairly young age. Relatives have told me that once when I was squirming and being a pain during church, that I was repeatedly threatened with being “taken outside to be spanked” until finally I requested (in an apparently loud voice) to be taken outside and spanked”.  Though no one has specifically told me so, I suspect I did not get spanked on that occasion.

The first few spankings I do remember were half-heartedly administered along the lines of “now that I know you are safe and though I’ve thought of killing you for the suffering you put me through, this spanking will have to suffice for both of us.”

When I was older and deliberately disobeyed or ignored rules, I was also spanked, but not until I’d received the full lecture. My father was definitely the strong type, but not silent. He was eloquent in describing my failings. He could describe fluently how I’d disappointed him and made my mother sad. He could do this for hours without actually repeating himself. It was a talent. After 30 – 45 minutes of this, I was sobbing and begging for a beating because that would be so much less painful.

The “beating” was usually sort of half-hearted and never managed to assuage my guilt.

I am not defending true beatings which far too many children have been subjected to. I’m merely stating that parents have psychological weapons that far surpass a mere spanking. A mere spanking is NOT equal to a beating.

Any form of punishment can become abuse, even time-out. Somewhere recently I read that Rose Kennedy would put her children in a dark closet for an equivalent of time out. To me, that’s abuse, but it was probably not considered so at the time.

Now… back to the post title. Whether a parent swats, spanks, puts the kid in time-out, or lectures him to numbness, the effectiveness will be determined mostly by the parents’ intent: are they training or punishing? It’s my opinion that an intent to punish will, regardless the method used, do little good while an intent to train will be very effective.

Intentions, though paving the road to you know where, do have meaning.


Sep 24 2009

Late Wednesday Links

Tag: random miscellanyDonna B. @ 12:59 am

From the NY Times:

Hidebound traditionalism blamed for lusty boos.

Blue Is The New Black - who knew having everything wouldn’t make you happy?

I now have proof that I’m not crazy, though I may have an issue here and there.

Kick the tires and light the fire. I am going home.

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Via Marginal Revolution:

Who wouldn’t want a Lamborghini bed? Zero to 60 in…

Technology for your OCD.

Llama, llama, playing golf.

For my DIY readers: The Art and Science of Embalming and Do-It-Yourself Coffins.

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Miscellany:

The baked bean index and other economic indicators, via Swans on Tea

The Aging of Sweetness - proof positive legislators have too much time on their hands.

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And… goodnight!


Sep 19 2009

Now That I Think About It…

Tag: computers & internetDonna B. @ 8:37 pm

I published the previous post WAY too soon :-)

And I completely forgot the graphic that prompted such musings:

Cognitive Hazard


Sep 19 2009

Is It Late Saturday Night Or Early Sunday Morning?

Tag: Uncategorized, brains, economics, humorDonna B. @ 8:34 pm

My mental clock runs  7 hours late. I won’t get into how my physiological clock runs other than to say it’s not exactly on time.

The mental clock was programmed by working for years in a 24 hour industry. Three shifts, and the last one started at 11 pm. Can we agree that it would be a mathematical and bookkeeping nightmare to be accurate and calculate the hours and pay spanning two different days rather than one?

So, a day — for minimal distress and the payroll bookkeeper’s sanity started at 7 am. Of course, a simple solution would be to start the work day at midnight, but… frankly that would be too damn simple and still confusing for the workers who headed off to work on the 2nd day of the month but didn’t clock in until the 3rd.

Also, it’s just best to not have shifts end at noon or midnight. There’s always that 59 minute question, is there not? Does morning end at 11:59 am? Does afternoon start at 12:01? Frankly, every 24 hour business would lose 2 minutes of work per day. That adds up to an entire 12 hour shift being lost every year per worker.

Business could not function under that loss, since it would be added to the 3 hours per 8 hour shift lost to surfing the internet and general goofing off.

What should be understood is whether I finally finish this post at 11:59 on Saturday, September 19 or 4:02 am on Sunday, September 20, it is still a Saturday night post.

This manner of time-keeping also comes in handy for those who have had instilled in them the idea that drinking on Sunday is a bad thing. Using this method, Saturday night parties can last much longer. An there’s no reason why one can’t drink until 2 or 3 am, then have a leisurely breakfast at Waffle House and still grab a few hours sleep before church.

Don’t think I can’t sense the rumblings of some of you disagreeing out there. Rationalization, you say? Hell yeah! Why else did we evolve big brains?


Sep 17 2009

No Title Needed

Tag: humorDonna B. @ 11:04 pm

Necessity

Via Sober in a Nightclub


Sep 15 2009

I’m Updated!

Tag: computers & internet, friends, nostalgiaDonna B. @ 9:39 pm

Ever since this blog began, Wordpress has been begging me to update. Today, the update has been done, thanks to my friend Talina of Harvest of Daily Life.

While readers may not notice much difference, there’s a huge difference in the “backend” of the blog. Yeah, I had to look for the place to blog the upgrade.

I am grateful to not be nagged by Wordpress to upgrade. This reduces stress which is always a good thing. Plus, I’m glad that the upgrade protects me against attacks that I may never understand.

Never will I be a cutting edge blogger. It just ain’t my style. But I appreciate being up to date. Now if I can only get Talina down here to fine tune my hardware…

Actually, that’s not required. I’m much more capable of fine-tuning my hardware than I am software. And that hurts me to admit. Plugging in a harddrive has always been somewhat easier than being a servant to software.

Whether it’s true or not, I blame my brain tumor for now being unable to do what I did when it was actually harder than it is today. Yes, at one point I was one of them Microsoft Certified people. I used to teach people how to use software and now I can’t figure it out on my own. I really hate this, but it is now true. That I couldn’t figure out how to update my own website (with what I know to be relative simple tools) irritates the dickens outta me.

They are only simple if you understand them and I now lack that ability.

So… thank you VERY much, Talina.


Sep 13 2009

Oh Noes!!

Tag: computers & internetDonna B. @ 9:38 pm

I just wrote a post which outlined solutions to all the world’s problems and either Wordpress, GoDaddy, or Comcast ate it.


Sep 09 2009

Not-So-Fun Activities Of The Last Two Weeks

Tag: health, my familyDonna B. @ 11:47 pm

My husband had his first treatment for bladder cancer yesterday. This is his third primary cancer and, of course, he has asked, “Where next?”

Two biopsies were performed, but neither got enough muscle wall tissue to rule out the spread of the cancer there. It was a transitional papillary tumor at the top of the bladder which makes it more difficult to get a “good” muscle wall sample. Location, location, location.

His options were to assume that the cancer had not spread to the muscle wall or to assume that it had. After talking it over with his doctor, he chose to assume it had not. Removal of the bladder is still an option, but hopefully it won’t have to be done.

What is fascinating to me is the treatment when the assumption is that the tumor has not spread to the muscle wall. It consists not of chemotherapy, but of immunotherapy. In a nutshell, BCG (Bacille Calmette-Guerin), a tuberculosis vaccine is inserted into the bladder to “call” the immune system to battle the cancer.

See: Bladder cancer, Treatment and Drugs, Mayo Clinic. Also, NCCN Clinical Practice Guidelines. Registration is required, but it’s free.

Because the biopsies were inconclusive, my husband was faced with the choice of trying the immunotherapy or with surgical removal of his bladder. Surgical removal is sort of a guaranteed cure, but it is also a drastic cure. My husband chose the less drastic, but less certain treatment.

We shall see.


Sep 09 2009

What I’ve Been Doing The Last Two Weeks

Tag: grandchildren, my familyDonna B. @ 11:23 pm

Obviously, I haven’t been posting.

My grandchild was here for a few days. She’s 2 1/2 and very energetic. Her favorite game is “Get me” which involves first chasing her a bit then tickling her. Step two is her chasing you and “getting” you. Repeat for however many times the adult involved can stand it. The child seemingly never tires of it.

She’s a bit like her grandma in that she doesn’t wake up in the best mood. She needs a little time to adjust and I’d have offered her coffee, but figured her parents would object. When she’s getting tired, I find it amusing that she begins to refer to either of her parents as “MommyDaddy”. Either will do, as they represent a unit of comfort and safety for her. I’ve witnessed this before, but noticed it especially when she asked me to look at pictures with her.

She was, of course, fascinated by pictures of herself. I’d ask her to identify the other people in the picture. She was almost always correct. But this was often a “quiet” time activity just before her nap or bedtime and as she got tired, she began to refer to any picture of her mother or father as “MommyDaddy”. 

She’s certainly not confused as to which is which. When she meets a new person (as she did a few times when our friends dropped by while she was here), her first interaction with them is to point out who is her Momma and who is her Daddy.

One of the things I noticed is that she is quite capable of entertaining herself. This makes me quite proud.

We have a cable strung between two large pine trees in our front yard for tethering our dogs. Since my daughter’s dog, Daisy, was staying with us while they visited New Orleans, this was very useful. She’s 11 or 12 years old (got her from the pound, so no one is sure) and it just didn’t seem a good idea to house her with our two young male dogs who are larger than she is.

Daisy was indoors and my granddaughter, Issie, was outdoors with me, my husband, and a friend of his. She began playing with the cables. I was a bit nervous about this because I am an over-protective motherly type and was concerned that she’d strangle herself.

For some unknown reason, my husband had tied a length of rope on the cable. (I do not question why my husband does some things.) This rope was just out of Issie’s reach. She jumped, but could not grab it.

I was amazed when she returned to the middle of the cable where the cable leash for the dogs was attached and pulled the main cable down where she reach it and “walked” with her hands to the rope, pulling it down where she could reach it. I wish we’d taken a video of this, but I didn’t have my camera handy.

I’ve got to say that I am impressed with her problem solving skills. Perhaps I shouldn’t be, since her father is an engineer and her mother a mathematician. It’s also possible that I’m biased. But not really that likely… :-)

Also, I can announce to the world now, since my daughter has posted it on Facebook, that they are expecting another child. Needless to say I am thrilled! 

I have three other grandchildren that I do not get to see so often (as if twice a year is often) and it is my goal to somehow remedy that.