Instead of instructing its age with its understanding and serenely sinking its roots into the past, the people of this age randomly strew good seed and bad into all directions. There is no center of gravity any more from which perspective can be gained. Every individual steps forth and sets up shop as teacher and leader and purveys the most utter nonsense as if it were the well-rounded perfection of the whole. In this way, then, even the value of each individual mystery has been destroyed, and the faith of the people desecrated.

Goethe, "The Four Ages of Man" 1817.

Wonder what Goethe might have thought regarding the advent of blogging, and the internet in general?

Just musing.

John Kerry: The New Soldier

Just after JOHN KERRY came back from Vietnam, he wrote the book The New Soldier.

The book is out of print. John Kerry does not allow the publisher to reprint it.

To make a rational decision on November 2, you need to have all available facts.

You can now read John Kerry's The New Soldier online for FREE.

http://johnkerrythenewsoldier.blogspot.com/.

Unleash The Power of The Blog!

Dean Esmay observes the panic of the Kerry camp and the mainstream media:

You can smell the fear in the Kerry camp: a huge collection of John Kerry's band of brothers hates his guts, including men who served on his Swift Boat, the commanders of the boats that served alongside his, several people who were in combat with him, and every single officer in his chain of command during Vietnam. More and more people are learning of this, and the best Kerry can do is ask Bush to make them shut up!

Meanwhile, the Swifties are showing up on more and more television and radio shows. Furthermore, as Instapundit notes, it appears that a growing number of very well-known reporters are meeting with the Swifties behind the scenes and finding them far more credible than they expected.

But here's the bigger story: The New York Times, the Washington Post, the Los Angeles Times, and the Boston Globe are no longer the arbiters of what's important and what's not, of whose criticisms of our politicians will be heard and whose will be ignored.

The Internet has detected the mainstream media as a form of censorship and simply routed around them.

Kerry on Iraq

kerryoniraq.com.

Documenting Kerry's position on Iraq . . . all several thousand of 'em.

Iraqi Bloggers run for Public Office!

Iraqi bloggers (and brothers) Ali and Mohammed Fadhil (of the popular blog "Iraq The Model") are running for the Iraqi National Assembly!

Kerry's Purple Heart from a self-inflicted wound in the buttocks?

Democrats are zealous in their support of free speech when pTerry McAuliffe (DMC Party Chairman) calls George Bush a deserter and John Kerry mocking the President's National Guard service -- but anybody questioning Kerry's record in Vietnam is quickly met with a horde of lawyers, and the First Amendment is put on the back burner. Why is that?

John Kerry's campaign is seeking to muzzle the recent advertisement of the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth on grounds that they misprepresent the Senator.

The band of veterans has responded to the charges -- the source of which has been posted to the blog Captain's Quarters. The response of the Swift Boat Vet's legal team provides further background on each of the veterans speaking in the ad, as well as a factual account of his military exploits, including some curious (and comical) details on just how Kerry won one of his purple hearts:

Kerry's shrapnel wound "in the buttocks" came not from a mine at all as he falsely reported, but at his own hand. Larry Thurlow, an officer on shore with Kerry that day, recounts that Kerry's shrapnel wound came not from any mine, but from a self-inflicted wound when Kerry (with no enemy to be seen) threw a concussion grenade into a rice pile and stayed too close. . . .

Most surprisingly, John Kerry himself (while falsely reporting to the Navy and public that he suffered a shrapnel wound from a mine explosion so as to get a third Purple Heart and go home) reflected in his own journal that his buttocks' wound came, not from any mine but, rather, from a grenade tossed into a rice cache by himself or friendly troops (in the absence of any enemy fire). "I got a piece of small grenade in my ass from one of the rice bin explosions." Exhibit 15, Tour, at 313; see also Exhibit 15, Tour, at 317. "Kerry . . . also had the bits of shrapnel and rice extracted from his backside." See also the sworn statement of participants that there was no hostile fire (Exhibits 6, 7, and 10). It also should be noted that the rice extracted from Kerry's backside could hardly be the result of an underwater mine, as Kerry claimed in his operating report.

How's that for a display of military valor?

John Kerry "could not think" on 9/11

"...And as I came in [to a meeting in Sen. Daschle's office], Barbara Boxer and Harry Reid were standing there, and we watched the second plane come in to the building. And we shortly thereafter sat down at the table and then we just realized nobody could think, and then boom, right behind us, we saw the cloud of explosion at the Pentagon..."

- John Kerry, transcript of an interview with Larry King July 8, 2004.

Analysis from blogger:

It should be noted that the second plane hit the World Trade Center at 9:03 a.m., and the plane hit the Pentagon at 9:43 a.m. By Kerry's own words, he and his fellow senators sat there for forty minutes, realizing "nobody could think."

In other words: Sen. Kerry, who criticized President Bush for not rushing out of the Florida classroom for seven minutes, sat paralyzed with his colleagues for a full forty minutes. He is hardly in a position to criticize President Bush for "inaction."

Drinking your way to good health . . .

Two articles from the UK Telegraph:

• "Alcohol sharpens your brain, say researchers", by Robert Matthews, Science Correspondent.
• "A (moderate) toast to better health"

Nothing like scientific research to justify one of my favorite pasttimes.

What do John Kerry's "Band of Brothers" Think of Him?

Swiftboat Veterans for the Truth analyzes a photograph of John Kerry and his "war buddies" which the Kerry campaign used in an advertisement:

This photograph of John Kerry and 19 other Coastal Division 11 Swift boat officers was taken at Ton Son Nhut Air Base on January 22, 1969, immediately following a meeting with General Abrams and Admiral Zumwalt.

The Kerry campaign featured the photograph in an advertisement released in May titled Lifetime. Swift Boat Veterans for Truth has contacted surviving members of this group to find out how many actually support John Kerry, and discovered that of 19 Swift boat skippers pictured other than Kerry, 12 consider him unfit, 4 are neutral, two have died, and 1 is working with the Kerry campaign. Four other officers were not present for the photo session; all oppose Kerry.

Only 1 of John Kerry's 23 fellow Swift boat commanders from Coastal Division 11 supports his candidacy today.

Talk about a vote of confidence!

Voting in the military . . .

CBFTW, a blogger in the U.S. Army and stationed in Iraq, talks about voting in the military:

. . . I can't say anything negative about my Commander In Chief, so I wont. But I also can't vote for a person who threw his medals at the White House. You just don't do something like that. Like, if I did something like that, to protest this war, that would be a total slap in the face to all my brothers in my Platoon, all the people serving in Iraq and Afghanistan, all the people who lost their lives here, all the POW's, all the Vets, all the guys in all the other branches, and all my Drill Sgt's at Benning, and I wouldn't do something like that to them. It's hard enough as it is. Disagree with me all you want on this, but that's just how I feel.

The soldiers I know in the Army who are voting for Kerry in this election (which is a lot more than people would think) are voting for him because they're pissed off at Bush. They're pissed off because of Stop Loss, tour extensions, underestimating the amount of troops needed for Iraq, the Weapons of Mass destruction thing, the legitimacy of coming to Iraq, and they feel Kerry might also get us out of here faster. Stuff like that.

The soldiers I know who are voting for Bush are voting for him because they support him 110% on his Global War On Terrorism, and there is no shadow of a doubt that we did the right thing coming to Iraq. They feel Bush is doing a great job so far out here. A lot of the guys remember what happened to the military the last time a Democrat was in office. The guys I know who served in the military during the Clinton years, tell me all sorts of horror stories about the budget cuts. How they couldn't get any good training done, because they had no money for ammunition or anything. In training, if they ran out of bullets to fire, they would yell "Bang! Bang! Bang!" or yell "Budget Cuts! Budget Cuts! Budget Cuts!" to simulate shots being fired. Since Bush has been in office, we've never had those kinds of problems and there has been nothing but improvements in the military, we've had a couple small pay raises, and the quality of life has gone extremely up for people in the military.

White Men Can't Dance.

I love watching the Democratic National Convention on C-SPAN -- they have the best coverage of what's happening in the crowds . . . it's especially amusing to see all of the delegates trying to dance to the funky music -- and the clear discrepancy between those who have obviously got rhythm, and those who I suppose are quite sincere in their attempts to get down with the rest, I suppose, but simply cannot dance.

Justice.

Meet Samir, an interpretor for the U.S. army, who fled Iraq in 1991 to escape persecution under Hussein's regime and who over a decade later had the privilege of being among those who captured the dictator, coaxing him out of his hole in the ground.

Old Habits Die Hard

Omar from Iraq The Model has a post on the tragic consequences of a Middle East habit:

 Shooting in the air in funerals or weddings-or when something important happens-is an old tradition used in Iraq and in some other nations, originally as  communication means to inform the neighborhood and to call them to gather and participate in the occasion as there was no other *fast* way of communication at that time. Also the shooting is used to show the (muscles) of the tribe. Strangely, this method is still used even after cell phones have become available!

When I reached the health center I discovered that not only one man was dead; a woman was killed and three other people (one of them is a 7 year old kid) were injured by the falling bullets. In addition to that, a bullet had penetrated an eight thousand gallon gasoline tanker that was waiting to be evacuated near the gas station and it blew up causing a huge damage to the station (the suburb suffered from a severe shortage in gasoline for 5 days after that).

"A Mile and a Promise"

This sounds like a scene from some weepy, bad movie.

There's this young Army National Guard sergeant lying in bed at an Army hospital.

He's really down. He lost his right leg to a landmine in Afghanistan. Lot of hustle and bustle out in the hall. Someone's coming to visit the wounded.

Turns out it's the President of the United States.

He stops by the young sergeant's bed. They talk. It's a little awkward. What do you say to a guy that loves to run, loves physical activity, and now his leg is gone from the knee down.

But this sergeant tries to be upbeat and he's been told all about prosthetic legs and he has resolved that, dammit, one day he'll run again.

The President is impressed. Tell you what, he says to the sergeant, let's keep in touch and when you're ready to run a mile I'll run it with you.

Yeah, sure.

But, sure enough, a year and a half later, there's this young sergeant in shorts and an Army windbreaker, running on his prosthetic leg. And running beside him? The President of the United States.

Yeah, sure.

Well, this story is true. It really happened.

Thanks to Ralph Kinney Bennett for providing the details . . .

Orson Scott Card on John Edwards

Orson Scott Card rips Kerry's choice of VP:

The only mystery is what Edwards knew about himself that we haven't yet seen. What hidden qualities of leadership and wisdom? What fervently held beliefs that could guide his nation through difficult times?

We've seen none of these things, since he has never actually led anybody anywhere, and his opinions seem to be suspiciously close to what an election strategist might have told him it would be useful for him to believe.

Is it possible that what Edwards saw in the mirror on that fateful day was exactly what political flacks saw when they started touting him for President?

"My land, John, you're a good-looking fellow," he might have said to the mirror. "But not too good-looking. You have that semi-goofy boy-next-door quality that will make people vote for you. Especially women -- because you aren't threatening, you're just ... darling."

Iraqis say goodbye to Paul Bremer

Last week the U.S. Coalition Provisional Authority handed over power to the free nation of Iraq. From what is being reported by Iraqi blogs, Paul Bremer gave an incredible speech on the day the U.S. transferred sovereignty to Iraq, which stirred many a soul and moved many of those who heard it to tears. It went unreported by the mainstream press -- no doubt because it didn't involve Iraqi insurgents and the loss of American lives. Writing for "Iraq The Model", Mohammed expresses thanks to Bremer on behalf of the Iraqi people, and, later, discusses the negligent coverage of the U.S. press. Ali, another Iraqi blogger, posts his thoughts:

The speech was impressive and you could hear the sound of a needle if one had dropped it at that time. The most sensational moment was the end of the speech when Mr. Bremer used a famous Arab emotional poem. The poem was for a famous Arab poet who said it while leaving Baghdad. Al-Jazeera had put an interpreter who tried to translate even the Arabic poem which Mr. Bremer was telling in a fair Arabic! "Let this damned interpreter shut up. We want to hear what the man is saying" One of my colloquies shouted. The scene was very touching that the guy sitting next to me (who used to sympathize with Muqtada) said "He's going to make me cry!"

Then he finished his speech by saying in Arabic,"A'ash Al-Iraq, A'ash Al-Iraq, A'ash Al-Iraq"! (Long live Iraq, Long live Iraq, long live Iraq).

I was deeply moved by this great man's words but I couldn't prevent myself from watching the effect of his words on my friends who some of them were anti-Americans and some were skeptic, although some of them have always shared my optimism. I found that they were touched even more deeply than I was. I turned to one friend who was a committed She'at and who distrusted America all the way. He looked as if he was bewitched, and I asked him, "So, what do you think of this man? Do you still consider him an invader?" My friend smiled, still touched and said, "Absolutely not! He brought tears to my eyes. God bless him."

Another friend approached me. This one was not religious but he was one of the conspiracy theory believers. He put his hands on my shoulders and said smiling, "I must admit that I'm beginning to believe in what you've been telling us for months and I'm beginning to have faith in America. I never thought that they will hand us sovereignty in time. These people have shown that they keep their promises."

Dr. Foad Ajami (author of the excellent Dream Palaces of the Arabs), writes of the transfer of power, and responsibility:

America is not to stay long in Iraq. No scheme is being hatched for the subjugation of Iraq's people. No giant American air bases on their soil are in the offing. In their modern history, Iraqis witnessed direct British control over their country (from 1921 to 1932), followed by a quarter-century of a subtle British role in their politics, hidden behind a façade of national independence. Ours is a different world, and this new "imperium" is the imperium of a truly reluctant Western power.

What shall stick of America's truth on the soil of Iraq is an open, unknowable question. But the leaders who waged this war--those "architects" of it who have been thrown on the defensive by its difficulties and surprises--should be forgiven the sense that things broke their way during that five-minute surprise ceremony yesterday morning. They haven't created a "new" Iraq, and sure enough, they have not tackled the malignancies of the Arab world which lay at the roots, and the very origins, of this war. America isn't acquitted yet of its burdens in Mesopotamia. Our heartbreaking losses are a daily affair, and our soldiers there remain in harm's way.

But we now stay under new terms--a power that vacated sovereignty 48 hours ahead of schedule, and an Iraqi population that can glimpse, just a horizon away, the possibility of a society free from both native tyranny and foreign control. There is nervousness in Iraq: the nervousness of a people soon to be put to the test by the promise--and the hazards--of freedom.

["Iraq's New History" Wall Street Journal June 29, 2004]

Related Links & Updates:

• "Blogging the watchdogs", by John Leo. U.S. News and World Report July 19, 2004. Mr. Leo covers the lapses (and deliberate maliciousness) of the mainstream press:
  The Washington Post said Bremer left without giving a talk. The Los Angeles Times did worse. It missed the speech, then insulted Bremer for not giving it. A July 4 Times "news analysis" said: "L. Paul Bremer III, the civilian administrator for Iraq, left without even giving a final speech to the country--almost as if he were afraid to look in the eye the people he had ruled for more than a year." This is a good one-sentence example of what readers object to in much Iraq reporting--dubious or wrong information combined with a heavy load of attitude from the reporter.

More Good News from Iraq

Chrenkoff posts the 5th installment of GOOD NEWS FROM IRAQ. Catch up on all the latest news you're probably not getting anywhere else.

Saturn!

Think about it . . . NASA launched the Cassini-Huygens spacecraft back in 1997 from Cape Canaveral Air Force Station, Florida; it arrived at Saturn July 1, 2004 and istransmitting photographs 2.2 billion miles (3.5 billion km) across space.

That's pretty darn cool.

Thomas Kinkade - Artist or Megalomaniac?

My wife and I just saw a piece on the popular American artist Thomas Kinkade -- chances are you've seen one of his paintings in a home or office:

Who is the artist who has sold more canvases than any other painter in history? More than Picasso, Rembrandt, Gaughin, Monet, Manet, Renoir and Van Gogh combined?

If you didn't say Thomas Kinkade, then you’ve been shopping in the wrong places. He is the most collected living artist in the U.S. and worldwide.

He produces paintings by the container load. And he is to art what Henry Ford was to automobiles. . . . READ MORE

This guy figured out a way to mass-produce his oil paintings (not just photo-reproducing; he actually 'hand-touches' the copies w/ his brush, and sells the framed paintings at $1000 to 50,000 a pop. He's mass-marketed his paintings to the masses, followed by the 'Walt Disney' hailstorm of products:

"You can put a Thomas Kinkade couch beneath your Thomas Kinkade painting. Next to the Thomas Kinkade couch goes the Thomas Kinkade end table. On top of that goes your collection of Thomas Kinkade books, Thomas Kinkade collectibles, Thomas Kinkade throw rugs. You can snuggle your Thomas Kinkade teddy bear. . . . and you can put all of that inside your new Thomas Kinkade home in the Thomas Kinkade subdivision."

No kidding. "More than 100 homes, all modeled on his cutesy, cozy cottages, have been built in Vallejo, Calif., outside San Francisco."

Either this guy is hellbent on making a buck or he's so utterly convinced of his own Kinkade vision of how reality ought to be (cottages, lighthouses, gardens, in lovely rainbow brilliance) that he wants to evangelize the world and make converts of us all. He's the veritable HITLER of mass-market art.

Every now and then when somebody sees my portfolio they suggest that I sell my work; every now and then I'm honestly tempted, but this manner of art-turned-commercialism really freaks me out.

Bill Clinton's Legacy

Bill Clinton's latest attempt to define his legacy is a 957-page book called My Life. Though panned by the New York Times as "sloppy, self-indulgent and often eye-crossingly dull," hard-core Clinton supporters still waited eight hours or more to have the former president sign their copies. As the line of autograph-seekers snaked around the corner of Broadway and Wall Street in lower Manhattan, [Brain-Terminal.Com] asked the Clintophiles for their thoughts on Bill, his book, and his legacy.