Cracks In The Dam?

There’s an interesting little item in the Village Voice about questions concerning Cliff Baxter’s demise. He was the Enron executive who ostensibly committed suicide, but according to this report, he was talking about hiring a body guard shortly before his death–a behavior more consistent with later homicide than suicide.

But what I found most interesting were these words:

Those who doubt the official line think he’s another Vince Foster, murdered in cold blood to stop him from spilling the beans on Enron chief Ken Lay and blowing open the whole scam?offshore accounts, political connections, and all.

The title of the piece contains Foster’s name as well. He says it as though it’s established fact that Foster was murdered. Gee, while the Village Voice is hardly mainstream media, I thought that it was only “right-wing nuts” who have suspicions about the circumstances of Mr. Foster’s strange departure from this world.

Now that Mr. Starr has long departed from the prosecutorial scene, Mr. Ray has submitted his final report, and the Clinton’s have been out of office and power for over a year, I wonder if we’re going to start to see cracks appear in the official story on Foster?

If either Clinton, or even a Clinton or Rodham relative get indicted and/or convicted for the pardon mess, we may see the floodgates start to burst here.

Pot, Meet Kettle…

At The Nation, the eternally loathesome Eric Alter writes:

Now Sullivan has launched a career in the brave new world of “blogging,” or vanity websites. And while his site arouses a certain gruesome car-wreck fascination, it serves primarily as a reminder to writers of why we need editors.

Well, certainly Mr. Alterman is the poster child for that concern. Maybe Katrina, Victor and David Corn were all on vacation this week. Or maybe the editors need editors…

In Defense Of My Home Town

I’m getting a little tired of having my home town of Flint, Michigan being continually slandered and libeled by the Australian oppressor and others, including Michael Moore. He is not from Flint. That benighted town has lots of problems, some even of its own making, but spawning the likes of Michael Moore is not one of them.

According to one of his many contradictory stories, he himself claims that he was raised in rural Lapeer county, and according to one of his fan websites, he was actually born in Davison (now a suburb just east of the growing city, but at that time a small town outside of it). Of course, I didn’t have to look it up on the Internet. Being there at the time, I knew that.

In 1954, Michael Moore was born in Davison, Michigan, a suburb of Flint, to an Irish Catholic family of laborers.

Well, now we know that being a laborer is not genetic.

At 14, Moore, impressed by the Berrigans, joined a diocesan seminary. But a year later, he was asked to leave.

What a shocker.

Moore cited girls as the main proponent.

And the girls no doubt cited him as the main repellent.

He was forced to return to Davison High School, where he became a star of the school debate team, a student-government organizer and even authored a school play.

Note: Davison High School. Not a Flint high school.

In 1970, Moore received the Eagle Scout award. His Eagle Scout project was a slide show exposing the worst polluters in Flint.

Was he part of the show? Based on first-hand reports of his personal hygiene habits, inquiring minds want to know.

And we have good reason to be suspicious. After all, he is famous for creating exposes of things for which he himself could be a poster child (e.g., “Stupid White Men”).

Though, I suppose he’d be exempt in this particular case, being a resident of Davison.

After high school, Moore worked several jobs, including one at Buick, which he quit on his first day.

How does one “work” a job that one quits on the first day? This is a logical miracle achievable, apparently in some immaculate way, only by someone who is the offspring of “laborers.”

In 1972, spurned [sic] on by Donald Priehs, his former government teacher, Moore decided to run for the school board and won; at 18, Moore became the youngest member to sit on the Flint City Council. Shortly after, Moore lobbied to get Priehs fired.

Isn’t he a gem?

Moore caused so much trouble for the town that a recall drive was attempted. Moore dropped out of the University of Michigan, Flint because he was too busy suing his town in court.

And the University rejoiced.

Shortly thereafter, he headed out to infest San Francisco, and tormented my poor city no more until he came back in the late ’80s to stalk Roger Smith.

And, as someone who was born within the city limits (the year after Mr. Moore) and a resident through my third year of college, I can assure all that Flint is nothing like Manhattan, a fact that I regretted throughout my childhood…

Red Faces At Gallup

Apparently, that public opinion survey done in the Islamic world was dramatically misreported.

These eye-opening results were “actually the average for the countries surveyed regardless of the size of their populations,” the NCPP noted. “Kuwait, with less than 2 million Muslims, was treated the same as Indonesia, which has over 200 million Muslims.”

That’s Enron arithmetic. It’s as if California and South Dakota each were granted the same number of electoral votes in presidential elections.

Also, apparently the Kuwait numbers weren’t of Kuwaiti citizens:

One other problem: not everyone interviewed for the poll was Muslim. “The surveys were samples of all residents of the countries surveyed, not only Muslims,” the NCPP statement read. (In hindsight, this probably was a minor problem: fewer than 500 of the 9,924 respondents were non-Muslim, according to Gallup.)

In fact, you didn’t need to be a citizen of the country where the interviews were conducted. For example, fewer than half of the individuals in the Kuwait sample were Kuwaiti citizens.

So who were they? Saudis? Palestinians?

While the correct numbers still give a grim picture of Arab and Muslim attitudes toward the U.S. (much of which is fomented by a government-controlled press), it doesn’t speak well for this much-vaunted polling organization.

Half A Century Of (Non) Wheel Spinning In Space

I’ve previously talked about how we’re in a decade of fortieth space anniversaries. Well, today is a fiftieth anniversary of a very significant space-related cultural event.

Fifty years ago today, the first of a series of popular space articles was published in Collier’s Magazine. This was a collaboration with several space engineers (including Werner von Braun and Willey Ley) and space artists, including the incomparable Chesley Bonestell.

It presented a future in space that helped prepare the American public for the upcoming space age. It included von Braun’s vision of expansion into the solar system, nurtured even while he was designing the V-2 rockets for Hitler’s Third Reich. The series described crewed reusable shuttles, large wheeled space stations (as later depicted in the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey), lunar shuttles and bases, and manned flights to Mars. It later resulted in a Disney animated series that was shown on Sunday nights.

Unfortunately, for many reasons, the future didn’t turn exactly as von Braun, Ley, Bonestell and others envisioned. NASA was formed in response to a public panicked by Sputnik, and then diverted from a slow, rational development of the high frontier to the Cold-War imperative of beating the Russians to the Moon (and per Lyndon Johnson’s desires, helping industrialize the South) with the Apollo program. Once this pattern had been set in place, the space bureaucracy acquired an institutional inertia that has prevented us from making much further progress, at least in proportion to the funds expended on it.

There’s another article on the topic from Space.com a couple of years ago. Unfortunately, it’s used as the background of a depressing puff piece for NASA and the International Space Station:

Some of the elements of the “Collier’s Space Program,” like the creation of crewed rockets, a reusable space shuttle and the first landings on the moon, have already been achieved. With a few trial runs behind us, we soon will be a step closer to a permanent crewed space station — the next stage in the magazine’s imaginary conquest of other planets — once the International Space Station goes on line.

Yeah, right. No one on that team envisioned going to the Moon and then abandoning it. Or a reusable Shuttle that would fly only half a dozen times a year at a cost of over half a billion per flight. And there is nothing in the design (or location) of ISS that will allow it to make much of a contribution toward going to other planets.

At a planned size of 356 x 290 feet [118 x 97 meters], the ISS will favorably compare to von Braun’s 250-foot [83-meter]- diameter ring-shaped station, which the Collier’s team designed to hold 80 people.

Favorably compare?!

By what criteria? Apparently this guy thinks that size means something. Because it’s a few tens of feet larger (because the solar panels stick out that far) than the planned wheeled station, he thinks that it’s a better station, even though the wheel held 80 people, and ISS holds three (and perhaps a dozen if it ever gets fully built).

However, unlike the ISS, the Collier’s station would have been built exclusively by U.S. funds. Given estimates that such a structure could be built by 1967, the total bill would have come in at around $4 billion in 1952 dollars.

And even accounting for inflation over the past fifty years, it would have been a bargain, compared to ISS, particularly when one considers that it had artificial gravity, and held an order of magnitude more people.

Australian David Sanders has produced a documentary of what life would have been like over the past half century had that vision been actually carried forward. From his website:

This film is based on an alternative timeline to the Mercury-Gemini-Apollo era of reality – it is based on the premise that all that had been proposed in the early 1950’s in Colliers actually came to pass – and sooner than they expected.

Through the expert use of special visual effects and computer-generated imagery (CGI), the world of wonder and imagination expressed though Collier’s has become real. The film Man Conquers Space looks like a documentary from the 1960’s, complete with varying grades of film quality, scratches and lab marks, and a tinny soundtrack – just the way it would appear today if it had indeed been made over 30 years ago on the limited budget afforded to documentary makers of that era.

David has the vision, even if Washington has lost it. Check it out.

[Update at 1:30PM PST]

Dr. Al Jackson has a web page commemorating this series, with his own personal recollections.

More On Evil Republicans

My, I seem to have lit a small conflagration.

Will Wilkinson says (among other things):

For all I know, Rand may have the political calculus right: the net loss to liberty is smaller under Republicans. But this really just misses the point.

Well, no. I think that it’s Will who’s missing the point. My point was not that this kind of stuff doesn’t dissuade freedom-seeking voters–it clearly does. My only point was that, given the available options, it shouldn’t. He (and Glenn) are discussing “is.” I’m discussing “ought.”

If it’s the case that the Republicans are on the whole better for liberty, then Rand should be very concerned that Republicans aren’t associated in the popular imagination with obnoxious, unappealing, totalitarian lifestyle philosophies.

I never said that I wasn’t concerned about it, and I’m certainly not defending Ashcroft–I think that he’s an ass. I am concerned about it, but it does no good for me to simply be concerned about it.

I wish that all Republicans, or all Democrats, or all of both parties, would overnight become libertarian. But wishes aren’t horses, so I’ll have to keep on walking. All that I can try to do is assuage other’s (IMHO, mistaken) concerns about the bedroom police if Republicans take over the government.

Most people aren’t as bright as Rand, and they aren’t very interested in determining what political program is really in their best interests. What people are interested in is a sense of identity. If a party grates against our sense of the kind of person we’d like to be, then we don’t want anything to do with it.

Which is why we have a responsibility to continue to propogate anti-idiotarianism (to the best of our limited abilities), so that either the Republican Party will grate less, or people will vote in a more rational manner.

For me, effective socialists grate far more than bumbling moralists. Again, Will purports to speak for all these nameless others, but I sense that he’s really speaking for himself as well (since he used the pronoun “our”). He’d apparently really rather vote for (or at least “identify with”) people who will rob him blind, as long as they’ll get down and party with him (though I understand from other posts on his site that he doesn’t vote at all).

It’s not just the Taxman, Will. It’s the guy who doesn’t let you drain a mud puddle because it’s a wetland. It’s a public-school principal who will let your kid die of asthma rather than let her keep her inhaler. It’s the corrupt politician who will consign inner-city kids to an illiterate hell in order to satisfy the teacher’s unions.

For all of his idiocy, has Ashcroft been worse for civil rights than Janet Reno? Ask the barbecued kids in Waco. Ask Elian.

What I’m saying is that this is at least partly, if not mostly, a perception problem (and Will and Glenn seem to agree in their commentary). Well, then part of the solution is to change the perception. That was the point of my post.

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