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19 Year Old Diebold Technician Wins U.S. Presidency

Buwhahahahaha!
In a dramatic development that has come as a surprise to pundits and the public alike, a youthful technician with Diebold, Inc. has emerged as the unlikely winner of the 2008 U.S. Presidential election. The president-elect, 19 year old Billy Pustule of Green, Ohio, reached via SMS at the garage apartment by his mother's house in which he currently resides, said he was "real psyched about being the president" and "had big plans for the inauguration party".
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Intelligent design OK for science class, DeVos says

And another interesting race became a moot point. It's too bad because DeVos had everything going for him: he wasn't Jenny, he was a DeVos, and he wasn't Jenny. But then he had to go and do something stupid like this.
"Lots of intelligent people can disagree about the origins of life. In the end, I believe in our system of local control,” he said in a news release Wednesday afternoon. “Local school boards should have the opportunity to offer evolution and intelligent design in their curriculums."
Sigh. Sorry Dick, not even Lee Iacocca can pull you out of this stupid, stupid maneuver. You just lost my vote.
Let's say this one more time: Intelligent Design is religion. As someone from the unbelievably religious West side of this state (which is the only reason DeVos made this statement, sucking up to the old, Dutch protestants), I know religion's effects on a young mind. Note to all you old (and not so old) Dutch protestants: not everyone believes what you bel…

Motivational Moment

I. Effing. Hate. those insipid managerial motivational posters. The Demotivational posters [purchase] jumped the shark a long time ago, too. But, you have to have something in your mental back pocket to jump start yourself (as my last post illustrates). Mine is from Hugh MacLeod at gapidvoid.com and came from the Hughtrain, his response to the Clue Train Manifesto. It's simple, true, and hits a certain spot for me.
Merit can be bought. Passion can't. The only people who can change the world are people who want to. And not everybody does.
I see this over and over in people like NOLA bloggers, national figures (both Left and Right), and even in my team. I can buy my way into a meritocracy; I can't make someone passionate. And only the passionate see those fundamental things that really and truly matter.

I will work to be one of the passionate.

Doldrums

Warning: This post contains petty whining, references to winter, and cathartic material. I am not depressed, I just play it on the Internet.

Fall must be on the way; I'm feeling the demotivating doldrums coming on. J-- and I talked about this last night about how, in the middle of the day, I felt as if anywhere but where I was would be better. Not the "I want to quit my job and join the Peace Corps" kind of anywhere, just the "not my butt in that seat yet again" kind. Maybe it's a leftover from a disastrous Labor Day vacation attempt (which I now realize I didn't blog). Maybe it's the realization that I just helped justify my team (most of which hasn't even been hired yet) into $5 million. And, oh yeah, we have to build a complete ERP system in two years.

Maybe it's the onset of fall and the realization that snow is right around the corner. I actually don't mind the snow, just the constant dramatics that come with it ("a whole FOOT of…

Confessions of an Angry Blogger

I have to 'fess up; I got snookered, hoodwinked, and down-right tricked. My previous post about the Humane Society of the US (Don't We Have More Important Things to Do) was, in short, wrong.

Thanks to Dan for pointing out my ironic reaction to that false report about Wayne Pacelle's statements; the Animal Agriculture Alliance apparently either placed comments out of context or made them up completely. Dan's right when he says "They've got plenty of reasons to be mocked, but the use of the silly "canine American" term ain't one of 'em." So true. So, sorry for the mis-info, I was wrong.

That said, my comments about animal activists still stand. Reading Mr. Pacelle's Statement of Beliefs gave me pause. The euphemism-laden statement is a bleach-faded version of more radical activist propaganda. His profile in the Washington Post (linked by many vegan sites) shows a more radical side to Mr. Pacelle, including his agenda to "ban huntin…

Don't We Have More Important Things To Do?

UPDATE: Welcome Googlers. Check out the follow-up post before you flame this one.

Remember kids, if you want to advance your cause, personalize the subject and rev up your logical fallacies. Today's example: they're not dogs, they're "Canine Americans". No joke.

And animal-rights groups wonder why we don't take them seriously. I'm not advocating random acts of brutality against dogs, cats, or rodents, but are we so confused about this issue that we have to anthropomorphize our pets?

I love my dog, he's the closest I ever hope to having a child. But even I know that, at the end of the day, he's a dog. Yes, he has feelings and emotions and desires, but he also has no opposable thumbs, would run away at the first chance you gave him, and would knock down a door to get peanut butter. I am responsible for that animal, but that doesn't make him anything more than that, an animal. He has primal instincts and motivations that, with education, I have been…

Crooks and Liars » Keith Olbermann’s Special Comment on Bush: Who has left this hole in the ground? We have not forgotten, Mr. President. You have. May this country forgive you

I've talked about Keith Olbermann before. I'm doing it again. Edward R. Murrow would be proud.

Video here. Text below. Read it, watch it.


And lastly tonight a Special Comment on why we are here. Half a lifetime ago, I worked in this now-empty space.
And for 40 days after the attacks, I worked here again, trying to make sense of what happened, and was yet to happen, as a reporter.
And all the time, I knew that the very air I breathed contained the remains of thousands of people, including four of my friends, two in the planes and — as I discovered from those "missing posters" seared still into my soul — two more in the Towers.
And I knew too, that this was the pyre for hundreds of New York policemen and firemen, of whom my family can claim half a dozen or more, as our ancestors.


I belabor this to emphasize that, for me… this was, and is, and always shall be, personal.
And anyone who claims that I and others like me are "soft", or have "forgotten" the less…