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Jerk of the Week: it’s a tie.

Conservative columnist Piers Akerman probably thinks he doesn’t have much in common with Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, but he does. Intense and seething hatred of liberal secular academics.

“Today students should protest and shout at the president asking why some liberal and secular professors are still present in the universities,” he told a gathering of young scientists. “Our educational system has been under the influence of the secular system for 150 years. Colonialism is seeking the spread of its own secular system.” While acknowledging it was difficult to change this system, he said: “Such a change has begun.”

In like manner, LSA’s have been one of the American right’s favourite targets for years, and Akerman from the Daily Telegraph likes to take a few snipes now and again. He doesn’t even seem to pause for breath when making this rather tangential and pointless jibe.

Over the past three days “our” ABC, the al-Jazeera of the South Pacific, has given a platform to every civil rights lawyer and academic willing to protest against the Government’s control orders on self-confessed wannabe terrorist Jihad Jack Thomas.

He’s probably decided that if it’s only the fifth-worst item in a paragraph full of distortion and hyperbole, no one will have the energy to protest.

Why do conservative authoritarians hate liberal secular academics so? Is it our tough-minded and uncompromising intellect? (Yeah, it’s probably that.) Did they have a rough time at school, picked on by the smarter kids? No, can’t be that. I never picked on bigger dumber kids, preferring to let them eat their paste in peace. Perhaps it’s as simple as this: authoritarians can’t stand it when someone refuses to kowtow to their line of crap. People whose opinions are grounded in facts don’t need to seek converts for affirmation. People grounded in falsehood and faith do.

I feel bad for Iranian university students. Having attended BYU, I’m well aware of what happens when religionists crack down on academia. Believers in imaginary friends need to take lessons from universities, not dictate what should be taught there. At least Akerman’s not a president; just a crank who uses my profession like a swear word.

P.S. Check this link for the Hackerman getting the takedown. It’s a beaut. Don’t you wish there were something like MediaWatch in the USA? Or journalistic oversight?

So! My writing frightens you, no?

Farsi caused a bit of a problem last month. Naughty writing system.

Midwest Airlines canceled a flight ready to take off for San Francisco after a passenger found Arabic-style handwriting in the company’s in-flight magazine and alerted the crew.

The plane, carrying 118 passengers and five crew members, had already pulled away from the gate at Mitchell International Airport on Sunday evening. It returned to the gate, the passengers got off, security authorities were notified, all luggage was checked and the aircraft was inspected. Nothing was found.

The passengers were put up in nearby hotels and booked on a Monday morning flight.

The writing was in Farsi, the language used in Iran, said airline spokeswoman Carol Skornycka. She said she didn’t know exactly what the writing said but was similar to a prayer, “something of a contemplative nature.”

Holy shit, it’s foreign letters! In a magazine! It could be some sort of plot to blow us up or take over our minds! Clear the plane!

Good work, Mr Bush. Rummy, take a bow. Your work at scaring the American public has borne fruit. They’re so worked up about flying that they’re scared of water.

I know that Iran is the new Iraq and all, but there’s no reason to be scared of Farsi, so let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Anyway, Farsi’s cool-looking!

So here’s a guide for all of you the next time you’re flying.

This is Farsi. It’s not scary. Yet.
This is Arabic. Very very scary. Run!
Doing my part to prevent chaos on airlines since 2006.

Happy Fathers’ Day

It’s Fathers’ Day here in Australia. My two boys made me breakfast in bed. An egg fried to perfection, and soy-bacon, extra crispy. I mean extra crispy.

My dad and I were pretty different in some ways. He liked to read John Birch literature, and Benson back when he was a fire-breathing anti-Communist. He hated it when I tried to explain what I’d learned about Communism in my PoliSci classes. Me, I was an anti-militaristic liberal who thought Reagan sucked. Reagan was Dad’s favourite president because he talked about God.

My dad voted for Nixon. I told my family I was going to vote for McGovern. I was five. I didn’t even know what voting was. I thought everyone went to a big room and stood next to the person they were voting for. There’s my whole family over there standing next to Nixon (making finger Vs), and here’s me and George McGovern all by ourselves.

Once I found a pamphlet in Dad’s desk detailing the dangers of secular humanism. I was hooked. I thought it was the greatest thing I’d ever heard of.

You’d think I was a contrarian, but I wasn’t really. I just saw things a bit differently from dear old Dad.

But sometimes in unexpected ways, we’d find something in common. He hated noisy crowds like I did, and we both loved barbecue potato chips and cream soda.

We also had the same favourite spot. It’s this place out in the country where you can look out at the undulating hills. I didn’t even realise it was his favourite spot. I used to like going there on my bicycle. My friends and I would go there and talk, light firecrackers, and hang out.

If you’re curious, there’s a slightly blurry image of the place here.

Dad and I went out to the spot the last time I was in town. We talked about stuff like always, but this time it was a little different. I told him about my postgraduate work, and the difficulty of completing a thesis. He told me about what his was like, and for a while we were just a couple of guys talking. Equals.

I never got to see Dad again after that visit because he passed away. But I didn’t feel like anything was left unsaid. We left it good.

Friday Random Five: Funky, morose, and inspirational

Mixed Bizness by Beck Album: Midnite Vultures
Would it be a FR5 without some Beck? Well, it would, but it would be a slightly diminished one. This song comes from the album with the off-putting cover, but don’t be deterred. By playing this song, you can get the party started. And make all the lesbians scream.

Paint a Vulgar Picture by The Smiths Album: Strangeways, Here We Come
Morrissey was haunted by the image of the fading celebrity. ‘Little Man, What Now?’ shows the young celebrity, now old and unremembered by former fans. Most striking is ‘Rubber Ring’, where Morrissey implores, “Don’t forget the songs that made you cry, and the songs that saved your life.” During the bridge, the drumwork cuts to half tempo, and he arrests the listener by slowly singing ‘Do you love me like you used to?’

So it is with ‘Paint a Vulgar Picture’ in which Morrissey stalks The Star of his youth, and fast-forwards to the joy of the record company when The Star dies and the re-issuing and the re-packaging can begin.

The fastest way to get troll-rated on Morrissey-Solo is to quote this song when another Smiths ‘best-of’ compilation comes out.

Day of the Lords by Joy Division Album: Unknown Pleasures
I found this CD used and made the mistake of listening to it on a sunny day at the park. I should have known it wasn’t that kind of album. It’s got an oppressive mood, with Ian Curtis’s strange baritone. Where will it end? Where will it end?

A Masterpiece by Stephen Tin Tin Duffy Album: The Ups and Downs
The Refresh button has chosen Mr Duffy again, and who am I to complain? A soulful ditty. “Tomorrow we’ll be hand in hand,” he promises, “voting in the election.”

Wings of a Dove by Madness Album: The Heavy Heavy Hits
Not my favourite Madness track, but the church choir is a nice touch.

I scream, you scream

Yay! They recovered ‘The Scream’ by Edvard Munch. It was stolen two years ago, but has now been returned.

One of my favourite paintings, although I prefer the black and white version. (The colour one was the one that got stolen.)

It’s a perfect set of images: the suffocating sky, the sheer drop of the cliff, the indifferent walkers, the ghost-like body that looks like it might blow away, and above all the mouth and eyes of a skull-like figure set in a silent scream that won’t stop.

Disturbing and great.

Not my fantasy

Coming soon:

Held up by a secret service bodyguard in his dying moments after being shot in the stomach, this is President Bush being assassinated.

But rather than a repeat of JFK’s shooting or Ronald Reagan’s attempted assassination, this shocking image is part of a new Channel Four show.
The dramatic scene, which has caused outrage among Americans, has been created by a British film company for a programme about the effect of the War On Terror.

The Malkin wing is all over this. They think we’ll be watching the scene on loop over and over again.

Not me, and not any lefties I’ve talked to. I don’t want to see the guy shot. I may want to see him impeached and frog-marched off to the International Criminal Court in the Hague for his crimes. But not murdered.

Allahpundit asks:

Here’s the thing: if they really do believe Bush is a monster worthy of assassination — and some of them surely do — how can they stand it?

If you think Bush is Hitler, how the hell do you not take a shot at him?

I’m against capital punishment, that’s why. And unlike Bush cultists, I think the rule of law is worth keeping around. Potshots are for the gun nuts on the right.

About conservatism and fear

Youngest Boy asked me what ‘conservative’ and ‘liberal’ mean. He’s 7, so I must be talking about these things too much around the house.

Here’s my answer.

The way I see it, everyone has a conservative side and a liberal side. And either side may be appropriate, depending on the situation.

There’s a good side and a bad side to conservatism. The good side of conservatism is caution. When there are wild animals or bad people outside, it’s a good idea to stay in the house. When you could lose a lot of money, you try to risk less. It’s just smart. And in some ways it may be better for a society if change doesn’t happen too quickly. Change can be wrenching and difficult to adapt to.

The bad side of being conservative is fear. That’s when caution becomes paralysis.

I’ve never seen a more fearful group of people than modern American conservatives, whether it’s fear of gays, fear of immigrants, fear of liberals, or (always always always) fear of terrorists. And conservative leaders know that they can speak to this fear to control conservatives, just like flicking a switch. They call it ‘throwing red meat to their base’, but it’s actually pandering to fear.

Conservatives are a bit like babies sometimes; they get fearful and need to be soothed. If they get angry, they can throw a tantrum. Unlike babies, though, their anger can turn them into aggressive people who are capable of real harm. That’s a way of life for fire-breathing conservatives like Limbaugh and Coulter. Yellow Elephants of our present day show both manifestations of fear: cowardice, and threatened aggression when they get called on it.

On the other side, liberalism is notable for its lack of fear in the face of threat. Liberals are able to say, “Yes, terrorism is a threat. But we need to approach it in an intelligent way.” Or, “I don’t want to be murdered by someone. But even so, I oppose the death penalty.” The anti-war stance is criticised as cowardly by so-called hawks fed on overhyped nationalism, itself driven by fear. But I see it as a desire to work around conflict, if possible. The coward is the one who thinks it’s all right to send others into a war so their anxiety can be assuaged.

The key question is this: is the world basically dangerous or safe? To answer that, I’d like to quote Al Gore quoting Ed Muskie:

“There are only two kinds of politics. They are not radical and reactionary, or conservative and liberal. Or even Democrat and Republican. There are only the politics of fear and the politics of trust.

“One says: You are encircled by monstrous dangers.

Give us power over your freedom so we may protect you.

“The other says: The world is a baffling and hazardous place, but it can be shaped to the will of men. …(C)ast your vote for trust …in the ancient traditions of this home for freedom….”

This latter approach brings out better things in me. I hope I can help my boys to be brave enough to consider other points of view, to not react automatically with violence, to be capable and secure enough to have a calm mind. In short, to be good liberals and good members of society.

Quick! Speak English while you still can!

Shorter Michael Reagan: English in the US is on its death bed because liberals won’t force immigrants — some illegal — to learn it.

Oy. Is he aware that English is exterminating other languages at a desperate pace?

Follow the link if you want, but the first paragraph tells you what you’re in for.

All across the U.S., hordes of immigrants – legal and illegal – are chattering away in their native language and have no intention of learning English the all-but-official language of the United States where they now live.

Those ‘hordes’ that are ‘chattering away’ — are they ‘brown hordes’, by any chance?

Bet he bitches when someone orders a ‘burrito’ instead of a ‘Mexican pie’.

Bush and the Frat Boy comparison

A few articles converged for me this morning.

First, one from Jeff at Soma Vacation in which he describes the neglect that can happen when college boys live somewhere. I used to be a paperboy in that town, and I hated having to deal with guys in student housing. Sure, there were nice students, but the bad ones were the hardest to get money out of, and the most slovenly.

And I’d read the description of George W. Bush in US News and World Report:

He loves to cuss, gets a jolly when a mountain biker wipes out trying to keep up with him, and now we’re learning that the first frat boy loves flatulence jokes. A top insider let that slip when explaining why President Bush is paranoid around women, always worried about his behavior. But he’s still a funny, earthy guy who, for example, can’t get enough of fart jokes. He’s also known to cut a few for laughs, especially when greeting new young aides, but forget about getting people to gas about that.

Just your basic good ol’ sociopath. For blogs that cite this article, the comparison of Bush to Frat Boy is common.

So if the President of the USA is basically a stereotypical Frat Boy, and if Frat Boys trash the place, then what should we expect to happen to the USA? Perhaps something like this.

A pipeline shuts down in Alaska. Equipment failures disrupt air travel in Los Angeles. Electricity runs short at a spy agency in Maryland.

None of these recent events resulted from a natural disaster or terrorist attack, but they may as well have, some homeland security experts say. They worry that too little attention is paid to how fast the country’s basic operating systems are deteriorating.

The American Society of Civil Engineers last year graded the nation “D” for its overall infrastructure conditions, estimating that it would take $1.6 trillion over five years to fix the problem.

“I thought [Hurricane] Katrina was a hell of a wake-up call, but people are missing the alarm,” said Casey Dinges, the society’s managing director of external affairs.

As the enduring image of Dick Cheney will be that of Elmer Fudd, Bush’s image will be that of the Frat Boy — irresponsible and immature. Why bother cleaning up? He’ll just be moving out soon.

Friday Random Five: Things that are not bands

You’ll have to excuse the lateness of this week’s FR5 (although it’s still Friday somewhere), but I’m rediscovering an old band — Scritti Politti. I found a cheap copy of Provision, and I’m remembering how much I enjoyed Green Gartside’s wit, songwriting chops, and obsessive attention to detail. But more of Green another day. On to this week’s songs.

Lady Ice and Mr Hex by Heaven 17 Album: The Luxury Gap
Heaven 17 was an interesting band, but not so much a band as a corporation, or a consortium of like-minded businessmen. The cover for their first album looked more like a brochure. Strange, then, that Heaven 17 was one of the most successful acts to mix electronica, soul, and political sensibility in equal measures. Literary, too — their name comes from A Clockwork Orange.
This song adds lounge jazz for that aura of sophistication. Coming soon to an airport hotel near you.

Nature’s Way by This Mortal Coil Album: Blood
Coil wasn’t really a band either, more of a roll call of artists from the 4AD label getting together. It doesn’t always work, as in this song. TMC probably works best on the album level, which you don’t get with the tyranny of shuffle. Oh, and it probably works even better if you have a time machine and you can zip back to 1991 when 4AD was cool, and you can say, “Yeah, I’m really into This Mortal Coil these days,” and people might think, “Wow,” or perhaps even “Who?” instead of “Why am I talking to you?”

Caravansary by Kitaro Album: Silk Road IV: Ten-Jiku
Kitaro’s not a band either, just a talented New Age artist who I used to quite like, but who now makes me glad I’m not listening to Song of the Dolphin or Cosmic Yawn. But only just.

Rutter: What Sweeter Music by The Choir of New College Oxford Album: Bluebird: Voices from Heaven
This really isn’t a band. But the music is really gorgeous. That John Rutter really knows his way around a tune. I’ve noticed that some classical songs have a ‘payoff’ moment — that part of the song with the perfect harmony, and no matter how many times you listen to that song, you always look forward to that part because it’s always sublime. The ‘In Paradisum’ from Fauré’s Requiem has a huge payoff: the first time the men come in with ‘Jerusalem’. It always works; I don’t care who does it. The payoff for Rutter’s What Sweeter Music happens at 3:44 as the soprano and tenor parts dissonate against each other. Worth listening to.

Sex Born Poison by Air Album: 10,000 Hz Legend
Air’s a band, but not a band so much as two purveyors of a kind of music that doesn’t fit under one genre. We need to make a new genre for Air, and it should suggest something kind of chill, kind of house. And French, because they’re French. ‘French chill house’ it is. Watch for Air in the French chill house section of your nearby record store. You can also find Zero 7 in there since they’re honourary members.
Great song, too. It starts out acoustic and orchestral, but quickly turns b-movie horror. SEX BORN POISON!

Bonus sixth
Lighthouse by The Waifs Album: Up All Night
A Perth band, very popular in Australia. See if you can’t check some sound samples out and start your own folk renaissance.

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