Welcome to the Palindome

Like 70 million other Americans, I watched the vice-presidential debate and I decided six seconds after the candidates were introduced that Sarah Palin was evil incarnate.

“Nice to meet you. Hey, can I call you Joe?” Does this ring a bell? I’m convinced that the only reason Governor Palin poured on the folksy, shmaltzy charm at the very beginning was to deliver her “say it isn’t so, Joe” sound byte later on during the debate.

Perhaps the Republican vice-presidential candidate should have used a different tact for her introduction during the debate. One, perhaps that we are all more familiar with: “Please to meet you. Hope you guess my name.”

Worse, after some serious fact checking, my suspicions were confirmed that the marjority of Ms. Palin’s talking points were either false or only half-true. And what happened afterward, our darling media remained as wishy-washy as ever in their coverage. To stress what exactly is going on here please allow me to quote Thomas Pynchon’s intro to the Plume edition of George Orwell’s 1984:

[Our nominally free news media are required to present “balanced” coverage, in which every “truth” is immediately neutered by an equal and opposite one. Every day public opinion is the target of rewritten history, official amnesia and outright lying, all of which is benevolently termed “spin,” as if it were no more harmful than a ride on a merry-go-round. We know better than what they tell us, yet hope otherwise. We believe and doubt at the same time—it seems a condition of political thought in a modern superstate to be permanently of at least two minds on most issues. Needless to say, this is of inestimable use to those in power who wish to remain there, preferably forever.]

Is it me, or did the temperature just drop?

While I won’t go so far as to say that if we shaved Sarah Palin’s head we would find the number of the beast on her scalp; but I do believe that our country is gambling away the last of her basic freedoms if the Republican candidates win the election.

As a voter, I’m not after some pie-in-the-sky kumbaya reality by voting Barack Obama because I have enough sense that such place does not exist. What I want as a free-thinking citizen is the right not to have my front door kicked in over a post like this and while I don’t hear footsteps outside my door just yet the time is coming, if we have four more years of Republican rule, when an angry voter like me won’t even be able to voice his opinion without fear of imprisonment or worse.

“Someone’s sleeping, Lord…”

Wake up!

Bad Idea Written All Over It

I read in the news that our illustrious president and his gang in DC have decided that one option for avoiding serious bodily injuries and/or deaths to others when their failed spy satellite falls to Earth is to shoot it to pieces with a Navy missile.

In the article there was this quote:

“David Wright, a senior scientist at the Union of Concerned Scientists, said in an interview Friday he would put the odds of a successful intercept at no better than 50 percent. And he expressed concern that debris from a successful strike could harm the other objects in relatively low orbit.”

Now, I’m no expert; but this plan, aside from Mr. Wright’s concern, has BAD IDEA written all over it. Of course, I don’t know much about the SM-3 missile. So, I decided to find some info on this bad boy…and what a boy this missile appears to be.

The SM-3 missile operates with a Hit-to-kill kinetic warhead. Sure, if you are a twisted joe like me you can’t help but think of the old Bugs Bunny cartoon in which Bugs, armed with a hammer, takes a job in an artillery plant testing for “duds”. And if this missile does not successfully destroy the falling satellite what happens then? I’m no zero gravity expert. I spent most of my school days in various science classes daydreaming about all the smart brunette girls instead of paying attention; yes, this much is true. But if a missile with a hit-to-kill warhead misses its target and jetisons into space doesn’t it stand to reason that a live warhead will be out there floating around somewhere betweeen thousands of active satellites, a space station and the moon?

Or what happens if this missile falls back to Earth? Now we’ve not only got a satellite filled with a 1000lbs of dangerous rocket fuel but a live warhead following closely behind.

“Allow me to introduce myself, my name is mud.”
Wile E. Coyote
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