Tuesday, November 15, 2016

When good men do nothing...

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” ~Attributed to Edmund Burke

Both parties are the same, man.” ~Chairman Meow, of the Red Dot Army (who may be an eventual guest-blogger here, whenever he puts down the catnip.) [For the record, Comrade Harun was joking, a lot of people...weren't.]

So, in asking various co-workers over the last week, I've found one very discouraging trend: One hell of a lot of Bernie Supporters, Clinton Supporters, and young people in general just plain didn't vote. In spite of that, in nearly every state Clinton lost...had the Third Party voters voted for Her, it would have made up the difference and we wouldn't be dealing with President-elect Trump and all this White Supremacist bullshit right now, and that's a fucking fact. We might have some other problem instead...but I doubt it would be equivalent to the one we're currently facing.

False equivalence is a logical fallacy in which two opposing arguments appear to be logically equivalent when in fact they are not. This fallacy is categorized as a fallacy of inconsistency.

When a few issues with E-mails and private servers are put on the same level as bigotry of all kinds, cheating of contractors, incompetence, multiple divorces, multiple bankruptcies, racism, sexism, and somebody's word being utterly worthless...*That* my friends, is False equivalence. When somebody, hell, anybody, can look at Hillary Clinton and and Donald Trump and conclude that the two are basically the same, so they're going to vote for Jill Stein or Harambe the dead gorilla or some other woo woo bullshit to prove some kind of a point that only they understand...that is a serious cognitive failure on the part of enough voters to throw the election and quite possibly train-wreck our country.

Barack Obama said it, Bernie Sanders said it, Hillary Clinton said it: “Don't boo, vote!” When 49%-and-change of our population didn't even bother to show up at the voting booth (and 25% or so voted for each major candidate) I can only determine that roughly 74% of our people don't actually give a shit about Democracy, given Trump's stated intentions and who he has surrounded himself with. Given the various evil acts being done by all these racists and shit, the protests by leftist idiots who (I'm guessing) would rather protest than vote, and that riot in Portland...I honestly wonder if this country is going to fall apart over the course of the next couple of years. Maybe all you young folks that have the rest of your lives to put shit back together are OK with that. This old man...isn't. All this could have been avoided, except that a lot of good people...across the board...did nothing.


Thanks, now I gotta live with that, and so do a lot of the rest of us.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

The Blood War

I'm a Gamer, as anybody who knows me well can tell you. I've been playing Dungeons & Dragons since I was ten years old. I started playing it, with a group of kids in the basement of the Lutheran church my Mom and I attended. The Cosmology, Gods and other planes of existence always fascinated me. The Forgotten Realms was far and away my favorite world, followed closely by the Planescape setting...which was actually many worlds. Here's flavor text from my .pdf of the (Third Edition) Manual of The Planes:

Infinite Layers Of The Abyss

It is an infinity of clutching horror.
It is home to demons.
It is where morality crumbles and ethics perish.

Nine Hells of Baator

It is Hell, where sympathy withers and malice blooms.
It is home to devils.
It is the plane where the rule of law reveals evil’s heart.

What does this have to do with anything? Funny you should ask! My games (for I have most often been the Dungeon Master/Game Master/Storyteller and I've both played and run every edition of D&D up to Fourth, many other D20 System variations, BattleTech and MechWarrior, Rifts, the Robotech Roleplaying Game. And the various White Wolf systems...and every last one has had at least some degree of social commentary and such woven in. Sometimes, Gaming informs and affects other aspects of my life as well. One learns a lot of skills and stuff playing tabletop RPG's and for a good Storyteller, research is life. For a good player, some acting skill helps.

I liked the Lower Planes as a PlaneScape DM, but I was also a player. One of my favorite characters of all time was this Lawful Neutral female Tiefling Mage (later Wizard, eventually 9th Level, at that. Tieflings are basically part Fiend and part Human. She got carried over into Third Edition and picked up 3 levels in Monk) named Desolation (She picked up the name because I couldn't think of a name and was watching the new Special Edition of Star Wars during character creation. C3P0's line of “What a desolate place this is” while looking over the desert was what broke my mental block.) As a character, she was an employee in and eventually the owner of a Magic shop in the City of Dis (Second of the Nine Hells) that supplied spell components to important Devils who were Generals in the Blood War, and also, sometimes an agent of said Devils in said War. Not too long after Third Edition came out in 2000 and this character had picked up a few levels in Monk...I got with my ex-wife and I basically didn't game very much for a year or so. As it turned out, Desolation's career as my character technically ended here. My gaming group drifted apart while I was married.
Now, here's where Gaming informs life: I've told this story to only a few people down through the years and everybody I've told it to...especially anybody who knows my ex-wife...thinks it's hilarious. I rolled a “1” on picking partners and my ex-wife and I lasted about six months before we split up. It would take almost another year to get divorced.

My ex-wife basically acted completely different before we got married, from how she acted after we got married and she thought she had the claws sunk in deep enough. My ex-wife is a Pentecostal, and while I knew this going in, she got a lot weirder after we got married, the religious woo woo bullshit got pretty bad, in point of fact. Also, she didn't like to keep up household responsibilities or work, and she loved to spend money. I had and still have little tolerance for bullshit and my family has even less. Still, she pretty much wiped out my savings and even left me a little bit in debt. So we had issues to try and deal with in settling things up. It never failed, she'd tell me “Hey, come over and we'll work out the bills for the month” and we'd end up arguing or having sex and nothing would get done. She lived with her Mom at the time, so mostly this was while her Mom was at work.

Then, I slept with somebody she Really didn't approve of, and things got weird and I got tired of it. She kept bugging me to come to her church for prayer and finally, I just Snapped. I don't even remember what we were arguing about, but I'd had it. I knew...I Knew it was wrong, but like a Republican voter (which I still was at the time) I just held my nose and did it anyway:

Right at the kitchen table, I dropped into character as Desolation; Accent, feminine voice, linguistic tics, mannerisms and everything...and instantly, seemlessly shifted topics to telling her she should sell her soul to Dispater the Arch-Duke. The response? First, confusion and then a Holy-Roller flip-out of epic proportions, through which I kept my game face on right through getting a glass of ice water thrown in my face, until my ex-wife literally ran out the door and briskly walked down the street and around the corner to her church, the Huron Street Tabernacle (It was a Wednesday night and there was something going on) my character's mad laughter followed her out the door. With her gone, I literally put my head down on the table and took a nap. The whole ordeal was exhausting, as I'd blown off a lot of steam and put a lot of emotion into it all.
A couple hours later, my ex came back. She woke me up, I did a pretty convincing job of acting like nothing happened and I had no idea what she was talking about.

My ex-wife hardly ever made another rational decision or fought any legal procedures throughout the remaining four months or so of the divorce process. She never got over the incident, and remains convinced to this day, that she witnessed an actual Demonic possession. The state of the Church being what it is...her church people believe so too.
How does this relate to current events? Think about this: Donald Trump pulled the same long con on his voters and (apparently, so far) on the alt-right that my ex-wife did on me...except that he's pivoted hard back to the Establishment (or at least the 1990's and Bush-era versions of it) in who he has surrounded himself with. We don't have some alt-right nut nobody's ever heard of being suggested for Secretary of State...we have Newt Gingrich. Trump is going back on his campaign promises one by one, stuff is dropping off his website like Viagra pills from Newt's spilled pill bottle. He's scrubbed his Twitter account. Not that any of that will help any, those of us who will fight against him and anything he wants to do were there for the whole thing and we will not forget. He has one other problem that's purely self-inflicted:

Alignment-wise, his cronies and the Republican establishment of those eras is Lawful Evil. Devils, pure and simple.
The alt-right is Chaotic Evil, and revels in being so. Demonic, and I'm pretty sure they would enjoy the label.

The Blood War:

The word “war” is too simple to describe a conflict that has
raged for millennia, ravaging the planes between the Abyss and
the Nine Hells. The brutal quest for annihilation is a war of
fiend against fiend. Split along ideological lines, it’s demon
against devil—and given the treachery of both sides, demon against-
demon and devil-against-devil battles sometimes
happen. But the Blood War eventually touches every creature
on the Outer Planes, one way or another.
The origins of the war are lost to time. Now, it’s all about
genocide. As long as there are fiends, they’ll fight each other in
a contest in which no quarter is given or asked. On those
planes and layers most directly affected, great siege engines
rumble across the battle-plains like mobile mountains,
attended by a surging sea of fiends and mercenaries. When
two armies clash under hellish suns, the very landscape is split
with the terrible energies of war unleashed.

Like my ex-wife, Trump (whether he really believes it or not) associates with a lot of crazy people and thus has drawn a lot of crazy people to him. We're talking people who believe all type of silly woo woo bullshit including religious nuts like my ex-wife, not to mention the alt-right and other racists and Islamophobes. These are people whose crackpot social theories literally make no sense for the actual modern world in which we all live. The one alt-right guy that I used to know, and know well (he's an old boss of mine, and my own experiences with my ex-wife are how I came to be employed by him) while never overtly racist, he thought that the United States of America should have a king. Think about that for a second. These people have beliefs that make them stupid.

Trump's base is going to turn on him, the conflict will be terrible. It may lead to the same revolts I worried about if Hillary would have won. But, that's when the rest of us...if we get to work, keep at it and stay organized, can strike to defeat both sides at the ballot box and elsewhere if need be.

We know Trump can be baited and manipulated, let's see if Mike Pence believes in Demonic Possession.


Together, We Rise.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Veterans Day, 2016.

In light of recent events, this seems appropriate. In these times we must remember this, remember why it was sung and why that war *Really* was fought...and keep in mind that even today we are still dealing with the ramifications of it. Government exists to protect the powerless from the ruthless, what damned good is it otherwise? When the government abdicates this responsibility or cannot act in time, then it falls to us, the people, to do our duty because *We* are the United States of America.

This is as true today, if you see a person of color, or a gay person, or a Muslim or other non-Christian being abused or bullied...as it was for the passengers on Flight 93 on September 11th, 2001...or for the Minutemen at Lexington and Concord.

We don't have a common culture or ideal or religion that binds us together, we don't have a thousand years of history. All we have, is what we want to be. 

If you feel that you need the State, to hold up your power or your privilege or your religion...then you don't deserve to have it. 

...And don't you dare forget that. If we want a better nation, we have to be better citizens...all of us.

The Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
l can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d rows of steel,
"As ye deal with my contemners, So with you my grace shall deal;"
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
He has sounded form the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
He has sounded form the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Things look pretty grim, right now, don't they? I know a lot of the ladies are pretty pissed off. “Stuck between tears and rage” as one of my Facebook friend put it. I'm not going to be patronizing and say I understand that. I'll simply say “I hear you.”

Here's the thing: Last night I watched on CNN and FOX News in the break room at work as Trump met with Obama and (in the words of the FOX News ticker no less) “sought his counsel.” On some level, that had to burn. That's a glaring admission that Trump isn't the all-knowing Right-Wing Jesus he's been claiming to be. These same news channels then trotted out 25 years worth of Republican Rejects as potential advisers and cabinet members and staff. Newt, Rudy, Sarah...hell I'm surprised no one has proposed Wile E. Coyote for some Cabinet post or other. All of these people have a history, and its demonstrably terrible and every last one of these people has the kind of track record that tells you if Trump was as smart as he says he is he wouldn't appoint them to be White House toilet cleaner. Trump is not a god-man with magical powers, he's a human being and he's picking shitty help. We have another case of (as Jim Wright put it) “The Decider.” He'll just make shitty decisions. I'm not making light of that. People will be hurt, people will die, shit will get screwed up and it will suck. That's life, unfortunately. (Doesn't make it right, either.)

...And Hillary Clinton flamed out. But it is always in times such as these that New heroes (and heroines) will rise.

I want you to think about this, think about it hard, hold on and don't let go:

Tammy Duckworth got elected to the Senate, to none other than Barack Obama's old seat. Duckworth, a former United States Army Reserve/Illinois Army National Guard helicopter pilot, the first female double amputee from the Iraq War, PhD-holder, assistant Department of Veterans Affairs secretary, and member of the House of Representatives...is as worthy of a person to sit in that seat as any I can imagine.

Kamala Harris, the Attorney General of California, was elected to the Senate, replacing the outgoing Barbara Boxer in representing California, thus becoming only the second African-American female And the first Indian American female elected to the United States Senate. To directly quote the Wikipedia article on her “There are media reports that Harris could defeat the unpopular Donald Trump in 2020 becoming the first woman, first African-American woman, Indian-American woman and first Asian-American woman president.”

Catherine Cortez Masto, former Attorney General of Nevada, was elected to the Senate replacing Harry Reid, thus becoming the first Latina ever to serve as a United States Senator.

Further down, Ilhan Omar, a Somali-American Muslim from Minnesota became the first Somali-American legislator in the United States with her election to the Minnesota House as a member of the Democratic Farm Labor party (Minnesota's unique iteration of the Democratic Party.)

Speaking of Minnesota, I also saw on CNN last night that Keith Ellison, the first Muslim member of the House of Representatives, is a strong contender to become chairman of the Democratic National Committee. Some things I've seen suggest that Bernie Sanders (of all people!) is yet another possibility.

Yes, things will be rough for at least a couple of years, oh yes they will. But at least on the Democratic side of the fence what will emerge is likely to be stronger in the long run.

In Clint Eastwood's film Invictus, Nelson Mandela (played by Morgan Freeman) and Francois Pienaar (played by Matt Damon) have the following conversation:


Nelson Mandela: How do you inspire your team to do their best?
Francois Pienaar: By example. I've always thought to lead by example, sir.
Nelson Mandela: Well, that is right. That is exactly right. But how do we get them to be better then they think they CAN be? That is very difficult, I find. Inspiration, perhaps. How do we inspire ourselves to greatness when nothing less will do? How do we inspire everyone around us? I sometimes think it is by using the work of others.

The real Nelson Mandela (who himself had at least one part in a movie, appearing in Spike Lee's “Malcolm X”) said thus:

The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Together, we rise.

We all have a fight ahead, not least I think in facing down and prevailing against homophobic, racist and sexist idiots, but in this struggle, new heroes and heroines will rise...indeed have risen. Something tells me, that against this last stand of the Old White Guys, that's going to count for a lot.

I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear. ~Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

You might be surprised.



'When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat them. The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt. I am the LORD your God.”
~Leviticus 19:33-34, New International Version.

For all their claims of being Christians, and for all of their supposed love of the Old Testament, these people don't seem to know dick about what the Old Testament actually says. (Except, maybe, for the parts about killing homosexuals and treating women as property, funny thing but they're in the same Book as these verses.)

The Hijab is meant to show modesty. Does not the Bible command the same of Christians, men and women alike? In many countries, among them Ethiopia...Christian women wear veils too.

Islam is a great and wondrous religious tradition, which from its early days grew rapidly in power and the scope of its empire until the Muezzin's call could be heard from Morocco to Indonesia and from the icy cold of northern Russia to the deepest, darkest jungles of central Africa. Much of what we know of the Classical World was preserved by the Muslims, Astronomy, much of our Medicine, Philosophy and Science, the numerals which denote chapter and verse above, various games we play, and things we eat, or do, or things like silk that became known to us from the other side of the Eurasian landmass-and thus inspired our own exploration and growth when the Silk Road became difficult to traverse-come from the Muslims. The seeds of our own Renaissance were carried back to Europe by European Knights and Soldiers from the Crusades, or traded there by the merchants of the Crusader States who traded with the Arabs.

When the British colonized India, and the European empires encroached on the Middle East near the end of the Ottoman Empire...many Muslims traveled around the rest of the world to other lands held by those nations. Muslim soldiers fought for the British and the French in the World Wars with great valor and distinction. Our own first foreign wars were the Barbary Wars, Muslims are part of our history. They have served in the United States Armed Forces in the same way, in every war from the Civil War to the present day, as the story of Captain Humayun Khan demonstrates.



We owe these people.

I've been to Muslim countries, I have close friends who are Muslim. I personally owe these people for the fact that I am not an Atheist today, because a group of Muslims helped me deal with some major trauma that was going on in my life when I was in college. (I was going through a divorce, and most Christians treated me as if I were radioactive because of it.)



I started out as a conservative. I was a kid in the 1980's In the 1980's you couldn't go more than a day or two without hearing of the brave Mujahideen fighting the Soviet Red Army in Afghanistan, facing down Soviet Mi-24 Hind Gunships and T-72 Tanks with nothing more than AK-47's, improvised explosives, our FIM-92 Stinger Missiles and their own guts, grit and determination: 

The moment stretched into eternity as both men brought their weapons to bear. He saw the man's eyes. It was a young face there, immediately below the emergency light, but the eyes . . . the rage there, the hatred, nearly stopped the Colonel's heart. But Bondarenko was a soldier before all things. The Afghan's first shot missed. His did not.
The Archer felt shock, but not pain in his chest as he fell. His brain sent a message to his hands to bring the weapon to the left, but they ignored the command and dropped it. He fell in stages, first to his knees, then on his back, and at last he was staring up at a ceiling. It was finally over. Then the man stood by his side. It was not a cruel face, the Archer thought. It was the enemy, and it was an infidel, but he was a man, too, wasn't he? There was curiosity there. He wants to know who I am, the Archer told him with his last breath.
"Allahu akhbar!" God is great.
Yes, I suppose He is, Bondarenko told the corpse. He knew the phrase well enough. Is that why you came? He saw that the man had a radio. It started to make noise, and the Colonel bent down to grab it.
"Are you there?" the radio asked a moment later. The question was in Pashtu, but the answer was delivered in Russian. "It is all finished here,"
~Closing moments of the battle at the Soviet laser installation, from The Cardinal Of The Kremlin, by Tom Clancy, conservative author.

That war, or the nightly news reports of it anyway, right along with the struggle against Apartheid in South Africa this was something that marked and shaped my childhood and my view of the world, much as knowing Muslims as a young man shaped my views well into middle age. The Kuwaitis and the Saudis were our brothers in the Gulf War and in containing Saddam after this. Iraqis and Afghan Pashtuns alike have fought beside us in our own Global War on Terror...and American Muslims have shed blood in the service of this country, including friends of mine.

We are better than this, America, or some of us are anyway. We are better than this willful ignorance and we have to fight to make others be better than it too. We're better than this, and we damned well know it...or we should. We are a nation of immigrants, for fuck's sake!

Tell me,” Jack said. “Isn't there a line in the Koran that goes something like, 'If a man shall enter your tent and eat your salt, even though he be an infidel, you will protect him'?”
You quote poorly—and what do you care of the Koran?”
You might be surprised.”
~Exchange between Ishmael Qati and Jack Ryan, from the Sum Of All Fears, by Tom Clancy, conservative author.

If a saber-rattling NeoConservative icon of an author like Tom Clancy could damned well treat the Islamic religion and the Muslim people with a measure of respect and humanity, so can you.
And don't you dare forget that.
Bismillah (In the Name of God.)






























Orders of the day: Mission Statement, rules and regulations, and statement of purpose.

Why We Are Here.

So, we're a full day after the election of Donald Trump as President of the United States of America, and shit is already starting to go pear-shaped. Anti-Semites, The alt-right, Islamophobes, Misogynists, Neo-Nazis, Racists, so-called “Christian” nut jobs and just about every other kind of shithead imaginable are already going bananas.

If my own experience with These Fucking People (And I must credit Jim Wright of Stonekettle Station for that term) is any indication, it's going to be a fight, and one hell of a long four years. I'm not looking forward to this...but you're either the kind of person who fights against injustice or you're not, so here we are.

This is the best way I could think of, at the moment, to fight against what I see coming. I can't go an hour without seeing an anxiety-filled Facebook post by somebody (and no, not all are liberals or non-Christians or people of color, this Trump crap has a lot of people thrown for a loop.)

Also, ferrets, other pets and assorted other topics will likely be discussed on a regular basis. We all will need a break from the stress now and again.

Also, I'm a gamer and occasional writer, I've got stuff I'm working on though I've not done much with it. Stories and such will likely appear often as well, and expect they will deal with relevant issues for the most part, in some way.

My basic rule of commenting here is “Don't be a dick.” I'm the guy who has to keep order in the comments section, being a dick is My job. All comments will be moderated before posting.

I've no issues with conservative views, nor with liberal ones, as I'm more or less in the middle. Yes, that means I voted for Hillary Clinton. Note: I used to BE a conservative (Moderate conservative, specifically) but I'm not a nut.

I have no tolerance for conspiracy theories. I have even less tolerance for religious woo woo bullshit. I have a Pentecostal ex-wife who had mental health issues. You can't top that, taking it as a challenge means a quick trip out the airlock. 

Note that I have no problem with religion, but, wardroom etiquette and all...fuck it. It will come up, it will probably be a major topic at times. If you can't discuss the issue rationally or you think you're going to bring people to Jesus by way of your dickish behavior, don't.

Also, You can keep that gun nut shit to yourself. I have guns, but if you think of your weapon as enhancing your manhood, we're not going to get along. Move along, Mall Ninja.

Also, Offensive shit will not post (...And I work Third Shift in a kitchen so I have a pretty high tolerance, but come on, even there we have a diversity policy and assorted other rules...) and as for hate mail? If you don't want to get bit and get your bullshit dragged out for the world to see...don't stick your hand in the cage.

Don't be that guy that makes me have to make a new rule.


~Division EEOC Officer Wulfgar, Mustelid Liberation Front.