Month: February 2003

  • Leaping Logical Limitations!


    Wouldn't it be nice if everyone were logical and straightforward in their thinking?  Think how many wars could be averted, how many crises could be solved, how many new discoveries we'd see published, and how vast the improvement to our quality of life.  Why if only people would take the time to think things through step by step avoiding the contradictions and obfuscations that are the bane of logicians everwhere, life would be pretty near perfect?  Wouldn't it?


    I've seen several blogs recently bemoaning the fact that most people are illogical at best and criminally slip-shod by habit in their attempt to reason from problem to solution.  I have some considerable sympathy for this position.  I'm often frustrated by conversation with people who seem to live by the dictates of the Rule of Law - if the law is against you, argue the facts; if the facts are against you, argue the law; if both are against you, call the other side names.  Some of you may even have cause to believe that *I* operate in this fashion at least in regard to the first two precepts.  I like to "play devil's advocate" from time to time because arguing the other side helps me to see the weaknesses of my position, uncovers unanswered questions, and generally keeps me open to the truth that mine isn't the only Point of View. 


    I think that there are other people out there who value truth, logic and questioning as a path to understanding.  But, most of the time, even if I find them we eventually butt heads over some issue or another with both of us convinced that the other person is utterly lacking in reason.  It isn't because we don't both apply rules of logic to our discussion, it's because there are limits to the value of logic in leading to answers. 


    Logic works by comparing statements to determine which is true and which is false.  There are charts, graphs, memorizable lists of rules for rhetoric, and other devices which at least imply that if only all people would simpy utilize the tools available, argument could end and we'd all live in happy agreement.  But, the beginning point of any discussion is always a single premise.  There has to be a bedrock statement from which all others follow in order for the rules of logic to apply. 


    I like reading Philosophers.  They are an interesting group of people.  (Mostly nerds like myself.)  One of my favorites is George Santayana, mostly because he says the most outrageous things.  His Life of Reason is just filled with one great quote after another.  I'm going to pick on him for the next few moments.  (He's dead, so I doubt he'll care one way or the other.)  One section of his magnum opus deals with reason in religion.  Everything he says about religion he bases on a single premise, "Religion pursues rationality through the imagination."  Frankly, this premise is fraught with the possibility for abuse.  He never defines religion, rationality or imagination but immediately assumes that the reader knows exactly what he means by those terms.  He then goes on to build an argument which includes a series of statements such as: Religion assigns causes or explains events as an imaginative substitute for science.  The conditions and aims of life are both presented in religion poetically.  Poetry tends to arrogate to itself literal truth and moral authority neither of which it possesses.  The method of religion is to proceed by intuition and by unchecked poetical conceits.


    I doubt very much that Senor Santayana and I would ever be able to have a meaningful conversation, no matter how logical we each were, on the topic of religion.  His premises leave no room for such data as literal experience or reality as proper subjects for religious reason.  (Don't take my word for it, he says so himself two paragraphs down from the one I lifted the above quotes out of.)


    Santayana and I come from two mutally exclusive worldviews.  He is a thoroughgoing naturalist.  To his way of thinking Ulimate Reality is no more than the sum of material existence.  My worldview holds that there are phenomena which are inexplicable by natural processes alone.  Because we each view the other's basic assumptions as flawed, we are doomed from the outset. 


    Much of the recent discussion pointing out inadequacies of contemporary reasoning has been centered on the debate over the looming War with Iraq.  Various sides state their premises and argue from them with the conviction that anyone who fails to reach the same conclusion has used poor logic.  However, for the most part, I don't detect lack of reasoning ability so much as I see the arguments based on unprovable premises. 


    One side says, Sadam has weapons of mass destruction.  If the UN inspection team does not report on these weapons it is because Sadam is hiding them, deceiving the inspectors, or the inspectors are in collusion with him.  But do you see the problem here?  How do they KNOW that Sadam has these weapons?  No one argues that in the past he has possessed them.  But over the past twleve years, he claims to have destroyed them.  The UN inspection team has unanswered questions with regard to the methodology of the destruction and the adequacy of disposal, but they have no indication that the weapons continue to exist.


    The other side says, Sadam has destroyed his weapons of mass destruction.  If the UN inspection team does not report that the weapons exist, it is because they have done their job, verified the destruction, and confirmed that the weapons are gone.  This position ignores the fact that unanswered questions in regard to the methodology of destruction and adequacy of disposal remain.  It further relies heavily on the word of a man that no one, including his own people trusts.  The fact that he has lied in the past is not proof that statements he makes today are false, but it does suggest that we must use extreme caution in accepting his claim.


    Both sides are arguing from ignorance.  Neither has conclusive proof that their claim is true.  Both are arguing that because their premise cannot be proven false, it MUST be true.  This is no different than arguing that because no one has been able to prove that ghosts do not exists, ghosts MUST exist. 


    Argument that Sadam is evil is irrelevant to the logical problem of determining the status of his disarmament.  Pointing out his past crimes is not proof of his present noncompliance.  The suggestion that we have a moral responsibility to wage war on Iraq to remove Sadam from power because of the potential threat he poses to the region and to his own people does not address the logical problem at the root of the question.  Does or does not Sadam Hussein continue to possess weapons of mass destruction?


    Anti-war demonstrators may have a conviction that war is categorically evil and to be avoided at all costs.  It is possible to disagree with this view, but to call this view "illogical" implies that it is possible to prove that war is not a categorical evil.  If you want to try to prove that one - well, good luck.  In 4000 years of recorded history no one has yet come up with a "proof" one way or another on questions of the constitution of moral good, evil, or even if there is such a thing. 


    Logic is useful even essential to meaningful discussion and debate.  Logic however is limited by our ability to know and understand a single truth from which we may proceed.  No amount of reasoning ever produces a new truth, it merely tests a new truth claim against established criteria. 


    My two favorite works on Logic are Introduction to Logic by Irving M Copi which is a heavy book likely to damage any toe it's dropped upon, and Nonsense, How to Overcome It by Robert J Gula, a much less technical volume.


    PS - A second person I really like has recently ended his/her Xanga blog because of the nastiness that occurred when that person offered an opinion on the war question.  So if you are looking for my hidden agenda, it's that I really wish we could tone down the rhetoric here.  We are not each other's enemies.

  • Random Thoughts


    Where have all the comments gone!  I noticed the other day that Muse had left a comment asking me if I'd noticed something she had on her site.  This was a surprise to me because I had not only seen the post in question, I'd written a nice long comment.  But, when I went to check, it wasn't there.  So I checked a half dozen other blogs I had commented on and zero, zip, zilch, nada, and nothing.  Aaaaaargh.  I already have guilt attacks because I don't get around to your sites as often as I'd like, for my comments to disappear!  Making it look as though I neglected you even more than I really did!  


    Well, I did it.  I hit the submit button and sent off my entry to Dread Pirate's Writing Contest.  I'm done tinkering with it.  I'm done trying to snip and cut and tweak to get it below the maximum word count.  And of course, mere seconds after I hit that button, I realized that I had used the pronoun "she" about a million times.  I hate when I miss an obvious thing like that in my self-editing. 


    It's snowing again.  But, I have to say that life looks pretty good from where I sit.  My house is comfortably arranged, dinner is halfway to made, the kids are playing quietly with their K'Nex (I'm NOT going to peek, there is every likelihood that they've made a nuclear reactor with the K'Nex, some duct tape and one mostly hairless cat.  I'd rather not know.)  For those of you who were concerned that I was harsh with Tucker over his candy snitching, rest assured that he isn't suffering unduly.  He knows that I'll be making dessert tomorrow night.  He was in here just a moment ago to tell me that it's 26 more hours til cake.


    Have you guys ever tried onion stuffed olives?  The only stuffed olives I'd ever tried were the kind with limp pimiento.  Yesterday Tim brought home these queen olives stuffed with pearl onions that are simply marvelous.  The onions are sweet and crunchy, the olives are, .. well, they are at that perfect point of meaty ripeness.  I have never in my life had a martini, but these things made me want to have one right then.


    This weekend is payday weekend.  Always a good time aroudn the Verrette Villa.  As I was doing my inventory of the larder, I realized that we don't really need much more than a gallon of milk and some mushrooms.  Isn't that cool?  The church where we worship runs a soup kitchen and food shelf, so this weekend I can use the grocery budget to buy things they need. 


    I know this is two days in a row without a "real" blog from me.  I've been working on a different kind of writing and haven't had anything focused to share here.  But, I will, oh, yes, I will.

  • Snips and Tickles


    Life on the hill can sometimes be ... well ... hillish.  The "lane" leading up to our little cul-de-sac, off which our driveway meanders, is a private road.  Therefore, it isn't the responsibility of the county to plow, sand or otherwise do anything to maintain it.  Whenever we have snow or ice, we just have to deal as best we can until it melts. 


    This morning Tim started down the hill, and went into a long uncontrolled slide.  (I have no idea the grade of our hill, but if you think of the steepest road in your town, you can't be far off.)  Now his car is stuck in the ditch about halfway down to the main road.  How did he get to work?  He walked back up to the house, and took my van.  It's a good thing.  That poor neglected vehicle hasn't been driven in so long that the gas in it cost about 20¢ a gallon less than the stuff being sold today.  


    Tim is really wishing for the snow to melt so the kids and I can get out of the house.  In the past week I've completely cleaned out and rearranged the pantry, the schoolroom, our bedroom, and the den.  I was eyeing the master closet last night when he got that panicked look.  Before I could say modular arrangement, he had me seated in front of the computer with a new puzzle type game he just happened to find and download.  It's a good game.  Little blocks that can be controlled, organized and managed through careful decision-making.  Kind of like the modules I picture for our closet. 



    School today has been interesting.  I've talked often and at lenght about the fact that I'm homeschooling my children.  Have I ever talked about why I do it?  My oldest son, Michael, is a learns differently kind of kid.  At the instigation of his pediatrician, he was first tested for neurological disorder when he was three and hadn't yet spoken a word.  Through the years we've gotten various results and reports from different testing agencies depending on what they were focused on.  The easiest way to describe the difficulty Michael has is that he processes information differently than other people. 


    It shows up in his language and syntax.  For instance, he has been working on a critical thinking curriculum.  These are exercises in simple analysis.  Describe the shape, reproduce the shape, find the differences between the shapes - this kind of thing.  When I checked his most recently complete assignment he had written this sentence, "That trapezoid is a minus 2."  That made perfect sense to him.  The figure in question was a five sided figure, triangle over rectangle, like a child might draw to represent a house.  Most days we rock along pretty well, but then we hit something like that and we just sit and look at each other.  We have no common syntax for him to help me understand what that meant to him, and I don't have any way to explain to him why his answer isn't correct.  After I stared at the figure for about five minutes it occurred to me that two additional lines drawn from the bottom of the rectangle would turn the figure into a trapezoid.  Is that what he had in mind?  He doesn't know. 


    Tucker is into drawing animals these days.  Some of them even look kind of like the animal he has in mind.  But, he doesn't just draw the animal, he draws a second figure inside it to show the last thing that animal ate.   The pig ate Mickey Mouse, the cow ate someone's hand, and the turkey ate a car.  All animals are immediately read their rights, "You have the right to an opportunity" and imprisoned on the refrigerator for "illegal snacking."  Tucker is still mad because there has been no "Kessert" after dinner for the past two nights.  He raided the candy supply on Monday and ate an entire bag of wildberry skittles while I was vacuuming.  After I scraped him off the ceiling, I explained that he'd had his sugar quota for the week.  He tried to negotiate with me, suggesting that he had been "under" on sugar the week before and was just making up.  But, since I'm the unreasonable bane of his existence, he was unsuccessful in his argument.  This morning he cam out of his bedroom with one lint covered skittle that he'd apparently overlooked on Monday.  "I am a lucky kid!" he announced before he popped it into his mouth.  I'm thinking of extending the "no kessert zone" into next week just for spite.

  • On Being Flexible


    Like Mary Poppins, my measuring tape says I'm Practically Perfect in Every Way.  The older I get, the more I'm convinced that the world would be a much happier place if the people around me would accept the validity of my perfection and adjust themselves accordingly. 


    But, if I have a flaw, any imperfection however slight, it would have to be in the area of flexibility.  Being practically perfect, I see no reason to change my ways, my surroundings, or my habits to any drastic degree.  So, when circumstances dictate adjustment on my part, I have a hesitancy that arises from the fiber of my being.  Why should I change, I was already happy in my perfect state of being?  Change is almost always a means of accommodating some lesser mortal and therefore if I must, (because I'm perfectly gracious, so I will make accommodation to be polite) doesn't it seem reasonable that the cause for my inconvenience should offer some sort of apology?


    I've been trying to think of how I can extract an apology from the most recent intruder into my happy realm but nothing has occurred to me yet.  Are you wondering what I'm talking about?  Would you like me to get of the Mary Poppins Carousel and speak plainly?


    Dear reader, a weight machine has come into my life.  A machine that I, because of my arthritis cannot use.  Tim had mentioned that he'd like to own a weight bench.  He had one when we were first married that we had to dispose of in some move or another.  Now he wants another.  That's reasonable.  I pictured something like he had before which took up approximately the same amount of space as a card table.  So I cleared a corner.  I was generous, I cleared a large corner. 


    But, the apparatus that is currently sitting in my livingroom needs more than a corner.  This piece of machinery takes nine feet of length and eight feet of width.  The weight bar itself is beyond my capacity to lift.  I don't know what happened between the store and my house, but I swear the thing expanded by at least 50%.  The torture device used on Wesley in the Princess Bride would fit better into the corner than this monstrosity. 


    Once it became apparent that Tim was serious about keeping this abomination, it was immediately obvious where in the house it had to go.  The only place big enough to accommodate it, is my reading corner.  So today, I'm moving my things out.  The table goes here, the chair goes there, and I think the desk will be lost altogether.  The reading corner existed in the sitting area adjacent to my bedroom.  Now, that space will be a gym.  I'm thinking a nice wooden screen between the bedroom proper and the place of sweat and metal will help my sensibilities.


    But, in the meantime.  I have every intention of pouting, making snide comments, and generally expressing my unhappiness over this snake that has slithered into my little paradise.  Now if you have any idea how I can force this indigity to apologize, I'm open to suggestion.


    Addendum
             


    Happy Days are Here Again! 


    Fugitive is a furniture arranging genius.  A freaking genius, I tell you.  From four states away, she has solved my problem in a way that will relieve me of all need to pout, be snide or express unhappiness.  I will have to rearrange more of the house, but essentially, she has shown me the light.  I KEEP the reading corner.  AND, Tim gets his OWN room (which he needs as much as I need my reading corner anyway).  I have to move the schoolroom out into the family room.  But, in the end this is better by far than any arrangement I had previously considered. 


    I could have just deleted this post, but then you'd have missed the opportunity to laugh at me over my unattractive rigidity and this way Fugitive gets glory for being the genius that she is. 

  • Altruism


    Have you ever done anything, performed any action on the behalf of another person for which you had no expectation of benefit to yourself?  That's the definition of altruism, unselfish regard for the welfare of (an) other. 


    Tucker was born on a Monday.  I brought him home from the hospital on Wednesday.  On Saturday, my parents who'd stayed with us for a month prior to the birth left Minnesota for Arkansas.  On Sunday, Tim left for a meeting in Louisville, Kentucky.  He was gone for a week.  His return flight landed sometime in the evening on Friday, and his next flight out was midafternoon on Sunday.  This pattern continued for the next two years. 


    I had sole care of an infant and a two year old.  On the Saturdays that Tim was home, we washed his clothes, repacked his cases, and did errands.  On Sunday mornings, we faithfully attended church before dropping him back at the airport.  Many, many Sunday afternoons, Michael, Tucker and I cried all the way back to our house.  I was tired.  Michael missed his Daddy.  Tucker has a policy that no one ever outcries him for any reason under any circumstances. 


    We'd have a quiet evening.  I'd put the kids to bed.  And approximately 32.7 minutes after my head hit the pillow.  Tucker would wake up.  Hungry.  There was no one else around who could get up and feed that baby.  There was no one else around who would hear if I didn't feed him.  Why not just roll over and put in the ear plugs?  I think I went for weeks on end without any REM sleep at all, surely it would have been morally acceptable to judge that the baby's need for milk was less than my own need for rest at that point.  Empirically speaking, the data were clear.  One exhausted adult with care of two small children has an obligation to guard her own health and well-being.  But, in two years, I can honestly say that baby never once cried that I didn't go to him.  I may have gone slowly, with stiff joints and bleary eyes.  But, I went.


    E O Wilson, whom I mentioned in my blog yesterday, argues that all behavior is selfish.  Period.  He says that anyone who would behave as I did is motivated by selfish desire to be thought of as a good mother, or fear that I would be thought a bad mother if I let the baby "cry it out."  He says of Mother Teresa that her belief in Christ and immortality constituted a selfish desire for reward that motivated her work among the poor in the gutters of Calcutta.  Wilson and his colleagues in the discipline of evolutionary psychology have written books, given lectures, and made the circuit of NPR and other media who cater to the intellectual among us.  They insist that evolution forces the conclusion that human beings are incapable of unselfish behavior.


    Yesterday, it was suggested that I had stacked the deck with the various representatives of religious/spiritual life that I mentioned in my blog.  Those people are obviously on a different plane than the rest of us average run of the mill kind of people, it's unfair to compare Mother Teresa to the woman in the grocery store with her children.  But, I didn't pick those examples at random.  Those are the examples that Wilson used to make his point.  In essence, his argument is this, if even Mother Teresa can be shown to have selfish motivations for her behavior, then how much more so can it be assumed that average people are also motivated selfishly.


    My getting up in the night with Tucker isn't anything I'd hold up as an example of spiritual behavior.  But, I defy Mr Wilson to prove that my motivation was selfish.  The equation was very simple "baby's need = Mom's response".  If he can show me one thing that I got out of that beneficial to myself, I'll eat my monitor.  Because I'm certain beyond anything else in this world that I can imagine that he can't.  When you get to the point that you are beyond exhaustion, beyond thinking, beyond even feeling one thing or another that you can recognize as an emotion, then everything Mr Wilson discusses as potential motivation is burned way.  It's just "baby's need = Mom's response."


    Mother Teresa in her autobiography describes something very similar in her response to the poor.   Wilson's premise requires that she be detached enough from her behavior to think it through.  Help for poor = reward in Heaven.  But, when you read her words and the testimony of the people who worked with her and benefitted from her labors, there is no detachment.  Neither Mother Teresa herself nor the people around her assume that there is a connection between her labor and any presumed reward.


    Yesterday, I spoke in general terms as Mr. Wilson does, lumping all spritual behavior under the single heading of religion.  Today, because Mr Wilson pointed to Christian Theology for the source of Mother Teresa's "seflish" motives, I want to zero in on a particular bit of Christian Theology that Mr. Wilson ignored in making his case.  Christians believe that a relationship with God is sufficient.  A person in relationship with God doesn't have to do anything to "earn" heaven.  Heaven is nothing more than the natural state of being for those who are in relationship.  It is as though Mr. Wilson argues that once Tim and I were married, we both had to continually earn through our efforts the hope of becoming married.  (If he argued that we worked for the continuance of our marriage, he might have a point, but that's not what he says.)


    E O Wilson is a brilliant man.  Many of the insights he presents are fascinating for consideration.  It was thrilling to me to read your comments yesterday, I only wish that men of Mr. Wilson's stature and persuasion were open to hearing your responses.  You see clearly what he does not.  There is more to life than appetite. 


    Oftentimes, our behavior may have multiple motivations.  Even that mixture if it contains the intuitive desire to meet a need, qualifies as an answer to Wilson's argument.  Or it may be that we act with no expectation of reward, but in fact we do receive unexpected recognition or tangible benefit as when some organization later offers a reward or honorarium to a person who's behavior meets specific guildeline.  The key element of Mr Wilson's argument is not whether a benefit appears later, but whether we had any reason to expect one at the time of the action. 


    I can think of other clear examples of altruism, such as when the small child offers his candy to another, not because he thinks he'll get anything from it, but because he has candy and his companion does not.  The classic example of altruism is the person who risks his life for a stranger.  What's the purest example from your own life of a time when you did something to promote the welfare of another person with no expectation of benefit to yourself.


       


    I must also thank Fugitive and Moniet for the graphic they posted on my site yesterday.  It's ... inspiring. 


  • Hee Hee Hee!!!


    thanks Moniet!


  • Following God


    E. O Wilson's book Consilience, The Unity of Knowledge is a fascinating read but nonetheless, Mr Wilson interrupts his brilliant train of thought to state on page 286 that people follow religion because it is "easier" than empiricism. I have frequently heard that religion is a crutch, strong people don't need it. Of course, this isn't a new thought. Even Freud and Neitzche who popularized it and legitimized it in intellectual circles, weren't voicing anything original. The response of confusion, rejection and mockery to any explanation offered by the spiritually minded is documented in our most ancient written works. What lies behind the dismissive notion that somehow the religious life is the path of least resistance, the way of lesser mortals?


    It can’t be the example of the men who founded various world religions. Confucius is best described as a failed politician. Eventually he resigned from public service and wandered from state to state offering unsolicited advice to various heads and authorities. But, his sharp tongue and integrity convinced rulers of his day to deny him any position involving power. In 479 BC, he died in poverty. Moses grew up in a palace, but then spent forty years hiding for his life, herding sheep in the desert before he met God. Then he spent forty years wandering in the wilderness with people who griped, complained and more than once plotted to rebel against him. He died overlooking the promised land, but never set foot in it. Gautama (the Buddha) also grew up in a palace, but in his 29th year he left his palace and dressed in the clothing of a peasant to wander the forest. Finally despairing of wisdom, asceticism and mortification as paths to enlightenment he sat down under the Bo Tree and there remained until he was at the point of death from the austerity before he found what he sought. Afterward, he walked the dusty roads of India for 40 years teaching and drawing disciples. He died in pain of food poisoning. Jesus has been described as a homeless wandering sage, history records his eventual confrontation with authorities and the locus of Christendom has ever been the moment in history when the blameless man was tortured and crucified.


    Men and women who walk the spiritual path are not known for their lives of comfort. Six million Jews died under Hitler, but they are only the last in a long line of millions of Jews persecuted, tortured and driven from their homes or murdered in pogroms, programmed expulsion or forced conversion. Perhaps the best known Buddhist in the world today is the Dalai Lama. He has been a leader in exile his whole life, suffering for the people of Tibet. Perhaps the second best known Buddhist to Americans is Thich Nhat Hanh, known to students and friends as Thay. This tireless monk first risked his life to speak out uncompromisingly for peace in Vietnam. When Christians point to those who best exemplify their faith in contemporary life, Mother Teresa of Calucutta, and her New York counterpart, Dorothy Day are frequently mentioned. Less well-known outside Christian seminaries and theological societies, Henri Nouwen is one of the most oft quoted in recent literature. This brilliant theologian left his post at Harvard to devote himself to the care of a mentally retarded person and in this role he found and wrote the most profound words of his career.


    I think a possible reason unbelievers have such difficulty understanding faith is that to follow God is to find oneself behaving in a way that can only be described as counter-intuitive. Personal desires for power, wealth, popularity, or pleasure take second place to the spiritual concern for compassion, generosity, service and sacrifice. It is a paradox of the Spirit that in giving we receive, in service to others we find significance, by extending compassion and mercy we find grace for ourselves, and through our willing sacrifice we encounter a joy beyond the furthest reaches of any pleasure known to the material world.


    As I write this, I’m reminded of the story of a Buddhist monk. His village was being overrun with soldiers and everyone else had fled for their lives. The Captain of the guard rode up to where he stood unafraid in the town square and rested the point of his sword on the monk’s chest. "Why do you not run, don’t you know that I have the power to kill you?" The monk merely smiled. "Why do you not marvel that you have met a man unafraid of dying on a sword?"


    This blog was inspired by the meditation I have enjoyed over the past several days. I am rearranging the words, but the original may be seen in a banner on AprilStorm’s site.


    Happy Moments, trust God.
    Difficult Moments, thank God.
    Quiet Moments, praise God.
    Painful Moments, worship God.
    Every Moment, seek God.


     

  • God Talk


    Okay, here's my pet peeve.  You want to know what makes me really feel disgusted?  You want to know what completely turns me off?  You want to know what makes me say, God, please don't ask me to be in the presence of this person because I don't know how I could be kind?  God talk.


    You know the kind of talk I mean.  I'm not opposed to conversation about God, or even debate about God.  I'm opposed to the kind of speech that says "I'm a good person because I talk about God so just ignore the way I'm acting, words count, actions don't."  You know.  God talk.


    I'm hooked on Survivor.  I didn't mean to get hooked on Survivor.  In fact, I strenuously resisted watching it because it's unappealing to me to see people lie, scheme, betray, and manipulate for reward.  I know it happens in real life, even in my life.  But, I'm trying very hard to reduce the appearance of those elements in my world, I don't want them sneaking back in under the guise of entertainment.  But, Survivor comes on just before CSI.  So I was tuning in and catching the last cople minutes before my show came on.  Then the next week I tuned in a little earlier, just to see the immunity challenge (no schemeing there, just good clean competition, right?)  Then I was tuning in a little earlier to see ... you get the picture.  Finally, there I was with my bowl of popcorn in hand and the remote securely hidden from any channel flipping fiends (the dog is horrible about that) for the 90 minute premier eposode of this latest Survivor incarnation - the Amazon Adventure.


    I was more intrigued by this one than previous shows anyway because of the men vs. women setup.  Now I'm disgusted.  The women are behaving horribly.  They have been together for six days, they have no plan, no purpose, no freaking relationships with each other.  They seem to be harboring the secret desire to endure early part of the game with minimal effort biding their time until they can be combined with the men and taken care of.  yes they won the first immunity and the first reward challenges, but they are a mess.


    The worst part though is the excruciating behavior of the one religious person on the show.  She annoys the others with her constant God talk.  She sings while they are trying to fish.  She preaches while they are trying to sleep.  And at the first sign that someone is less than appreciative of her opinion, she flies off the handle like a two year old in bad need of a nap.  May God deliver me from being the kind of person who uses God talk.  It's the least attractive thing I've seen on the show yet.  And I'm including the parts where they ate bugs and rats.  Give me a good clean rat any day over the nastiness of rude, hypocritical, manipulative, and self-serving God talk.


    Other people in previous episodes have been rude, hypocritical, manipulative etc and so forth.  They didn't offend me, they stirred me to pity.  Those sad and ultimately friendless people represented only themselves.  The backstabbing used car dealer, the whining lazy restaraunt owner, the manipulative seductress - all these people looked bad.  But, when it was over, their bad bahavior was understood in the context of the people as individuals.  But, when a self-proclaimed religious person behaves badly, it doesn't just reveal poor character, it confirms the opinion that so many people carry about religious people in general. 


    Of course, it is a fallacy to judge entire belief systems by the  behavior of someone who claims to adhere to those beliefs.  Behavior, not verbal claims, reveal whether or not someone truly believes.  But, in a world where it seems that fewer and fewer people have the tolerance to avoid overgeneralization in regard to religion.  It seems to me that a person who desires to be a religious person must understand that it's far more important to act on it than to speak of it. 

  • fairyqueenaward







    Faerie Queen: 
         Mysterious and wise,
    you rule over all faeries with a gentle will
    they follow out of utmost respect.
    You are dignified and understanding.
    You represent power and comfort.

    Which Faerie Are you?
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    Well that explains the tiara and scepter! 


    I love these quizzes.  The happy subjects of my domain have been entertaining me with feats of daring.  Tim's dog was particularly daring last night as he barked at every single nocturnal critter that he could see on the hill, which since the ground is covered with snow and the moon was bright turned out to be one every 15 seconds or so.  Another night of this and it will be off with his head! 


    While I made lunch, the kids dressed themselves in their superhero costumes in order to be "The Dessert Men of Planet X4-2,000" - I don't know where they got the name, it almost doesn't matter.  Their escapade ended with ice cream sodas made from frozen yogurt and red cream soda. 


    And because I'm the Queen, I've decided that instead of the regular blog, I'm going to indulge myself in a feast of quotes from other great women of note . . .


    Inside every older person is a younger person -- wondering what the hell happened. -Cora Harvey Armstrong-

    The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy. -Helen Hayes (at 73)-


    I refuse to think of them as chin hairs. I think of them as stray  eyebrows. -Janette Barber-


     Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry with your girlfriends.  -Laurie Kuslansky-


    Old age ain't no place for sissies.  -Bette Davis-


    Every time I close the door on reality it comes in through the windows. - Jennifer Unlimited-


    If you can't be a good example, then you'll just have to be a horrible warning. -Catherine-


    If high heels were so wonderful, men would still be wearing them.
    -Sue Grafton-


    When women are depressed they either eat or go shopping. Men invade another country. -Elayne Boosler-


    Behind every successful man is a surprised woman. -Maryon Pe!


     Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission. -Eleanor Roosevelt-


    Have a marvelous Wednesday!



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    Whenever I see the phrase "Just War" it strikes me as odd.  The word "just" more readily takes me down the path of "merely war, only war, or simply war."  Of course, these three alternatives are not what is meant by the use of the word "just."  But, for a moment, think of what our response might be if politicians spoke in these terms.  Would we not be offended?  Would we not oppose a mindset that saw war as a mere tactic, efficient option, or simple solution?


    Honestly, I'm not certain that our conscience isn't so rough and calloused that we would automatically speak out against such.  At this dawn of the third millennium, we don't seem to think through the implications of the language being used to define our world and our options.  I fear that many have lost the ability to understand that long-range, cultural shifts begin with slight degrees of movement away from previous norms.


    I grew up in the 1970's.  Through my window on the world, I watched in anxiety as Nixon opened relations with China.  I saw my President stand with his hands on each of their shoulders as Menachim Begin shook hands with Anwar Sadat.  I listened to the debate as we approached the decision to return control of the Panama Canal to Panama almost 20 years ahead of schedule.  I puzzled over the Strategic Arms Limitations Treaty.  These events among many others shaped my understanding of what it means to be an American on the global stage.


    With great power comes great responsibility.  We do not have the option of standing back, isolated from the cares and concerns of our global friends and allies.  We may not profit from the resources of the poor.  Our military philosophy is predicated upon the other side making the "first strike."  Remember that?  Remember the days of knowing that "first strike" capability was a negotiating tool?  Did it frighten you to know that if there were ever to be a nuclear war we'd be fighting as the remnants of a nation that had already been hit?  In practical essence, the treaties we signed and the deals we negotiated assured that we would never use our nuclear arsenal.  We didn't give ourselves the option.


    Why would we do that?  In a world where we were surrounded by enemies who had the capacity to utterly annihilate us, why would we tie our hands that way?  We did it for one reason only.  We subscribed to the philosophy of the "just war."  In this sense I'm using the word as it is hoped we will understand it when it is used by the President and his advisors.  But, they mean something entirely different by "just war" than the term has been historically understood.


    Augustine, Archbishiop of Hippo first articulated the Just War philosophy as the Roman Empire was falling into ruins at the hands of the Goths and Visigoths.  For over a century since Constantine had adopted Christianity as the state religion, the charge was levied that Christians could not be good citizens.  Their pacifist commitment forbad their entering the army or bearing arms. For Augustine, war came as a logical extension of Civil Government, and Civil Government comes, as St Paul wrote in Romans 13:1-7, by the ordination of God.  However, just as moral checks exist in other realms of government, not every war is morally justified.


    St Augustine outlined specific principles for determining whether the proposed action is a "Just War."  The first requirement is proper authority.  The leaders of nations are answerable to God for the welfare of the states they govern in a way that private citizens are not.  By this first principle, a private citizen who attacks with the methodology of warfare is not to be seen as a warring opponent, but a criminal. 


    The second requirement for a Just War is proper cause.  Augustine specifically excluded as proper cause, "the desire for harming, the cruelty of revenge, the restless and implacable mind, the savageness of revolting, and the lust for dominating."  In essence, proper cause boils down to one thing and one thing only, self defense. 


    The third principle of Just War is reasonable chance of success.  Even if there exists proper authority and cause, human life is simply too precious to spend soldiers in a fight they cannot win. 


    The fourth principle of Just War is proportionality.  Authorities must make all reasonable efforts to assure that the damage caused by their response to aggressgion does not exceed the aggression itself.  Annihilating an enemy in response to an attack against one of your cities is an example of disproportion. 


    The present strategy to equate the "preemptive strike" with "self-defense" is one that has been rejected through 1600 years of the application of the Just War principles.  Perhaps the best recent argument against the preemptive strike was the film "Minority Report."  Did you see it?  It's a futuristic thriller that has a police department dedicated to arresting persons before they commit murder.  Thousands of people who have never harmed anyone are imprisoned as a preemptive measure.  But, as Tom Cruise's character learns when his own name comes up for arrest, the fact that you might commit a crime doesn't mean that you will commit a crime. 


    Humanity is both blessed and cursed by free will.  We have and do make real choices every day.  The preemptive strike is a denial of human free will in favor of determination.  Preemption says that there is no choice, information shared will inevitably be misused, the misuse of information will inevitably lead to weapon development, and the weapon developed will inevitably be used.  In the case specifically of Iraq, it says that weapons the world community tolerated as long as they were turned against foes we tacitly condoned, (Iran and the minority peoples of Iraq) will no longer be tolerated.  When Sadam Hussein's Republican Guard invaded Kuwait, he forced the world community to act.  In the Gulf War, a coallition force made up of nations with various treaties and economic relationships to Kuwait came together and acted in defense of an attacked ally.  This clearly falls under the second principle of proper cause.  12 years later, the situation has changed.  Iraq has been devasted by destruction, sanction and embargo.  It no longer fields a massive army.  It has made no aggressive move.  


    Many Americans are frustrated by the lack of support in the world community for military action against Iraq.  The charges and namecalling hurled by the American press against France, Germany, Russia, and others are simply unjustified.  The bone of contention at this time is that Sadam Hussein has failed to satisfy the international community that he is in compliance with disarmament.  Clearly, action is called for.  But, it is the responsibility of those who would press for war to establish that Iraq poses an immediate threat.  IF Iraq possesses weapons of mass destruction, (clearly a violation of UN resolutions and terms of cease fire requiring international response,) such possession is not proof that Iraq has immediate aggressive intentions.  At this time there is no proof that such weapons even exist.  As long as we have alternatives to war, they must be employed.  Even if the alternatives are exhausted, we may not automatically bring war against a state that has not made an aggressive move in over a decade.  We may correctly view Sadam Hussein as a ruthless, vicious, and evil dictator, but his deplorable character does not constitute proper cause for waging war on the nation he leads. 


    I very much fear that leaders in Washington are ignoring the philosophy of Just War which led us to the Geneva Conventions, rules for proper treatment of prisoners of war, the protection of conscientious objectors, and the War Crimes Tribunal in Hague.  Instead they use the term Just War to mean that military action may be employed to put an end to an irritating man who is a rash on the butt of mankind. 


    When the minister in North Korea warned that they now possess "preemptive strike" capability, where do you think that he got that language?  The North Korean president is worried about attack from the one nation in the world that we know beyond a shadow of a doubt possesses weapons of mass destruction.  The North Korean government is so concerned about the possibility of attack that they are presently conducting air raid drills no fewer than three times per day.  The case that President Bush is building to justify action against Iraq has to be understood in the wider context of the world community.  It would be the ultimate irony if the very logic that President Bush is using to persuade the world to his cause, becomes the line of reasoning that another foe might use to justify a preemptive strike against us.