Fighting a Truck Fire
Jun 06, 201401:04AM
Yesterday, my daughter and I were alongside a semi that started smoking. The driver pulled off the road onto the shoulder, and as we drove past in traffic, we saw the smoke get heavier.
I pulled off to the side and dug for our fire extinguisher. It's supposed to be under the passenger seat or the dead space next to it. This is not my usual vehicle—my van has a large extinguisher under the passenger seat. I couldn't find one in this car, and about that time, flames started coming out of the tractor's headlight. I checked the rear hatch of our vehicle, which has cargo straps, saws, machetes, tools, prybars, but no extinguisher.
The driver was on the phone to 911, and apparently, another passerby sprinted across 6 lanes of US31 and a block down to the fire station.
I improvised with several bottles of water from the flat we keep in back, managing to kill some of the flames on the lamp assembly, tire and fender. A passenger in another vehicle handed my daughter several more bottles as they drove by. She kept bringing me bottles, I kept squirting them in.
Flames under the hood kept spreading back to the surface, and it finally occurred to me I should be using the awl on my multitool to punch the caps so I could spray a stream. This was more effective. Flames flared up, I got them knocked down. I put out the tire, the fender and the headlight, which cracked and burst. I started spraying under the grill.
I was having some success, but it wasn't going to be enough. I could hear sirens.
In the parking lot behind me, someone screamed for me to get back. Why? The fire was nowhere near the fuel tank, tanks almost never explode, and diesel is less reactive than gasoline. I was safe enough. But that's the effect of too many movies on people's thought processes.
Someone else started directing traffic into the other lanes.
Under the hood, the fire flared up, while the driver tried to reach his extinguisher, which was locked in an outside compartment. His keys had remained in the ignition, and he'd left them as he vacated, which was the right thing to do at the time.
Two police cars rolled up and blocked traffic.
The flames rolled out behind the hood, and there wasn't much more I could do. The fire truck was crossing the highway, and the cops had traffic under control. One of them pointed at me and the road, I thumbed up and we climbed back in and drove off.
It was 30 seconds later I realized something, opened the console, and found the extinguisher in its fitted compartment within. It wasn't my usual vehicle, so I hadn't instinctively known where it was, and I hadn't remembered. Would the extinguisher have been enough? Maybe, though with flames under the hood it might not have mattered if I couldn’t reach them. I'd definitely slowed the fire down, which counted for something.
On our way back a half hour later, I stopped to talk to the driver. The engine compartment was burned, and the front body gone. The cab was largely undamaged. The rest of the truck was fine. It looked repairable, since it didn't seem to have suffered any structural damage.
I'm very irritated that I didn't remember where the extinguisher was, and that I'd forgotten the trick of making a spray bottle by punching a hole. I've done that before, but not recently. We responded, and were helpful (no one else stopped for several minutes, and no one else had an extinguisher), but were not optimal in our efficiency.
From this I learned to have more drills with our own vehicles. Skills are perishable and must be practiced.
I use old extinguishers with low charges to practice on burning brush. I need to add response drills in each vehicle to the drills we do in the house. That $10 extinguisher would have made a difference, if used as well.
My grandparents, as told by my mother:
My father, Ernest F. Stephens (always called "Steve") was born in London, January 1909, the son of a Welsh coal-miner turned construction worker and an Irish farm girl who went to London and worked as a domestic servant in an upper-class household. Dad was the youngest of seven children (4 girls, 3 boys, in that order.) He completed high school at 14 but college or university was not available to him so he joined what was then the Royal Flying Corps intent on improving himself. (1923) He became what was called an "aircraft fitter" which was in essence a mechanic, and learned to fly in a Sopwith Camel. In 1928 he considered returning to civilian life but the depression had started and his father, brothers and brothers-in-law were all unemployed, so he re-enlisted and was promptly posted to the Middle East and bounced around that area from station to station for several years, during which time he learned Arabic and Farsi as well as French, and learned as much as he could about the history and culture of Persia (now Iran) Iraq, Lebanon, Syria and the Holy Land. He even read the Quran. He also went India returning to England in 1935. By then he was a sergeant in what was now called the Royal Air Force. The same year he met my mother and they married in February 1936.
My mother's name was Dorothy May Maidlow, although she was always called Shirley by her siblings, and her parents were refugees from Europe (German father, French mother) who came to England in 1915. My mother was actually born in Lugano, Switzerland, (May 1915) as her parents were on their way out of Europe. She was also the youngest child of her family, the 13th. Her father died when she was only eight and her mother when she was 15, so she went to live with one of her older sisters who was married. She had no formal education beyond high school but was very bright and a fine pianist and water-colour artist. When she married my father she did what was considered normal at the time and became a full-time homemaker. Told that she could have no children, in 1937 she and my father adopted my older brother, (also nicknamed Steve when he joined the Royal Navy at the age of 15).
In 1938 when Nazism was making life very difficult for German Jews, my parents fostered half a dozen Jewish refugee children who had been separated from their parents. (Luckily, in the end, all were reunited) When WW2 began in 1939, my brother was one of thousands of children from Britain's main cities who were sent to live in Wales to keep them safe from expected air-raids. (As it turned out, he was cared for by a family who spoke no English so when he returned home he spoke only Welsh and had to learn English all over again.)
At the time the war began, only officers could become RAF pilots, and to be an officer you had to have a university education and/or come from the moneyed classes. However, due to the shortage of skilled pilots, it was decided that sergeants could be trained and put into action. Thus my father became one of "The Few", the pilots who fought the battle of Britain in 1940, who beat the much larger, more experienced Luftwaffe. At this time, my mother joined the Women's Royal Air Corps in what was basically a secretarial position, but due to her above average intelligence she was recruited to work at Bletchley Park where she became one of the "girls" who eventually broke the Enigma code, along with other codes in use by the Germans.
After the Battle of Britain, my father was posted to a number of bases both at home and abroad, where he worked in his capacity as an aircraft mechanic but also took advanced courses that qualified him as an aeronautical engineer. While stationed in Gibraltar he was in charge of cannibalizing the remains of 250 aircraft that were damaged in the North African campaign - he built 50 complete airplanes from the pieces and parts. He was also stationed briefly in Malta, which was horribly bombarded by the Germans, in Libya and Egypt, and in 1941 he was sent back to Persia where he witnessed the coronation of the Shah of Iran. He was sent to Italy (Sicily) in 1943. There, he learned Italian and in 1944 he was on the Italian mainland when Vesuvius erupted and he also visited Pompeii and Rome.
In my father's absence my mother continued her work at Bletchley, and then (I'm not sure of the date) got my brother back from Wales. In 1943 she returned from work one day to find her house (and the entire block on which it had stood) destroyed in an air-raid. The only surviving item was a souvenir cup from 1911 commemorating the Coronation of King George V and Queen Mary which had belonged to her mother and is now in my possession. (It's a little chipped and scratched) In 1944 my mother lost another house to a V-1 rocket, while she and my brother were actually in it! She and my brother took shelter under the stairway, curled up tightly, and survived, only slightly injured, to find that the stairway was the only part of the house left standing.
In 1944 my father went to work with the French Resistance in Occupied France, a period which he did not discuss with us. The only story I heard was that he was responsible for the discovery of a German spy, posing as a member of the Maquis but felt rather badly because the young man was only 19 and was later executed.
At the end of WW2, the Royal Air Force decided to allow non-commissioned officers to go through a training programme that would allow them to become officers. My father was in the very first group chosen, and became a Flying Officer in 1946, about eighteen months before I was born in October 1947. My earliest recollections are from when I was about three, when we lived on an RAF station on Thorny Island, off the coast of Hampshire (Southern England) It was part of Coastal Command. They used seaplanes for patrolling the coast and I remember sitting on my father's lap and flying above the chalk cliffs. Since that day I've always loved aerial views of the land. In 1952, shortly after the birth of my youngest brother, my father returned from a posting in Bulawayo (now Zimbabwe, Africa) which was then part of the British Empire, with the news that the whole family was going be able to go and live there for the duration of his posting.
After we returned to England my father was appointed as the Commanding Officer of an RAF station near Liverpool, Northwest England, which was his last posting. He retired after 38 years of service. His experiences in the Middle East and Italy gave him an interest in archaeology and ancient history. He also loved gardening and until we went to live near Liverpool, he and my mother grew all the vegetables and much of the fruit that the family consumed. A couple of times a year, my father would travel to London for a meeting, and usually he took me with him. We would stay with his oldest sister and her family, and I got to see all the great sights of London, and then on the Monday we would go to a building in Whitehall, where I would sit in the lobby and read until his meeting was over. I was never told what transpired at these meetings - he just said it was related to his service in the RAF. When I was in my thirties, while visiting my parents in England, I saw a documentary on the BBC about Britain's MI5 and MI6 - and recognized the lobby where I used to wait for my Dad! Even then, my father told me nothing, other than to agree that I was right about that being the place!
For his service in the RAF my father was awarded the WW2 Service Medal, The Distinguished Service Order, (for his work in Gibraltar) The Africa Star, The Italy Star, The Long Service and Good Conduct Medal and the 1939-45 Star. My mother won the WW2 Service Medal and the 1939-45 Star.
My father passed away 12 April 1992 at the age of 84, my mother on 19 October 1995, aged 81. Had she lived a few weeks longer she would have been able to tell me the details of what she did at Bletchley and what my father did for Military Intelligence, but, having signed the Official Secrets Act she was sworn to secrecy until 31 December 1995 - and she took her oath very seriously.
I am immensely proud of both my parents. And I remember telling my father that I thought he was a remarkable person, to which he replied that he was not remarkable, that he was an ordinary man who had had a remarkable life.
I'm going to preface this by saying I DO NOT blame Archon's concom (yet). They got handed a bag of feces and really don't have any options.
It started when Tim "Uncle Timmy" Bolgeo was invited as Fan Guest of Honor.
Some anonymous (of course) hero read through his newsletter The Revenge of Hump Day to find a racist comment, out of context, copied and pasted from another source. Apparently, said crusader wasn't bright enough to realize that the phrase "tacky alert" is the intellectual and non-pussy little bitch version of "trigger warning." (Oh, did I offend you? That's nice. Fuck off, pussy.)
So, it was a race-oriented joke in poor taste. What kind of monster does that?
Other than every comedian in the country and half the internet?
"ZOMG! What would happen if the press found out we invited A RACIST!!! To our convention???"
Honestly, the press could give two shits about something like Archon. It's not ComicCon, not DragonCon, not even a horror con. I'm sure they have better things to do than troll through old internet posts looking for tacky jokes of someone they've never heard of attending a thing they've never heard of. Don't give yourself too much credit for relevance.
And then EMCS or whatever his name is spit his binky, shit his diaper, screamed for mommy, and demanded Uncle Timmy be stricken from the list.
Lots of other sandy genitalia piled on, in an orgy of bliss. AHA! We have someone to hate! Life is good!
The Gold Medal goes to the person whom I won't embarrass by name, who said, "Well, I don’t know who he is or what he said, but I guess this is for the best."
"Liberal" "Tolerance" in action. Someone said he said something bad, BAN HIM!
BTW, the ORIGINAL source of the tacky joke seems to be Saint Louis' Craigslist. Guilty consciences?
I commented that Mel Brooks certainly wouldn't be welcome, with his jokes about Jews, gays, blacks and rape. I got snidely reminded that "You do realize that Mel Brooks is Jewish, right?"
Oh, right. That TOTALLY justifies racist, homophobic and rape culture humor. Silly me. So, what jokes can blacks tell? What jokes can gays tell? We already know white people can't tell jokes at all (even if the Klan DID go after Tim's Catholic, Italian ancestors).
I got no answer. Apparently, it's okay to make offensive jokes if you're something, but not if you're something else, because racist.
Predictably, that thread turned into…a thread of racist, sexist and homophobic jokes. Last I checked, it was still there.
So, Archon has no problem with that kind of humor. Though it's possible the mouthpiece in question hasn't brought it to their attention yet. So, what's the problem with Uncle Timmy?
Probably because he's conservative and Catholic. The commentary does in fact suggest frothing religious bigotry and political bias.
so many sad old white people grasping at straws! I'm glad this controversy happened so that all of the closet Archon racists have come out of the woodwork, and will I know who to avoid or mock in the future, if I ever do come back to the con. A lot of you probably don't realize your own racism and are simply old and out of touch conservatives, frightened by the rapidly changing world and the looming end of white privilege, and I feel sorry for you. I'm consoled by the fact that most of you are of an aging generation that will be dying off in the next few decades. anyway non-PC jokes are one thing, but the quotes from uncle timmy's newsletter to the effect of 'black people don't learn the same way whites do' are beyond the pale (no pun intended) and Archon did the right thing by uninviting him. Now it's just a waiting game while the rest of y'all old racist a-holes die off so we can move forward as a species.
Michael Z; Williamson: "sad old white people" is ageism.
John Mitchell And oh yeah, thanks for rubbing my nose in my own mortality by reminding me I'm part of "an aging generation that will be dying off in the next few decades". Bonus point for sensitivity...
13 mins • Like • 4
Andy Hamilton your the one defending a racist. i have no obligation to be sensitive to anybody's stupid beliefs and i dont have to tiptoe around the issue. you're basically already dead. deal with it.
Michael Z. Williamson: Wow. What a tolerant little fuck.
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Get that? HE LIKED my comment. He's proud of it.
By the way, Andy is not racist—his wife has a black cousin.
Now, Brad Torgersen has a black wife, and he's racist (per the SJWs). Tom Kratman has a Panamanian wife and he's racist. Larry Correia has Portuguese (Latino) ancestry and he's racist. Sarah Hoyt is from Portugal itself and is racist. And of course, since I'm white, I'm totally identical to American whites, and therefore racist. As long as you're a conservative, or even worse, a libertarian, you're racist. A liberal can have black friends to prove they're not racist, but a conservative, well, you're racist, because you just are.
Oh, did you note that Andy isn't even coming to the con? So what's his point?
Oh, BTW Andy:
"but the quotes from uncle timmy's newsletter to the effect of 'black people don't learn the same way whites do' are beyond the pale (no pun intended)"
Well, Andy, you should probably contact the Dept Ed, George Mason University, and the NYT and tell them how racist they are, for saying that people of different ethnicities, cultures and languages learn differently:
So it turns out you're ignorant, stupid and full of shit as well as a racist, ageist, fat-shaming "tolerant" "liberal." Whose wife's cousin is black, thus proving you're not racist. Or something.
The entire wall is full of frothing vitriol, hate, racism, ageism, fat shaming, anti-Christian sentiment, anti-conservative sentiment, threats of violence, threats of harassment, and god knows what else. From "tolerant" "liberals."
Way to be tolerant and diverse, "liberals." You make me proud.
I draw attention to this comment:
Christopher D. Cyr Just harass him a bunch. Then when he reports you, say he's lying. Then security will escort him off premises. Yesterday at 10:20am • Like • 5
This violates the Archon harassment policy, to whit:
“All attendees at Archon are expected to treat other attendees, guests, staff, and the general public with respect. Harassment of any kind, including physical assault, deliberate intimidation, stalking, unwanted photography, or unwelcome physical attentions, will not be tolerated.
Any attempt to have an innocent person removed from the convention by falsely accusing him or her of threats will be itself treated as an act of harassment and will be dealt with appropriately. The responsibility for settling interpersonal disputes lies solely with the individuals involved, and Archon will not tolerate being used as a leveraging point in such disputes.”
I do expect Archon to ban this Christopher D. Cyr from the con AT ONCE, since he's stated an intent to cause trouble, harass people, and violate policy. (Got a screenshot, btw, in case anyone wants to claim I'm making it up.) Unless they're lying hypocrites who don't actually have an harassment policy, and endorse such behavior.
Also, I can't help but notice that every crusader I see is…a middle class white person. No doubt fighting for those poor minorities who just aren't capable of comprehending the slight done to them.
Oh, it turns out that several people of various racial and ethnic makeups went to bat for Uncle Timmy. Guess what? Yeah, they're racist, too. This was libsplained to them. Denying you're a racist makes you a racist. White people know this (if they're liberal).
What seems obvious to me is:
Archon's attendance, management and guests are overwhelmingly (90%+) middle class white people born in the US.
They feel guilty about this.
Rather than do anything about it, they're attacking a third party to try to prove they're not racist.
Cool story, white guys. You've definitely made the case.
You bigoted fucks.
From me: Christmas Sales and Gifts
Dec 08, 201312:23AM
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Enjoy your holiday of choice.
Europe AAR, with pictures
Nov 25, 201312:41PM
Hosted here, and on my site.
How To Restore Greatness to America In One Easy Step
Nov 18, 201309:52PM
Stop being a little pussy.
What was that?
Stop being a little pussy.
Oh, right. Profanity. That's good.
Stop being a little pussy.
It's also sexist. You're genderizing negativity as female.
Stop being a little pussy.
This isn't funny. You're a misogynistic troglodyte.
Stop being a little pussy.
I get it. Don't you have anything intellectual to say?
Stop being a little pussy.
You know, I'm just going to copy this to everyone I know so they can see what kind of person you are.
Stop being a little pussy.
Would you stop repeating yourself?
As soon as you stop being a little pussy.
Behavior like yours is what's wrong with America.
Stop being a little pussy.
Fuck you. I'm just going to block you so I don't have to listen to this.
That won't help you stop being a little pussy.
You're a racist!
Stop being a little pussy.
You probably have a small penis, too.
Stop being a little pussy.
I'm going to find some tolerant people to talk to, who agree with me.
Stop being a little pussy.
This Is Why People Hate Me
Nov 16, 201309:06PM
RIP Greg "Clash" Mate
Nov 11, 201304:27PM
I met Clash sometime around 1990 while running parties at the Chicago area sci fi conventions. We served bodacious amounts of booze, played music, filled rooms with young people and generally had a great time.
Certain of the older lit-fic crowd were less than thrilled. We were all about fun, not serious study of blahblah. But quite a few others from 16-90 attended our parties and had a great time. In fact, in 1993 at the Chicago Worldcon, we drank beer with Timothy Leary. He happened to be in town, stopped by the convention, was invited to our party. Our booze tab for that weekend broke 4 digits.
So Clash was a DJ. In short order, he DJed almost every convention dance in the area, and in some other areas, and at several clubs. He had an amazing selection of tunes, including some really outré alternative stuff, punk, remix, hip-hop, proto-steampunk, techno, everything.
His day job at the time was loading cargo for UPS, and he was ripped. He looked more like a wrestler than a sci fi nerd, who was also a beer geek. For at least one convention in San Fran, he and friends flew in a week early to LA, rented a car, and drove up through CA sampling every brew pub en route. I'm amazed they survived.
Like a Time Lord, he always had a Companion. First DJ Sparrow. Then a variety of hot chicks who really did learn DJing from him, then various schleps to haul the gear, then Amy, whom he finally realized he should marry.
Back in 1994, I drove from Champaign to Bloomington to pick up another friend, to Chicago, picked up Clash and all his gear, then we drove to Winnipeg, with a stop overnight in MN, for Conadian, that year's Worldcon.
We first ran into issues at the Pembina, ND border crossing. Despite National Guard plates, military ID, and "vacation," we were directed to pull over for inspection.
Out came some little shortass with neither humor nor professionalism and said, "Open the doors."
I said they were unlocked. He didn't say, "I need you to open them, sir." He just stood there until I realized his type and opened the doors and gate of my wagon.
He dove in like a dachshund after a rabbit, rooted through, found my underwear in my luggage, then found Clash's rolling case of CDs and mix board.
"A mixing board."
Then he found my four guitars, signal processing racks in the travel case, power supplies and amps.
"Are you a musician?"
"What are these?"
"What do they do?"
"Are you being funny?"
"Well, sir, that one's got overdrive, analog and digital distortion, signal compression-expansion, flange/chorus/delay with reverb and selectable hall size and shape with inversion options and noise gates and ADSR. The separate box is an envelope filter, and the rest are stereo imaging mixers. The synth has arpeggiators, sequencers and an external memory module with waveform shapers and both VCO and external oscillator inputs."
Clearly overwhelmed, he started some blather about how I should talk to immigration if I was planning on working.
"Sir, I have right of abode in Canada, so if you really want to talk to Immigration they'll tell me to go ahead. I'm not working, I'm on vacation, and this stuff is for a demonstration."
"What's it worth?"
"Oh…ten thousand or so." (I didn't realize until that moment how much my gear was worth.)
Clash said his was worth about $2000 for the board, plus the CDs, and that, "It's for a demonstration. I throw parties."
Shortass opened a bag and said, "Is this for a demonstration too?" then realized it was full of whips and floggers.
I said, "That's personal" and he decided to drop it and let us on our way. He never actually inspected the grain alcohol and mixers I had. Dumbass.
(Actually, the floggers were for friends to use for costume purposes. Trust me on this.)
So we arrived in Winnipeg, and Clash was out of the car, bouncing around in eagerness. I had to tell him three times to slow down.
We got to the room we were sharing with Prime Slime and a friend's 16 year old daughter (nothing inappropriate happened and nothing was intended to happen, but looking back, and looking at the laws now…yikes.)
Then Slime opened up his cooler, with all his supplies pre-measured. He pulled out the powdered sugar, in Ziploc bags, each containing exactly one pound, for mixing his signature drink of Slime.
Clash said, "Uh, Slime, you didn't cross the border with those, did you?"
"Yeah, why?" Then he looked down at the 1 lb Ziploc of white powder…
Looking back, I am amazed we weren't all in jail by that time.
So we were in Canada, with Illinois plates, which of course meant we were Chicago gangsters. And we had women in chainmail bikinis and high strength booze.
Next, Clash grabbed his gear and got dressed for the first evening, with a kilt he'd borrowed.
"This may not be my size," he said.
I took a look, snickered, decided if I should, and decided he was a friend. "Clash, pleats go in back."
"Are you sure?"
"Where was I born, Clash?"
"Oh, right. Hold on." He went back into the bathroom, while me, Slime and the young lady snickered, and came out wearing the kilt properly, and it fit much better.
After that it was a fairly "normal" SF con, as normal as those get. Until Saturday.
Saturday night, there was a dance. They had a big hall, a goodly number of people, and dance music…most of it 80s pop.
After 5 songs, Clash commented to me, in a shouted whisper, that he wasn't sure if he should comment on their music choice.
What he was asking was if he should create an incident, and as a friend, I of course told him to proceed.
So he hand-signed for permission to approach the podium (he was a professional), got it, climbed up, and said,
"Hey. I'm Clash, I DJ most of the Chicago conventions and some clubs. I have a case of disks with me if you'd like to pick through for some stuff. Some's pretty new and edgy."
Well, these were CANADIANS!
In fact, they cleared a space and offered to let him set up his own board alongside theirs.
Dueling DJs, game on.
So we founds some schleps to get the gear, and in twenty minutes, Clash was set up behind his board, headset on, black villain mask, black poet shirt, kilt, black boots, belt equipped with leashes in case he got lucky, and he had music cued up. Rum may have been involved.
He showed me the first case.
And the host DJ announced, "Okay, we're going to throw in something else here. From Chicago, this is DJ Clash!"
Cue international incident in 3, 2, 1…
Something by Madonna faded out…and in came…(Language warning): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcbZUmLlNEo
By ten seconds, the dance floor was empty, and the Canadians looked as if they'd been head-beat with ball bats. Clash was laughing maniacally.
And within another 10 seconds, everyone was back on the dance floor, as the Canadian DJ looked at the disk case and said, "Oh, yes, I'd heard something about this."
Clash followed that with "The Punk Polka."
I'm not sure what it did for international relations, but it worked okay for the dance. There were no hard feelings, and they went back and forth between 80s and edgy.
If you look at his Facebook page, every photo shows him grinning.
That was Clash. If there was a party, he was there. If there wasn't, he created one on the spot.
He followed that first kilt with others, with Scotch, and with all things Scottish, because if it's not Scottish, it's CRAP!
The last couple of years he appeared to have some health problems, but nothing critical. I was in Holland when another of the pack IMed me, asked me to call, and since I couldn't from overseas, gave me the bad news.
Clash is a year younger than me, far too young to die of mundane causes. There's a whole list of people who shouldn't die anytime soon, and he's near the top. But we don’t get a choice.
The convention dances aren't going to be the same without him. Whoever takes over the task has huge combat boots to fill. And he better bring Scotch.
So let's toast him with high end Scotch, or rum if you must.
RIP—Rest In Party.
Catch Me In Europe!
Oct 21, 201304:26PM
Spangdahlem Air Base, 2 November, 2013:
And the American Book Center in the Hague, afternoon of 3 November:
Do please stop by and introduce yourself. Military/DoD/contractors and family can get a free signed book at Spang. In the Netherlands, you can buy a copy and have me deface it in person.
Fun With People Who Believe The "Truth." But WHICH "Truth"?
Oct 12, 201309:20PM
Peter Reynolds: 2 days agoI'm a right wing libertarian and I want freedom of the press and freedom from a self-serving, dishonest press which is what we have now.
The clearest example of this is the Daily Mail's inverse relationship with the Editors' Code where its editorial policy and business plan is to publish "inaccurate, misleading and distorted" information.
I'm very disappointed that the Telegraph is competing with the Mail in a race to the bottom. Increasingly, the only difference between the two papers seems to be the size of the page.
Implement Leveson in full. The Fleet Street mafia needs to be broken up so that true journalism can flourish.
MichaelZWilliamson: "Right wing libertarian" is like a "militant pacifist."So it shouldn't be surprise that you want state control of the media for "freedom." You're just a right winger.All press has a bias inherently. People are human beings. It's up to the educated reader to determine which is accurate, and which suits their agenda.
Clearly. you fear that your position will suffer if you can't cram it down people's throats.5 hours ago · Like · 6
Seth Everybody is in favor of Freedom of the Press when they believe that the press would publish stuff they like if it could. They tend to oppose such freedom when they come to believe that the press would publish stuff they don't like.4 hours ago · Unlike · 3
Ray I think the word you were looking for is "Authoritarian." The Press, having service its purpose, is now to be controlled so that no one else can use it at the Left did. It is called "Pulling up the Ladder."4 hours ago · Like · 2
Seth Breidbart You can't have freedom of the press and freedom from a dishonest press; who gets to define "dishonest"?4 hours ago · Unlike · 5
Mike L MiniTru, of course4 hours ago · Unlike · 2
Phill I thought it was Snopes or Huffingtonpost that decided what was true & what is dishonest.4 hours ago via mobile · Like · 2
John Our "Betters" want to control tge information we get, for our own good of course...4 hours ago via mobile · Like · 2
Ray You can, however, have strong libel and slander laws that will punish outright lies.4 hours ago · Like
James The US had strong libel and slander laws and they were used to attack the press for political reasons and did shut down many.4 hours ago · Like
Ray But nowadays, the MSM can outright lie without fear of punishment because you have prove "intent."4 hours ago · Like · 1
Maya The press seems to print all sorts of stuff, inflammatory, opinionated, downright scathing about just about everyone and everything. Where's the lack of freedom?4 hours ago via mobile · Like
Michael Z. Williamson Maya this references proposed legislation in the UK.2 hours ago · Like · 2
Tad And Fox News had to go to court to say they weren't really a "news" organization but an "entertainment" org., so they wouldn't have to tell the truth. (You can look it up.)
I don't recall this ever happening to CBS or NBC news. Maybe I missed it.2 hours ago · Like · 1
Michael Z. Williamson Tad : Not quite. Again, the public commentary is incomplete on the actual event. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Akre
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Michael Z. Williamson https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dateline_NBC#General_Motors_vs._NBC and I guess you missed this about NBC, Tad
The 60-minute program focused on General Motors' Rounded-Line Chevrolet C/K-Series pickup trucks allegedly exploding upon impact during accidents due to the poor design of fuel tanks. Dateline's footage showed a sample of a low-speed accident with the fuel tank exploding. In reality, Dateline NBC producers had rigged the truck’s fuel tank with remotely controlled model rocket engines to initiate the explosion. The program did not disclose the fact that the accident was staged. GM hired Failure Analysis Associates (FaAA, now Exponent) whose investigators studied the footage, and discovered that smoke actually came out of the fuel tank six frames before impact.
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Michael Z. Williamsonhttp://www.nytimes.com/1981/04/17/nyregion/falsification-of-prize-article-puts-a-spotlight-on-how-newspapers-check.html or the NYT, Tad
FALSIFICATION OF PRIZE ARTICLE PUTS A SPOTLIGHT ON HOW NEWSPAPERS CHECKwww.nytimes.comSTORIES By JONATHAN FRIENDLY The revelation that a Pulitzer Prize-winning accoun...See Moreabout an hour ago · Like · 1 ·
Michael Z. Williamson http://www.theblaze.com/.../ NBC again, Tad , and it's going to cost them dearly.
http://www.poynter.org/latest-news/top-stories/168391/the-iconic-photos-of-trayvon-martin-george-zimmerman-why-you-may-not-see-the-others/ and this
http://www.ihatethemedia.com/trayvon-martins-doctored-hoodie-photo or this "news" photo that was heavily photoshopped.http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2012/04/03/trayvon-martin-case-leads-to-multiple-embarrassments-for-nbc-msnbc/
Michael Z. Williamson https://en.wikipedia.org/... Time Magazine, maybe? Tell me when my point is made.
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Jerry Well, it took a while Tad, but I think you mean this one:
(Please take note that this is the actual judgement rendered by the court, not an internet rumor.)
The District Court of Appeal in Florida ruled against a woman claiming whistle-blower protection because.... wait for it.... she wasn't a whistle blower under the law. Whether or not Fox News lied or didn't lie was not at issue. What WAS at issue was whether or not she was fired for threatening to go to the FCC over what she perceived as pressure to lie.
No court ever found that Fox News lied and Fox News never claimed they had the right to lie. They did say that she did not deserve remuneration under a whistle blower statute because what she was threatening to report would have been, if it were true, a violation of a policy, not of a law.
Isn't it amazing what a little research can turn up?
NEW WORLD COMMUNICATIONS OF TAMPA INC WTVT TV v. AKRE, No. 2D01-529., February 14, 2003 - FL...caselaw.findlaw.comFindlaw provides NEW WORLD COMMUNICATIONS OF TAMPA INC WTVT TV v. AKRE, No. 2D01-529., February 14, 2003 - FL District Court of Appeal | FindLawabout an hour ago · Edited · Like · 1 · Remove Preview
Michael Z. Williamson https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killian_documents_controversy Oh, here's CBS. There were several things wrong here. First, it was obviously word processed TNR, not something done on a typewriter. Arguing that it COULD have been done on certain typewriters at that time neglects the fact that an ANG secretary would not have such a machine, which still wouldn't have had smart apostrophes back then.
This also doesn't take into account that the lingo in the alleged memos is Army (They were "found" by an Army officer) not USAF (having served in both, it jumped out at me. No USAF officer would phrase a memo that way).
And his claim that he found them "in a dumpster" during an alleged cover, when the Privacy Act of 1974 is plastered in every orderly room, next to the shredder, which is expected to be used, and tossing stuff in a dumpster would be a security violation.
Not counting the fact that important stuff is duplicated at state HQ and possibly National Archives.
Which leads up to the entire dishonesty that somehow Bush was a "draft dodger" while flying a fighter aircraft. Do not even go there, I did 12 years Air Guard in a leadership position, know some of the people mentioned in the documents, and will spank any challenger.
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Michael Z. Williamson IOW: Both dishonest AND poorly researched.about an hour ago · Like · 2
Michael Z. Williamson Hmm...it seems the "liberal" expose sites have as much trouble with the facts as conservative ones. Who would have guessed?about an hour ago · Like
Michael Z. Williamson On the "Bush" thing, I read through all the FOIA docs in 5 minutes, and laughed. Since I have the context to know what I was reading, there was absolutely nothing the slightest bit questionable. Without context, any dozen quotes could sound suspicious...except I have all the same docs in _MY_ records.about an hour ago · Like
Joseph II Maybe Tad or another "liberal" could answer this question.
What is up with the hatred of Fox News?
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Michael Z. Williamson So what I'm taking away from this is the irony that the leftist media activists accusing Fox of lying are...lying.
And they want the rules changed so they can make the judgment calls.
Doesn't that just fill you with confidence?55 minutes ago · Edited · Like · 1
Seth I like it that everybody gets to decide what is true and what is dishonest, and everybody else gets to laugh at them. They all get the credibility they deserve (in the eyes of the person deciding how much credibility to accord them).24 minutes ago · Like