Friday, December 24, 2010

With apologies to Clement Clark Moore, and nearly everyone else...

Twas the day before Christmas and all cross Tempe

The folks were all happy, even Momma and me.

Our granddaughter’s still sleeping, tho’ the sun is quite high

It’s peaceful and quiet, and that ain’t no lie.

The parlor is filled with a tree very large

And the cupboards bear treats like the load on a barge.

Under the tree are presents and gifts

Wrapped with love giving spirits a lift.

Relations renewed with family and friends

To strengthen the circle that death does not end.

Tomorrow’s the day that we reverence His birth

With giving and loving, and joy for the earth.

Friday, October 22, 2010

An open letter to our local NPR affiliate

Dear KSTX:

I know that you do not control NPR's decisions. But you are their local affiliate. If the local affiliates are significantly hampered by the actions of NPR, I’m sure you will all let it be known to NPR, and “voting” locally with my checkbook is my only leverage in a situation like this. I have also already told my national political representatives how I feel.

I’ve been a staunch supporter of NPR as a balanced news source and have greatly appreciated your work. But this was more than a mere parting of ways with a reporter. This was a rude, uncalled for dismissal of an icon of the trade. Not only is Juan Williams a well-known and valuable key asset to any organization he has been a shining light of fairness and equality in the messy world of Journalism.

Over the years I have heard many NPR journalists and analysts say much, much more controversial things than Juan’s admission of a natural fear fed by the evil rantings of extremists who **self-identify** very publicly as the leadership of the Islamic faith. I have heard Judaism and Christianity bashed. I’ve heard heterosexual males stereotyped as hatemongers. I’ve heard Nina Totenberg rave that she hoped a person’s family all dies of Aids. Yet Juan’s simple admission merits firing and public jokes about his sanity or motives? Juan “crossed the line” with his simple statement? NPR’s stated position is so far beyond inconsistent that it boggles the mind.

When NPR clearly and publically shows that it values truth over political correctness, that it supports true journalism (which certainly includes commentary and opinions when clearly stated as such), that it can provide a balanced forum for all reasonable points of view, that it is not cow-towing to any special interest group—not “bought” by left or right, or, when KSTX is no longer affiliated with NPR, you may ask me again for my financial support.

NPR fires Williams for speaking the truth.

October 21, 2010: How ironic! Just this morning, on their fall fund drive, our local NPR affiliate was bragging that our donations help them maintain their "editorial independence." Right. Apparently a frank and honest expression of one's opinion or feelings, i.e., the truth as Juan sees it, has no place in the life of NPR personnel unless it is P.C.--how does NPR's action support "editorial independence"? I think this a disgusting and cowardly act by NPR!

October 22, 2010: Ah, 'tis a thing of beauty, indeed! Our local NPR station, KSTX, now on the last day of their fall fund drive, are falling all over themselves on air this morning to emphasize that they are a LOCAL non-profit with a LOCAL board of directors reporting on LOCAL issues, with less than 7% of their funding from taxpayers. They claim they are getting content from a wide variety of producers and not solely dependent on NPR, and have, in their words, "no influence in any way on decisions made at the national level by NPR." Heh, heh. Rats deserting a sabotaged ship. With their national leadership having proven NPR has no common sense, let alone integrity, KSTX now proves they have no loyalty but DO have a strong sense of survival. I wonder if they have read the words of the greatest of all: "this very night, before the rooster crows, you will disown me three times." Of course, our local announcer is not Peter, and Vivian Schiller is certainly no Christ. - Dan (a FORMER member of KSTX's McLean Circle)

Thursday, July 15, 2010

The "good old days."

Is it a flaw in human nature, or an evolutionary defense mechanism that we normally tend to remember the good and repress the bad? I'm feeling especially nostalgic for the optimisim of the late years of the last century. Business booming, the human race more aware of the need to preserve the environment. Asia modernizing, India awakening, the Eurozone, the end of Apartheid, travel and technology, peace and prosperity. What a wonderful world the 21st century was going to bring us! Sigh...

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

A loss in the family.

From my son's FaceBook wall: "17 years ago, my mom brought home four puppies that she'd found abandoned along a busy road in San Antonio, TX. We were able to convince my dad to let us keep one of them and I named him Miller. He was with me when I finished high school. He was with me when I got married, and he was with us when I set out on my military career. He was with us when I came home from Korea, and he was with us when I came home from Bosnia. He was with us when I left the Army and returned to civilian life. He was with us when my daughter, Sydney was born, and he was with us during the attacks of 9/11. He was even with us when Sam and I celebrated our 15 year wedding anniversary. From the beginning of my adult life he has been with me. Last night I fed him a 3/4 lb. slab of Prime Rib followed by a bowl of Jim Beam chicken soup. This morning I took him to McDonald's for a sausage biscuit breakfast and he was put to rest at 8:11 this AM in no pain. He's lived in 3 different states and has touched many lives. If there ever was an example of how loving and loyal one dog can be it is the one I call Miller."

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Sheep and Wolves - a story told to me.

I receive the following via Email. I haven't fact checked it, but I think the ideas presented are interesting on their own and I wanted to share this.

On Sheep, Wolves and Sheepdogs
by LTC (RET) Dave Grossman
Posted 03/02/2010 ET
Updated 03/08/2010 ET

Gen. Dula's letter to the University of Washington Student Senate Leader, Jill Edwards.

Jill Edwards is one of the students at the University of Washington who
did not want to honor Medal of Honor winner USMC Colonel Greg Boyington because she does not think those who serve in the U.S. Armed services are good role models. I think that this response is an excellent and thought provoking response.

General Dula is a Retired Air Force Lt Gen (3 Star Gen).
Gen. Dula's letter to the University of Washington student senate leader.
To: Edwards, Jill (student, UW)

Subject: Sheep, Wolves and Sheepdogs

Miss Edwards, I read of your 'student activity' regarding the proposed memorial to Col Greg Boyington, USMC and a Medal of Honor winner. I suspect you will receive a bellyful of angry e-mails from conservative folks like me. You may be too young to appreciate fully the sacrifices of generations of servicemen and servicewomen on whose shoulders you and your fellow students stand. I forgive you for the untutored ways of youth and your naïveté. It may be that you are, simply, a sheep. There's no dishonor in being a sheep - - as long as you know and accept what you are.

Please take a couple of minutes to read the following. And be grateful for the thousands - - millions - - of American sheepdogs who permit you the freedom to express even bad ideas.
Brett Dula

Sheepdog, retired

By LTC(RET) Dave Grossman, RANGER,
Ph.D., author of "On Killing."

Honor never grows old, and honor rejoices the heart of age. It does so because honor is, finally, about defending those noble and worthy things that deserve defending, even if it comes at a high cost. In our time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship, persecution, or as always, even death itself. The question remains:
What is worth defending?
What is worth dying for?
What is worth living for?
- William J. Bennett - in a lecture to the United States Naval Academy November 24, 1997

One Vietnam veteran, an old retired colonel, once said this to me: "Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident."

This is true. Remember, the murder rate is six per 100,000 per year, and the aggravated assault rate is four per 1,000 per year. What this means is that the vast majority of Americans are not inclined to hurt one another. Some estimates say that two million Americans are victims of violent crimes every year, a tragic, staggering number, perhaps an all-time record rate of violent crime. But there are almost 300 million Americans, which means that the odds of being a victim of violent crime is considerably less than one in a hundred on any given year. Furthermore, since many violent crimes are committed by repeat offenders, the actual number of violent citizens is considerably less than two million.

Thus there is a paradox, and we must grasp both ends of the situation: We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation.

They are sheep. I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. To me, it is like the pretty, blue robin's egg. Inside it is soft and gooey but someday it will grow into something wonderful. But the egg cannot survive without its hard blue shell. Police officers, soldiers, and other warriors are like that shell, and someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful. For now, though, they need warriors to protect them from the predators.

"Then there are the wolves," the old war veteran said, "and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy." Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep.

There is no safety in denial.

"Then there are sheepdogs," he went on, "and I'm a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf." If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen, a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath, a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? What do you have then? A sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero's path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed.
Let me expand on this old soldier's excellent model of the sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. We know that the sheep live in denial, that is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids' schools. But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid's school. Our children are thousands of times more likely to be killed or seriously injured by school violence than fire, but the sheep's only response to the possibility of violence is denial. The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their child is just too hard, and so they chose the path of denial.

The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, can not and will not ever harm the sheep. Any sheep dog who intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way, at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours. Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn't tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports, in camouflage fatigues, holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, "Baa." Until the wolf shows up.

Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.

The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them.

This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door.

Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America, more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Remember how many times you heard the word hero? Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle.

The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed, right along with the young ones.

Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, "Thank God I wasn't on one of those planes." The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, "Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference." When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly invested yourself into "warriorhood", you want to be there. You want to be able to make a difference. There is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, but he does have one real advantage. Only one. And that is that he is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population.

There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory crimes of violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said that they specifically targeted victims by body language: Slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself. Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most people can choose which one they want to be, and I'm proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.

Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd, as you recall, was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When he learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd dropped his phone and uttered the words, "Let's roll," which authorities believe was a signal to the other passengers to confront the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers - athletes, business people and parents. -- from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.

There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men. - Edmund Burke -- Here is the point I like to emphasize, especially to the thousands of police officers and soldiers I speak to each year. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep.

Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn't have a choice.

But you are not a critter. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious, moral decision. If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior's path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.

For example, many police officers carry their weapons in church. They are well concealed in ankle holsters, shoulder holsters or inside-the-belt holsters tucked into the small of their backs. Anytime you go to some form of religious service, there is a very good chance that a police officer in your congregation is carrying a weapon. You will never know if there is such an individual in your place of worship, until the wolf appears to massacre you and your loved ones.

I was training a group of police officers in Texas, and during the break, one officer asked his friend if he carried his weapon in church. The other cop replied, "I will never be caught without my gun in church." I asked why he felt so strongly about this, and he told me about a cop he knew who was at a church massacre in Ft. Worth, Texas in 1999. In that incident, a mentally deranged individual came into the church and opened fire, gunning down fourteen people. He said that officer believed he could have saved every life that day if he had been carrying his gun. His own son was shot, and all he could do was throw himself on the boy's body and wait to die. That cop looked me in the eye and said, "Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself after that?"

Some individuals would be horrified if they knew this police officer was carrying a weapon in church. They might call him paranoid and would probably scorn him. Yet these same individuals would be enraged and would call for "heads to roll" if they found out that the airbags in their cars were defective, or that the fire extinguisher and fire sprinklers in their kids' school did not work. They can accept the fact that fires and traffic accidents can happen and that there must be safeguards against them. Their only response to the wolf, though, is denial, and all too often their response to the sheepdog is scorn and disdain. But the sheepdog quietly asks himself, "Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself if your loved ones were attacked and killed, and you had to stand there helplessly because you were unprepared for that day?"

It is denial that turns people into sheep. Sheep are psychologically destroyed by combat because their only defense is denial, which is counterproductive and destructive, resulting in fear, helplessness and horror when the wolf shows up. Denial kills you twice. It kills you once, at your moment of truth when you are not physically prepared: you didn't bring your gun, you didn't train. Your only defense was wishful thinking. Hope is not a strategy. Denial kills you a second time because even if you do physically survive, you are psychologically shattered by your fear, helplessness and horror at your moment of truth.
Gavin de Becker puts it like this in "Fear Less", his superb post-9/11 book, which should be required reading for anyone trying to come to terms with our current world situation: "...denial can be seductive, but it has an insidious side effect. For all the peace of mind deniers think they get by saying it isn't so, the fall they take when faced with new violence is all the more unsettling." Denial is a save-now-pay-later scheme, a contract written entirely in small print, for in the long run, the denying person knows the truth on some level. And so the warrior must strive to confront denial in all aspects of his life, and prepare himself for the day when evil comes. If you are warrior who is legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that the bad man will not come today. No one can be "on" 24/7, for a lifetime. Everyone needs down time. But if you are authorized to carry a weapon, and you walk outside without it, just take a deep breath, and say this to yourself..."Baa."

This business of being a sheep or a sheep dog is not a yes-no dichotomy. It is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject, head-in-the-sand-sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other. Most of us live somewhere in between. Since 9-11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors, and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. The degree to which you move up that continuum, away from "sheephood" and denial, is the degree to which you and your loved ones will survive, physically and psychologically at your moment of truth.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Here, everything is better.

I was in the Oak Park H.E.B. supermarket at lunch-time today. As a young mother approached the check-out behind me, her pre-school child pivoted WAY too quickly and ran face-first into the shopping cart. A bloody lip and much loud emoting resulted. A red-shirted Rachel with an H.E.B. badge quickly stepped up to help. She got the mother a fresh tissue to hold against the split lip and efficiently unloaded the full cart onto the check out belt freeing the mother to comfort her son. In a moment, Dora-Lee, also with H.E.B. badge appeared with brightly colored balloons for the young man. All without missing a beat during the store's normal excellent service. I later learned that Rachel was off-duty, waiting in line with her own shopping. I love H.E.B., and the more I shop other places, the better H.E.B. and the folks who work there seem.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Something smells about this...

This morning around five A.M., shortly after arising, I decided that some time in the outdoor jacuzzi was just what my aching back needed. The jets and the 105-degree F. water should soothe tight muscles. So, I grabbed a towel and, under the light of only the moon, headed for the back yard spa. As I walked the sidewalk that parallels the back of the house and leads to the patio where the spa is located, for a second, I thought I sensed something else in the yard, also moving. I stopped. If there was something else there, it stopped too. I started walking. So did it! There surely was something small and four-legged moving the same direction as I, about 5 yards away, paralleling the alley fence. I stopped to allow my eyes to accommodate to the pre-dawn light. Yes, there is a small patch of white fur clearly visible. Oh, oh, there is also the sheen of dark and shiny fur. Ack! It's a skunk! Now, I wondered, what do I do? After another second I once again began walking toward the spa. The skunk began walking, too, still keeping its distance between me and the fence. And that's the way it went. I reached the spa, the skunk reached an open spot under the fence. He (or she) went out of the yard, I stayed in the yard and was able to enjoy my hot soak odor-free. While even using the spa may not be as EZ as it should be, I just have to be thankful for some blessings.

Friday, January 29, 2010

25 hours a day!

I am absolutely reveling in the extra hour that I now have in my life five days a week. We now live 2 miles from my office. I don't even have to get onto a freeway to get to work. This morning, the drive took less than 15 minutes, and that included a stop to drop shirts at the dry cleaners and another stop to pick up breakfast tacos! My former commute was taking a minimum of 45 minutes each way to cover the 14 miles of which 13 were on a freeway. Oh, newfound freedom, how I love thee!

Monday, January 25, 2010

Slamming! Call the FCC.

OK, AT&T, I've about had it. Every month now for several months some unauthorized third party is hijacking some part of my phone service and charging me $20 - $30 for essentially nothing. This has happened repeatedly on both my home account and my business account. No one except me is authorized to make changes to my phone service. I have NOT authorized any changes. Now, this morning, I cannot place a long-distance call but get a recording referring me to a known scam phone number.

Understand this, AT&T: If this happens just one more time, you have lost me. I will change to VOIP at both locations where the hijacking cannot happen. I do understand that the FCC requires you to make your lines available to anyone and to act as a billing agent for them. I do NOT understand how and why you allow changes to be made to my service without my written authorization when I have asked repeatedly that slamming locks be placed on my account. I am tired of spending hours each month dealing with the problems.

On my most recent call, "Monica" with AT&T promises to fix the problem. We shall see. The FCC regulations authorize me to "lock" my account so no changes can be made without my written approval. Why has this been so hard to accomplish.