Archive for May, 2008

Where to Sing

Last night I put Cameron to bed.  I do this often.  We have monitors that we use in case he has a bad dream, cries, needs something, etc.  About 45 minutes after I put him in bed, I heard singing from the monitor!  Singing is clearly not sleeping, so I knew that I had to put a stop to it, especially since it was so late!

I walked toward his room, and as I rounded the corner of the hallway I saw that his bedroom door was open.  And the bathroom light was on.  Oh!  He had gotten up to go to the bathroom!!  That’s awesome…  And as I peeked into the bathroom, there he was sittin’ on the pot.  Singing.

So if you’ve been wondering where might be the most appropriate place in your house to sing…  That’s it!

Something New

I’ve got a new page here (or click the “Bob’s Music” link above).  Leave a comment on the page & share your thoughts…

Who’s a Nazi?

President Bush appeared to launch a political attack against Presidential hopeful Barack Obama and his Foreign Policy statement that he was willing to be in dialogue with any nation who was willing.  Bush said:

Some seem to believe that we should negotiate with the terrorists and radicals, as if some ingenious argument will persuade them they have been wrong all along.  We have heard this foolish delusion before.  As Nazi tanks crossed into Poland in 1939, an American senator declared:  “Lord, if I could only have talked to Hitler, all this might have been avoided.”  We have an obligation to call this what it is — the false comfort of appeasement, which has been repeatedly discredited by history.

Air America talk show host Thom Hartmannfound exception to this, especially after a caller today affirmed that the Democratic party was taking America down the same road that the Nazis took Germany in the 1930s.  Hartmann said:

As you can see, the formula is simple.  Identify real problems within a society, such as crime, poverty, and unemployment.  Invent a conspiracy responsible for these problems, say it is led by a specific group, and hyperinflate a few anecdotes to make the conspiracy seem vast and powerful.  Say they are trying to destroy the nation by weakening its defenses and corrupting its morals, thus causing the economic pains felt by the average person.  Rally the people behind you in self-defense to restore military strength, moral clarity, and empower great wealth and corporations to “create jobs again.”

As Leo Strauss – the mentor of the Neoconservatives currently controlling much of Washington, DC – pointed out, it’s not even necessary that the so-called enemies of the nation really be enemies.  The myth of national Victimhood, when wrapped in the language of morality, will elevate a politician to power just as surely as will true national victimhood.

It was the formula Hitler used, and it still works today.  It is, in fact, the most consistently reliable way for demagogues to gain power.  It works because it’s gradual but relentless, and progressively absorbs – and then intimidates or co-opts – both government and the media.

Hartmann then does something silly.  He uses history.  He quotes Milton Mayer’s book, They Thought They Were Free:

What happened here was the gradual habituation of the people, little by little, to being governed by surprise; to receiving decisions deliberated in secret; to believing that the situation was so complicated that the government had to act on information which the people could not understand, or so dangerous that, even if he people could understand it, it could not be released because of national security…

Sound familiar?  It gets better:

This separation of government from people, this widening of the gap, took place so gradually and so insensibly, each step disguised (perhaps not even intentionally) as a temporary emergency measure or associated with true patriotic allegiance or with real social purposes.  And all the crises and reforms (real reforms, too) so occupied the people that they did not see the slow motion underneath, of the whole process of government growing remoter and remoter…

To live in this process is absolutely not to be able to notice it – please try to believe me – unless one has a much greater degree of political awareness, acuity, than most of us had ever had occasion to develop.  Each step was so small, so inconsequential, so well explained or, on occasion, “regretted,” that, unless one were detached from the whole process from the beginning, unless one understood what the whole thing was in principle, what all these “little measures” that no “patriotic German” could resent must some day lead to, one no more saw it developing from day to day than a farmer in his field sees the corn growing.  One day it is over his head.

Hartmann’s full article can be found here.

Now, will I be so bold as to compare any American or group to the Nazi party?  No, I won’t.  What I will say is that we must consider history, we must remember, and we must be active in order to prevent the repetition of horrible acts lest we again relive the consequences.

For your consideration, I humbly offer the play “Biedermann und die Brandstifter” (“Biedermann and the Firebugs”) by Max Frisch.  In the play, a town is beseiged by arsonists who literally talk their way into peoples homes and set about with destruction.  The main character, Biedermann, is convinced that this could never happen to him.  And yet almost immediately a stranger appears and talks his way into spending the night in Biedermann’s attic.

Should we be ever vigilant?  Should we say loudly that this will never happen to us?  Should we be blinded by arrogance?  Should we be cautious and intentional in our dialogue?  Should we be active?  Alarmist?  Should we be loud?  Should we keep quiet, “good Americans?”

Olbermann’s Rant

Ok, so for my first real “political” blog (’cause the other one I’ve posted is just excitement about voting) it’s important to know something.  My ideas about our government and how it is run swing decidedly to the left.  I’m not going to put stuff up here in any way to persuade anyone else that I’m right and that everyone who disagrees is wrong.  This is more about dialogue for me.  I would very strongly encourage any who wish to add thoughtful comments.  However, any rudeness or name-calling (or any of the ways we can diminish intelligent dialogue) will not be tolerated.  All comments are moderated!

With that in mind, I offer this link to MSNBC’s streaming video of Countdown with Keith Olbermann from last night.  He’s clearly angry at President George W. Bush for comments made during a recent interview.  Here’s the video.  Enjoy!

Brave Sir Cameron!

I don’t know what it is about car washes.  We never teased him about them, we never tortured him with them, we never made him stand under the shower head.  So I don’t know why he has a dramatic fear of the car wash.  And never-the-less, he does.

For me, the car wash is generally not something I take the time to do in the driveway.  It’s not something where I go to the place where you give them the car and they wash it inside-and-out while I sit on the patio reading a newspaper and sip coffee.  No, the way I do car washes is to wait until the last possible moment.  I wait until it’s hard to see out the windows and I’ve forgotten what color my car is.  Then I take it to the cheapest car wash I can find:  the one at the gas station.

So, today was car wash day.  I drove out to Ventura yesterday for a meeting and must have driven through a storm of insects that likely rivaled that of Egypt when Moses was visiting the Pharoah.  Couldn’t see; time for a car wash.

I’ve learned that I have to warn Cameron that something he doesn’t like is coming.  Previous trips to the gas station and the spur-of-the-moment, “let’s go through the car wash” generally end in the apocalypse.  So, yesterday I warned him that today was car-wash day.  And this morning I warned him that we’d wash the car in the afternoon.  He was prepped.  He was ready.

The first thing that happened after getting gas was that he insisted on sitting in the front seat with me rather than the back seat on his own.  I expected it, so that was ok.  Then he spent the entire car wash cycle kneeling on the seat with his head buried as far down in the seat as he could, as if he could actually bury his head there in the crack of the seat.  I told him how brave he was, and how proud of him I was that he was doing this even though he was scared.

After we had pulled through the whirling fan of terror (the blower that dries the car), he sat slowly up.  He looked around and saw that we were no longer in the car wash.  He was alive.  As I buckled him back into his car seat in the back, he said to me, “Daddy, I was brave hiding!”

Brave Sir Cameron!  And if you know what movie I’m nearly-quoting, you get bonus points!!