Colin Powell’s response to the Archbishop

The United States believes strongly in what you call soft power, the value of democracy, the value of the free economic system, the value of making sure that each citizen is free and free to pursue their own God-given ambitions and to use the talents that they were given by God. And that is what we say to the rest of the world. That is why we participated in establishing a community of democracy within the Western Hemisphere. It’s why we participate in all of these great international organizations.

There is nothing in American experience or in American political life or in our culture that suggests we want to use hard power. But what we have found over the decades is that unless you do have hard power ? and here I think you’re referring to military power ? then sometimes you are faced with situations that you can’t deal with.

I mean, it was not soft power that freed Europe. It was hard power. And what followed immediately after hard power? Did the United States ask for dominion over a single nation in Europe? No. Soft power came in the Marshall Plan. Soft power came with American GIs who put their weapons down once the war was over and helped all those nations rebuild. We did the same thing in Japan.

So our record of living our values and letting our values be an inspiration to others I think is clear. And I don’t think I have anything to be ashamed of or apologize for with respect to what America has done for the world.

We have gone forth from our shores repeatedly over the last hundred years and we?ve done this as recently as the last year in Afghanistan and put wonderful young men and women at risk, many of whom have lost their lives, and we have asked for nothing except enough ground to bury them in, and otherwise we have returned home to seek our own, you know, to seek our own lives in peace, to live our own lives in peace. But there comes a time when soft power or talking with evil will not work where, unfortunately, hard power is the only thing that works.

a snippet

http://www.opinionjournal.com/extra/?id=110003834

In part:
“I am fully aware in saying this that the present U.S. administration has made itself an obstacle in various ways to the development of a more robust and comprehensive framework of international law. But the thing cuts both ways. The war to depose Saddam Hussein and his criminal regime was not of a piece with that. It didn’t have to be opposed by all the forces that did in fact oppose it. It could, on the contrary, have been supported–by France and Germany and Russia and the U.N., and by a mass democratic movement of global civil society. Just think about that. Just think about the kind of precedent it would have set for other genocidal, or even just lavishly murderous, dictatorships–instead of all those processions of shame across the world’s cities, and whose success would have meant the continued abandonment of the Iraqi people.

It is, in any event, such realities–the brutalizing and murder by the Baathist regime of tens upon tens of thousands of its own nationals–that the recent war has brought to an end. It should have been supported for this reason, irrespective of the reasons (concerning weapons of mass destruction) that George Bush and Tony Blair put up front themselves; though it is disingenuous of the war’s critics to speak now as if the humanitarian case for war formed no part of the public rationale of the Coalition, since it was clearly articulated by both the president and the prime minister more than once.

Here is one approximate measure of the barbarities of the Baathist regime I have just referred to. It comes not from the Pentagon, or anyone in the Bush administration, or from Tony Blair or those around him. It comes from Human Rights Watch. According to Human Rights Watch, during 23 years of Saddam’s rule some 290,000 Iraqis disappeared into the regime’s deadly maw, the majority of these reckoned to be now dead. Rounding this number down by as much as 60,000 to compensate for the “reckoned to be,” that is 230,000. It is 10,000 a year. It is 200 people every week. And I’ll refrain from embellishing with details, which you should all know, as to exactly how a lot of these people died.

Had the opposition to the war succeeded, this is what it would have postponed–and postponed indefinitely–bringing to an end. This is how almost the whole international left expressed its moral solidarity with the Iraqi people. Worse still, some sections of the left seemed none too bothered about making common cause with, marching alongside, fundamentalist religious bigots and known racists; and there were also those who dismissed Iraqi voices in support of the war as coming from American stooges–a disgraceful lie.”

Birth certificates

Birth certificates

Laureen just called me on her cell phone and asked if I wanted to get a copy of my birth certificate because that’s what she was doing at the moment.

I replied, “Uh, I’m not sure how you could do that, seeing as I was born in Oklahoma.”

“Oh,” she said. “Never mind, then.”

Happy Birthday To Me

Happy Birthday To Me

I’m 32 today.

Something I do every year is try to take a look back at the past year and figure out just exactly where I stand with respect to last year–sort of an internal performance review. I do this because ultimately I need to know if I’m going somewhere in life, even though I might not know the ultimate destination.

I finally have mentally prepared myself to be a father. I’m not sure what happened, but it was similar to the Simpsons episode where Bart is playing miniature golf against Todd Flanders. “Tree falling in the woods, tree falling in the woods, aooough…” Basically, I realized that my mind was the one thing holding me back. Thinking too much about something can sometimes not make a situation better. Instead, it just leads to more unnecessary thoughts and fears.

I have enough fear in my life, thank you.

What I’ve learned:

  • I’m not much for going and playing video games in an arcade anymore. We went to Dave and Buster’s for my birthday (Laureen actually surprised me this time), and although I had fun, I really didn’t do much game playing. Of course, my particular belief about D&B’s is that instead of walking into their arcade you could just as easily hold your wallet to a vaccuum cleaner and hit the ‘On’ switch. All of the games are timed, which means that if you want to continue on anything other than the one Ms. Pac Man/Galaga machine hiding in the back, you have to swipe your card another time. They use credits instead of dollars, and I know for a fact that this tactic make a person lose the sense of how much it’s actually costing them to play the game.
  • I’m ready to be a father. I think I covered that above.
  • I like Henry Rollins’ spoken word stuff.
  • I’m not good at Warcraft III.
  • I spend a lot of time surfing the net.
  • My cholesterol’s too high.
  • I have no idea what sort of fun exercise activity I’d like to do. I’ve thought of some things like fencing or racquetball, but those are the kind of activities where it costs a certain amount of money to do them, and if I’m not ready to commit to doing them on a regular basis, it’s wasted money.
  • I need to take my lunch to work more.
  • J. K. Rowling is a good author.
  • I like Lawrence Block, Joan Hess, and Sue Grafton’s murder mysteries.
  • Despite the logical reasons put forward by my conservative friends, I still don’t like the fact that we went into Iraq on the basis of finding Weapons of Mass Destruction. Before the invasion, the U.N. inspection team wanted more time to investigate in Iraq, and the U.S. said no. Now, we’re the ones wanting more time to find something, anything to back up one of the reasons for the war (yes, there are other reasons, I know, I know, don’t get your knickers in a twist) while the U.N. wants to get inspectors back there as quickly as possible.
  • I dislike the fact that money in this country allows you more access to changing the way things work in terms of politics.
  • I don’t see any way to make the system better without someone finding a way around it.
  • I believe that the work I’m doing for my church has meaning and value, even if I feel so tired by doing it.
  • I believe that people who say “Well, evolution’s still a theory. That means it hasn’t been proven.” have no clue what a scientific theory is.
  • I want to get out of taking medicine for depression.
  • I hate having my blood sugar drop around six in the evenings.
  • I hate fainting whenever my blood is drawn.
  • I’m troubled about this world. It requires faith in the next one to keep going.
  • Racism exists in America. Every effort to make people of any ethnicity proud of their heritage winds up creating some type of racial tension in all people of other ethnicities (the same applies for sexual orientation, come to think of it).
  • I don’t have a solution for that, either. “Kum by yah, my Lord, kum by yahhhhh…”
  • I like Celtic traditional dancing.
  • I believe that MTV and in particular rap videos of almost all stripes have done a disservice to African American children by presenting entirely unreal images of what matters in life. Of course, I’m white, so take the statement with that particular grain of salt, okay?
  • I still love my wife, more so than ever before.
  • I still love my family, my friends, my job, and most importantly my God.
  • I still believe that no matter what, things will be fine. Sometime.

Starting on 33….
-Kevin

Why commas matter.

Taken from a Yahoo discussion group on RVs:Original Post (not funny):

> Driving along the country side I see alot of pickup truck campers just
> sitting around. When I was a kiid they were the current rage. I don’t
> see anyone on this site with one. I also don’t see them mentioned on
> most clasic RV sites.
>
> Any background would be welcomed.
>
> Thanks
>
> dick
>
> 86 Travelmaster

Response (funny):

I have one Dick. In fact – I am looking for another to then UPgrade to the newer specs with a remote start hitch hung gen. Have you seen any Amerigos hanging around? Thx, Eric

Doctor’s visit

Oh, joy of joys.Two days ago, I had a scheduled doctor’s appointment. I’d like to think of myself as unpredictable in many ways, but I do have some tendencies, most notably:
I sweat.
I sweat a lot.
I sweat at almost any provocation.

There’s also a bit of family history concerning thyroid problems, so the main purpose was to go to check my thyroid level checked to see if I was destined for a life sentence with another pill. Of course, this meant having my blood drawn.

Gulp.

In order to get perspective on what’s to follow, some background information must be provided:

When I was in high school, I had cystic acne. That’s the kind that clearasil just doesn’t work on. As a result, I was put on accutane, which is a pretty powerful medicine. It takes care of 90% of your acne. It also causes your hair to get thinner, your scalp to produce more dandruff, and most of your facial skin to peel off. But hey, beyond those minor details…

Because it can be toxic at high levels, the doctor at that time had me come back every month to take my blood and check the level of accutane in my system. Now, before you think this is a “scarred for life because of a bad experience” thing, let me be the first to eliminate that notion. The blood taking process was okay except for the fact that I fainted 3 out of 5 times.

I have yet to understand what it is, but there is a certain smell associated with hospitals, phlebotomists (no, not you BlueSun) and the rooms they do their work in, and recovery rooms. It’s like a real clean ammonia smell, not quite lemony, not quite sour. That particular smell pushes me over the edge every time. I fainted once after being with my sister in law while she was in a recovery room for minor corrective surgery. I even nearly fainted once after watching an episode of “Trauma: Life in the ER” on the Discovery channel.

I’ve gone into shock before at the sight of my own blood. I’m mostly over that, and I can handle getting injections or shots, but there’s something about drawing blood…

The worst experience with it occurred while I was in San Diego. I went to the doctor to check on some abdominal pain, and they drew my blood to ensure it wasn’t an appendicitis issue. They had me seated, and they drew the blood. Once they were finished, I felt nauseated. Of course, that led to the first round of throwing up. I actually hit the trash can hurriedly placed in front of me. After that, I fainted. I came to with the help of smelling salts (lovely stuff), and they began to walk me over to the bed/examination table in the room.

There was darkness. Memories of almost every event that had occurred that day flooded my mind.

When I woke up, I was being held upright by two nurses, one on each side. I was staring at the edge of the bed/table. I had apparently fainted first and then thrown up again over the bed/table.

Eventually, I survived. It wasn’t appendicitis. We’re now back to two days ago.

They take my blood. Everything’s going great. I’m talking to the nice lady. Sweat beads up on my forehead. She finishes her job. I feel something in the pit of my stomach. She asks what’s wrong. I reply “stomach upset”.

Darkness.

I found myself being supported by two male doctors, who were trying to set me down on the floor (since this room didn’t have a examination table). Since I was awake, they took me to the nearest bed/table, where I eventually came to.

Fainting is an awful, awful feeling. Once you come back from it, you’re disoriented and wondering just what exactly transpired. You don’t remember anything about the moment of slipping out of consciousness.

I really wish I didn’t faint. Laureen is worried somewhat that I won’t be able to be in a delivery room when the time comes. I’m working as best I can toward that, but for now, it’s smelling salts and cool towels.

That VBS Spirit Oh Yeah

Greetings and salutations, one and two (the approximate number of people who read this). It’s another exciting week in the Jones household. Saturday and Sunday, preparing for Vacation Bible School at our church occupied Laureen for most of those two days. She built a pretty cool 11-foot high square pyramid (8-ft in length per side) and sewed tulle fabric around it. I really should take a picture, but since I’m at work, I can’t, really.Laureen got home sometime rather early this morning (2 to 3 a.m.). Apparently, sewing the pyramid has been a tougher experience than originally planned.

Me, I’m just grunt labor on this trip. Carry cardboard. Carry flowerpots. Paint flowerpots. Thump chest. Sweat buckets.

I’ve been attempting to get my medicine straight for a while now. I feel somewhat disconnected with everything at the moment — kinda like there’s another person who I have a semblance of control over, but it doesn’t feel solid. If I stop typing or moving something around, my hands start shaking. That’s not good when typinjg (see?).

I’d like to thank Chris and Lisa Wright for their cookies yesterday. Yum. Chocolatey mess.

Gotta run. The fire, it is growing larger and larger…

Kevin

Update your address books…

With AT&T getting out of the cable business, our emails have switched at home.

The former kandl@attbi.com account is now k_and_l@comcast.net . (Sniff) We had that name for 4 years or so…

The former lopey@attbi.com account is now kjlopey@comcast.net . (MEGA-Sniff).

Stay tuned. More information might follow.

By the way, Here is where we’re going on vacation. Don’t ask me about the name.

No I haven’t fallen off the earth.

Hey there. No apologies for lateness. I’ve been busy.Let’s see: Laureen’s in Houston; she wanted to see that new children’s opera “The Little Prince,” but there are no tickets to be found. She went to Houston for the weekend anyway.
My PVR unit’s disk drive had a head crash. For those unfamiliar with geek speak, that’s bad. Very bad.

New “I can’t stop watching this, even though I know it’s destroying my brain cells” TV Show: The New TNN’s Most Extreme Elimination Challenge. I’ll write something up about this later.

We have a new waterpark less than a mile from my house. It’s called Hawaiian Falls. I haven’t yet gone to it, but it sure beats the drive to Hurricane Harbor. It’s almost reminiscent of the old White Water that used to be at Shiloh and 635 before they filled the pipes with concrete and tore everything down.

Something cool yet scary: People with too much time on their hands.

Rice just lost game two of the College World Series championship. That means there’ll be a game 3 tomorrow night at 6 p.m. on ESPN. Go you stinkin’ Rice Owls, go.

What I’ve been doing this weekend: mostly watching TV, prepping for our church service, thinking about doing some quote-unquote real work.

It always seemed to me that saying “Penny for your thoughts” was way off the pay scale.

It looks like we’re going on vacation some time in July. We’re pretty sure it’s going to be a cruise, but we’ve been pretty sure about a lot of things before. With the D3 passes (independent children of American Airlines employees) completely unusable due to the economy, it’s going to cost a little bit. But frankly, we need and deserve a vacation right now.

Scattershot. Until next time.