9.24.2004

Finally! I found an opinion article that I actually agree with. Ted managed to capture what I've been thinking for the last few months but haven't had the guts to write about. I think I've clearly said a few times that I feel that many people are quite dumb. I do not feel that people's rights should be taken away, but maybe it's time that they start earning these rights. Many people do not do anything before thinking about it a little bit. So why should people be allowed to vote without having all the information. Please read the following article. I agree with Ted that maybe voters should take a simple test before being allowed to vote. At least we can somewhat be assured that knowledgable people are voting.

TRIUMPH OF THE STULTOCRACY
By Ted Rall

NEW YORK--"Kerry doesn't know what the working-class people do; he hasn't done any physical labor all his life," Sharon Alfman, a 51-year-old cook in New Lexington, Ohio, told a New York Times reporter. It's true. Kerry is a rich boy. But then she added: "Bush's values are middle-class family values."

George W. Bush earned $727,000 last year. Estimates of his net worth range between $9 and $26 million. Middle class he most assuredly is not. Working class he never has been. Like fellow Skull and Bones member John Kerry, man of the people he never will be. But it matters that Sharon Altman thinks he is. Unless you too are a voter living in a swing state like Ohio, her vote counts more than yours.

Demonstrating that stupefying ignorance can be bipartisan, another Ohioan interviewed for the same article said she is against the war in Iraq because, like 42 percent of her fellow Americans, she thinks Iraq was behind 9/11: "We shouldn't be over there building them back up because they didn't build our towers back up." She is wrong on so many levels that it makes my brain hurt.

Both women are entitled to their unawareness. We can't pass a law to force them to read the paper. But neither of these people ought to force their fellow citizens to suffer the consequences of their being so uninformed. Voting should be a privilege earned by an intellectually engaged citizen, not a right given to any adult with a pulse.

All men are created equal, declared the Founders. But as Alexis de Tocqueville wrote in "Democracy in America," universal suffrage counts upon the existence of a responsible, well-educated citizenry in order to result in political equality. If you give the vote to morons, you get the "tyranny of the masses"--a lumpen proletariat prone to manipulation by demagogues and fools--such as that which created chaos and bloodshed in post-revolutionary France. We're all equal at birth, but what we do later determines whether or not our opinions are worthwhile.

At this writing, the world's greatest nation flails under the rule of buffoons and madmen, bogged down in two optional wars we're actually losing. The world's richest economy is shedding jobs, running up debts and building nothing for the future. Voters, offered an election year alternative to the subliterate idiot who single-handedly created this mess, spurn him for a leader even dumber than they are. America has become a stultocracy: government by morons, for morons.

A 2002 poll found that 64 percent of Americans--people whose votes help determine how much you pay in taxes--could not name a single Supreme Court justice. In 2003, 58 percent--people whose votes could elect someone who starts a nuclear war--couldn't identify a single department of the president's cabinet. Voters aged 18 to 24, whose recent schooling ought to inspire confidence in their knowledge of basic facts, are especially ignorant. National Geographic says that 85 percent of young American adults can't find Afghanistan, Iraq or Israel on a map.

The fact that these yahoos are allowed to vote is an abomination. Their ill-considered ballots cancel or dilute those cast by those who do the heavy lifting that makes them good citizens: keeping abreast of current events, researching issues, studying candidates' positions.

In the Old South, literacy tests were used to disenfranchise blacks. Alternatively, a basic political literacy test should be used to ensure that anyone who picks ESPN over CNN--regardless of race or creed--stays home on Election Day. Prospective voters should be required to answer at least three of the following questions correctly; to give people a fair shot, the test should be published in newspapers a week before an election:

1. Who is the vice president?

2. What is your state capital?

3. Name one of the following: your governor, congressman or one senator.

4. What is the capital of the United States?

5. Name one federal cabinet-level department.

Of course, such a political literacy test would drastically reduce voter turnout. On the other hand, those who pass could take comfort in knowing that they're not competing against the 60 percent of Americans who think we've found Iraq's imaginary WMDs, or the 22 percent who "believe" that Saddam Hussein used such weapons against U.S. troops during the 2003 invasion.

9.20.2004

Story Time

This past Saturday I went to dinner with some friends to celebrate Adam's & Josh's Birthday's. It was a big group of us, around 15-16 people. We enjoyed good food and wine at Buca di Beppo.

Sometime during the evening, I noticed this lady taking pictures of us, most specifically me. I found this to be really wierd. I asked a friend of mine if this lady was part of our group, since I didn't know most people. I was told No. I kind of shrugged it off and chalked it up to people being crazy in DC.

A little later on I went to the bathroom and as I was washing my hands the lady taking the picture walked in. So, I said "Excuse me, I noticed that you were taking pictures of all us and I'm curious as to why?". Her response was, "You guys look like you were having a good time, and I was getting pictures of the atmosphere of Buca Di Beppo". I was like all right...and then left the bathroom.

A few minutes later another friend went to the bathroom. She came out and asked me if I talked to the picture lady. I said yeah, I was curious as to why she was taking pictures of us. My friend said that the picture lady was talking about me in the bathroom. Here is what picture lady said "I can't belive she had the nerver to ask me why I was taking picures. I mean it's not the fact that she isn't American, she can be a terrorist for all I know".

I'm not joking, that is what the lady said. All I have to say, it's a good thing my friends took me out of the restaurant because who knows what I would've said.

If you are the picture lady, let me tell you:

1. The government most likely trusts me more than they trust you. My job requires a full investigation of me in order to work on what I do. I doubt anyone has ever done an investigation on you.

2. I am American.

3. Get a grip, not all non-white people are terrorists.

9.16.2004

Here's the article that talks about the connection between the Redskins winning and the elctions.

Not looking good for John Kerry...how can you mess up saying Lambeau Field.

9.13.2004

I just read this and find it extremely funny that someone managed to find a correlation between the elections and football games.

As far as the Election Watch goes, it turns out some readers know of a Redskins Thing that determines the presidential winner. Something like 15 of the last 16 elections have been accurately predicted by whether or not the 'Skins win their last home game before Election Day. If the 'Skins win, the incumbent wins. If the visitor wins, the challenger does.

In other words, look for John Kerry to be wearing a foam Cheesehead for the Oct. 31 Green Bay-at-Washington clash, and for G.W. Bush to be playing clarinet in the Washington Redskins Marching Band.

9.10.2004

This article was inspired by jasondolan.com Thought of the Bi-Week, "The Forgotten Legend". While jasondolan.com was trying to reclaim his legacy, I was at home surrounded by various family members. Several of these family members were my younger cousins ranging from the ages of 7 to 12. As you can see there is a great difference in our ages, me being 25. After eating dinner I was faced with tremendous decision, should I be the adult and sit and talk with my Aunts and Uncles or try to reclaim my youth and play with a kickball with my cousins. Well, i figured I have the rest of my life to be an adult so I ventured outside to the parking lot to play with the kickball.

The game that was finally decided on was SPUD. Rules of the game are pretty simple. Everyone is assigned a number and if your number is called out you must catch the ball and say SPUD. Once you say SPUD all other players must freeze. Then as the holder of the ball you try and hit the closest person to you with the ball. If you actually hit them they get a letter, S,P,U,or D. If you have recieved all 4 letters you have lost the game. But, there is a catch. There are these "ghost" numbers, these are numbers no one is assigned to. If that number is called out, everyone must try to touch the ball and if you are the last to touch the ball you get a letter. Sound fun? For 7-12 year olds it's a blast.

Anyway, back to story. So, we are playing this game and a ghost number is called. Well, everyone has touched the ball except for me and my one cousin. Both of us are running as quick as possible to the kickball. I was thinking how can I get a bit of leverage over my cousin, I thought, my legs! My legs are obviously longer than my cousin. As I get closer to the ball, I go to kick it and instead of kicking it, my foot lands on top of the ball and I start to trip. Instead of falling quickly to the ground, I go in the air first, spin around a bit and finally land on my left side. I'm lying there in shock, couldn't believe that I had been fallen by a mere kickball. Next thing I know is that all my cousins are hovering around me asking me if I'm ok.

Knocked back into reality, I take inventory of my body and notice a huge bruise on left forearm and while standing up I notice my hip hurts quite a bit. I start to walk and there is a noticeable limp. Needless to say, I could not continue playing to my great dismay.

My cousins lost interest in playing the game and sat down next to me on the grass and somehow we launched in story-telling mode, me being the storyteller. While I'm telling these stories, I'm looking at the cherubic faces of my cousins and wondering "what the hell am I doing", I'm not old enough yet to be regaling stories like a grandmother or grandfather does. It finally hit me, that I've gotten older. I am no longer able to bounce back from stupid falls as I once was able to as a kid. If I had fallen like I had, say when I was 7, I would've been right back up and playing the game.

Where have the years gone?

Quarter-Life crisis has begun.

9.02.2004

Oh no! Foosball will never be the same! Article below.

(Note: I just copied the article in it's entireity from Yahoo!)

Robots set to rule world ... in table football

PARIS (AFP) - Human pride, based on the notion that Man is the planet's alpha animal, was dealt a crushing blow seven years ago when the computer Deep Blue humiliated chess grandmaster Garry Kasparov.

Be afraid, be very afraid, for another towering bastion of human achievement -- table football -- is about to fall to machines.

Beavering away in a lab in Germany's Black Forest, researchers have developed a robot that they claim will grab the world title in table soccer by the end of the decade, New Scientist says in next Saturday's issue.

Played in bars, clubs and youth hostels around the world, table football is a game in which players twist metal rods on a table, manipulating a miniature footballer in metal or plastic so that it kicks a ball into their opponent's goal.

The University of Freiburg researchers connected the rods on one side of a football table to high-powered motors and an electronic control system.

The bottom of the table is made of green see-through glass.

Underneath is a camera which scans the position of the ball 50 times a second and sends the data to a computer which is preprogrammed with knowledge about the dynamics of the ball and which calculates whether the ball can be blocked in some directions by opposing players.

The computer then orders the appropriate rod to go into action.

It is not allowed to cheat by spinning the rod more than 360 degrees, and its programming strategy requires it to always try to get the ball as close to the opposite goal as possible.

The robot has notched up an 85-percent success against a random sample of casual players, but -- for the time being -- is no match for an expert, lead researcher Bernhard Nebel told the British weekly.

A good player from the German league for table football, which is known locally as foosball, whipped the robot 10 games to one.

"But in three to five years' time, the robot should be able to beat the world champion," Nebel claims confidently.

Freiburg University has licensed the technology to a gaming company that hopes to manufacture a robust version, priced at 20,000 euros (24,000 dollars), that will be commercialised from next year.