Media antics

As November 2nd approaches, the media are going nuts. NPR did a hit piece on Fox News this weekend excoriating Fox's presumptive bias. There were no alternate views given. NPR, CNN, ABC, and the New York Times, etc., are just the tip of the iceberg. A phalanx of Obama's media supporters are rallying to his defense, with alarming lack of balance. The phenomenon has descended even to our local, 100,000 circulation community newspaper.

It must be extremely difficult for a partisan political columnist to control his baser instincts when attempting to write a straight news story. Jim Hand proves this theory in his thinly veiled attack on Marty Lamb ("At city event, Lamb takes a poke at pork").

Lamb is a candidate for the Massachusetts 3rd District, running against longtime incumbent James McGovern. Mr. Hand rightly informs us that Lamb has proposed a plan for reducing spending and the deficit, but then gives us only a silly example sourced from McGovern. Luckily, in the internet age, we don’t need to depend on the media and can find information on our own.

A visit to Lamb’s website easily reveals his “Lamb Chop” plan. His plan is actually quite extensive, with 19 items including a balanced budget amendment, providing the President with line-item veto power, and ending off-budget expenditures. These proposals may not all be desirable or possible, but they are all worthy of debate. It is a shame that Mr. Hand was unable to research and report on Lamb’s plan, but instead relied on Congressman McGovern’s office for an “unbiased” analysis.

In the run-up to November 2, we must all take personal responsibility for informing ourselves. We aren’t going to get the straight scoop from the press.

Locavore - back to the future

The “locavore” movement, a.k.a., local food, has been getting considerable press lately. Defined as sustainable, locally sourced food, the movement claims health benefits and energy efficiency. Gee, we must have been 50 years before our time.

Early on, my family made a detour to nearby Chautauqua County, New York. We lived there while Dad taught science and math at the Dunkirk, NY, high school. With a large, growing family and a relatively tiny income (only 9 months – summers were unpaid), we needed to fend for ourselves. So Dad bought a 5 acre spread at the top of the ridge in Arkwright NY. On the plus side, we could see clear across Lake Erie to Canada on a clear day, but the Canadians returned the favor by sending brutally cold wind and many feet of blowing, drifting snow in the winter. On the down side, all that shoveling – on the upside, great tobogganing and sledding! All in all, the bargain was a good one.

Our tiny farm was surround by larger ones – 100, 200, 300 acres. But we used our minuscule 5 acres to great advantage. A large, cozy house was at the head of a long driveway lined by black walnut trees. At the far end of the driveway was a reasonable barn with hay loft and stalls. To the south were several acres of apple trees, and to the north was a very large truck garden. With the magic of old-fashioned farming know-how and child slave labor, we became a veritable food factory.

For instance, the black walnuts fell in droves in the autumn. We gathered them in old fashioned bushel baskets and let the husks dry. Dad came up with a clever method to remove the husks. We jacked up our 1952 Packard and placed a board under the right rear wheel, giving about one inch of clearance. Then Dad started the engine and put the old Packie in gear. The right rear wheel commenced to spin, and we chucked the walnuts into the gap. Out the back shot freshly shucked walnuts, ready to be further dried, then cracked and picked. As I said, a veritable food factory.

The apple orchard gave us a bounty of eating and cider apples, but not without considerable effort. The suckers had to be trimmed from the limbs, then dragged to a pile and burned. The grass and weeds were mowed during the summer, then the apples picked in the fall. The unblemished ones were packed into the root cellar and all the others bundled up and taken to a cider mill in a nearby town. We took our own steel milk cans and the mill operator filled them up with freshly pressed apple cider. If you think you can imagine how good this tasted, you are coming up short.

Pamela was the family’s Jersey cow. She gave us fresh milk and cream and butter and (sadly, eventually, beef) and the opportunity to attempt to ride a bucking beast. Us kids would tempt her alongside the fence with an apple, then jump aboard. She was better than us – no one could ride her for more than a few seconds – but the thrill was ever lasting.

The garden was a story in of itself. Potatoes, corn, tomatoes, green beans, eggplant, zucchini, carrots, radishes, pumpkins, spinach, lettuce, squash, and more. The planting was a chore, the weeding was a chore, the harvesting was a chore. But it was a veritable bounty, we ate voraciously in season and canned heavily for winter needs.

Locavore, indeed. Chautauqua County, New York – 1960 – we had it all.

For whom the stimulus rolls

At one time, Union City, Pennsylvania, boasted three large chair factories, lumber and planing and grist mills, a powdered milk plant, and several furniture factories. But now the furniture factories are gone – boarded up and featuring flea markets instead. The mill that processed local lumber into hammer and shovel and pickaxe handles is long gone. Helen’s Pizza Villa and Lupton’s Bakery and the Union City Dinor are deserted, windows covered with plywood. The second story walkup apartments on South Main Street are woefully neglected and ratty.

This once vibrant village of over 4,000 souls, a farmer’s marketplace, railhead, and manufacturing center, has gone dead. You could buy a house there for under $50,000 but probably wouldn’t want to. Over 20% of her residents live below the poverty line. Unemployment is high, and the only decent jobs, for those lucky few, are in the employ of the government.

But the Federal stimulus program has bypassed Union City. Why, you might ask? Certainly deserving of economic assistance, Union City has but one fatal flaw – 97% of its inhabitants are citizens of pallor.

Robert Reich, former Secretary of Labor under Bill Clinton and current economic advisor to Barack Obama, has been famously quoted as decrying the expenditure of stimulus funds on white folk.

“And if construction jobs go mainly to white males who already dominate the construction trades, many people who need jobs the most — women, minorities, and the poor and long-term unemployed — will be shut out.”

Reich, a highly educated product and denizen of liberal universities, is quite disconnected from reality. He doesn’t seem to appreciate that economic need is color blind. Blacks and Hispanics, and, yes, whites, are all hurting in this economic climate. Stimulus funds should be distributed solely by need, not skin color. Martin Luther King would approve.

Wonderful machines

My grandfather was an early power enthusiast. It is no wonder, having been born in 1904, the streets of Erie, Pa., were still crowded with horse-drawn freight wagons during his formative years. My Poppy relied on handsaws and hand braces (drills) and hand planes when building walls and roofs and cabinets. So when electric power tools, and more wonderfully, internal combustion lawn and garden tools appeared, he was enthralled.




A life-long love affair, Poppy would never pass up the chance to mow a lawn or rototill a garden or snowblow a driveway or rip a 2x8 with a power saw. He was captivated.

And that devotion was communicated to me. As the first boy in his family after three female daughters and an initial granddaughter, I was his dream come true. Poppy poured out all of his knowledge, all of his love, for things mechanical to me.

At six years old, I sat in his lap while we mowed the lawn on his small but beloved lawn tractor. The smell of the exhaust as the machine came to life, after carefully checking the oil, perhaps cleaning the sparkplug, and pulling vigorously on the starting rope, will never leave me.

“No, never step off until the blade is disengaged!” “Be very careful on a slide slope, do not turn abruptly uphill or you will overturn the machine and no one will be happy.” “Slowly, slowly, speed is not the goal.”

Eventually, I was signed off to solo and at the age of seven, nothing gave me greater pleasure than being handed the responsibility for mowing his great, hilly lawn, but safely, oh so slowly and safely.

My own love for power grew, and after our family moved to the country, the neighboring farmer recognized that spark. At eight years old, he had me stand between his knees and guide a huge farm tractor, steering at his command. At ten, I was allowed to perform simple tasks solo, such as parking the tractor or moving it to the fuel drum for replenishment.

By the time I was twelve, I was snaking logs out of the woods, plowing and discing fields, and driving the farm truck in the hayfields while the older teenagers hoisted the heavy bales of hay aboard. My Poppy’s love for things mechanical had been passed on, and I was hooked.

So what has just happened in Massachusetts? A law banning those under 14 years of age from operating ATVs. The State, collectively, has determined that individual parents (and grandparents and other responsible adults) are not capable of guiding and mentoring their young. The State, in its collective wisdom, had assumed yet another parental prerogative. You, the father, you the grandfather, you the scout leader, are not capable of teaching and recognizing the abilities and limitations of your charges. Only the State is competent to do so.

It is another sad usurpation of our individual freedom, committed by well meaning, but misdirected, busybodies.

Ruminations on D-Day

On June 6, 1944, the Allies launched an invasion to lift the Nazi boot from the neck of the European continent. Sixty-six years later, the aptly named Greta Berlin of “Free Gaza” instructs us that “What Israel needs to understand is that nothing is accomplished by force.”

This particular brand of liberal thought is in concert with bumper stickers commonly found on Berkley and Amherst and Cambridge Volvo’s proclaiming that “War leaves all children behind”. As the Allies advanced into Germany and freed large numbers of prisoners from concentration camps, the many children should have, apparently, abhorred the Allies’ use of force.

Now we have Helen Thomas, grand dame of the White House press corps, calling for Israelis to be forced from their homes and deported to Germany and Poland. The twisted, hateful, racist ramblings of a liberal icon will go unremarked, but Arizonans being assaulted by MS-13 and drug gangs must passively endure.

Yes, the mechanisms of the liberal mind remain a mystery.

A healthy debate...

What a weekend it’s been in the health care debate. We learned from James McGovern (D-MA) via our local political observer that the Republicans actually wrote the Democratic health care bill. And in a Sunday editorial, our local paper castigates Scott Brown for his health care position, forgetting that he is representing the wishes of 1,168,107 Massachusetts citizens who resoundingly elected him to office.

It is too easy to forget what the problem is and how we got here. The problem, simply put, is that health care costs have been skyrocketing because there is no price information flowing between consumers and suppliers. That came about when the government froze wages during WWII and firms competing for workers offered paid health insurance instead of raises. It’s been downhill ever since and Democrats think the cure is massively greater government intervention.

Consider an individual citizen’s support hierarchy, i.e., where does the responsibility lie for our health, wealth, well-being and happiness? The Republicans think it looks like this (from most to least responsibility):

1. Self
2. Family
3. Charities and churches
4. Local and state government
5. Federal government

Now turn that list completely upside down and you have the Democrats’ view.

Scott Brown, in his 3/13 GOP radio address, said "Somehow, the greater the public opposition to the health care bill, the more determined they seem to force it on us anyway." That is no mystery at all, given that the Democrats see us as the weak, ignorant, helpless masses, who need a benevolent autocracy providing and guiding our destinies. No thanks.

Settled Science

Science is the means by which we attempt to understand our universe. It is attractive to think in terms of black and white “settled” science, where grand truths are discovered and understood and embraced, unchanging forever. But reality is always a bit more complex, and a bit more messy, than we know.

For instance, we are often told that “the skin absorbs vitamin D through direct sunlight.” This conjures up a vision of swarms of vitamin D particles emanating from the sun which are then absorbed into our skin upon impact.

In reality, the sun emanates nothing but photons, some of which in the UVB wavelength (270-300 nm) interact with cholesterol molecules in the skin to create vitamin D. A more thorough understanding reveals that we must both synthesize cholesterol in the body and be exposed to unfiltered ultraviolet B sunlight (with no sunscreen or glass to block it) in order to manufacture vitamin D.

Scientific reality is always more complicated than the common understanding. And settled science is often found to be resting on quicksand. Here are a few examples:

• For centuries, the geocentric model of the universe was believed to be settled science and was tightly embraced by the Catholic Church. According to this theory, the Earth is the center of the universe and all other objects (the Sun, other planets, and stars) revolve around it. The theory had no serious challenge until 1534 when Copernicus published his hypothesis that the Earth and other planets revolve around the Sun. But it was not until 1610 that Galileo Galilei used the newly invented optical telescope to prove the theory. (Galileo was convicted by the Roman Inquisition for his trouble and spent the rest of his life under house arrest).

• More contemporarily, the British medical journal Lancet recently retracted a 1998 study that had associated certain vaccines with autism. Many concerned parents and consumer groups waged a 10-year campaign against vaccines based on this study, but aren't expected to be mollified that it was found invalid.

• Functional MRI brain scans had become wildly popular among neuroscientists as a means to relate human emotions to physical areas of the brain. Many experiments were performed to determine which parts of the brain were involved with pain, love, joy, and other emotions. That was until a recent study that duplicated the results... with a salmon. A dead salmon. So much settled science out the window.

• The UN Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) was recently forced to retract its Nobel Prize winning claim that the Himalayan glaciers would melt by 2035. It was determined that the “science” behind that claim was a magazine article written by an advocacy group.

These are only a few of many cases of settled science becoming very unsettled. It seems that we, the poor, ignorant general public, should believe with reservation, keep an open mind, and maintain a healthy skepticism of things scientific. Especially when they are wrapped in an aura of religious fervor.