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Movie Night III

I’m having a movie night tonight. That’s my name for getting a bunch of people together to watch movies, specifically ones you can’t rent yet. Tonight’s lineup includes Man On Fire and Troy. The third movie was supposed to be Snatch, but I had a problem with that one. So I guess we’ll have to improvise.

Chicago

I got a clinic in picking up women yesterday. Some old dude did only what I can describe as “hollarin” at the ladies. He yelled, “Hey pretty lady, you married?” It was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.

I learned another invaluable lesson today. Chicks dig art. I went to the art museum today. There were as many pretty women as pretty paintings. I also found out that I like Monet and Pissarro.

“The Perils of a Righteous President”

Today I read one of the better essays I’ve ever read, and I wanted to post it hear for you guys, as well. It’s reasonably long, but it’s worth a read. It appeared in the May 17 edition of Time and was written by Joe Klein, and self-described neoconservative. I urge you to take some time and give it a read. It’s worth it.

“After his grudging public apology for the behavior of U.S. soldiers at Abu Ghraib prison, George W. Bush attended a ceremony commemorating the National Day of Prayer. His remarks there were, as we have come to expect from this President, a stirring mix of humility and certainty. ‘God is not on the side of any nation, yet we know He is on the side of justice,’ Bush said. ‘Our finest moments [as a nation] have come when we have faithfully served the cause of justice for our own citizens, and for the people of other lands.’

“The words are wonderful, but such sentiments are easily corrupted. Faith without doubt leads to moral arrogance, the eternal pratfall of the religiously convinced. We are humble before the Lord, Bush insists. We cannot possibly know His will. And yet, we ‘know’ He’s on the side of justice—and we define what justice is. Indeed, we can toss around words like justice and evil with impunity, send off mighty armies to ‘serve the cause of justice’ in other lands and be so sure of our righteousness that the merest act of penitence—an apology for an atrocity—becomes a presidential crisis. ‘This is not the America I know,’ Bush said of the torturers, as if U.S. soldiers were exempt from the temptations of absolute power that have plagued occupying armies from the beginning of time.

“As the nation suffered the disgrace of Abu Ghraib last week, I traveled through Turkey and Jordan—our staunchest Islamic allies in the region—and talked with moderate politicians, businesspeople and military officials. Most found Bush’s moral talk either duplicitous or fatuous. ‘Liberate Iraq? Rubbish,’ said a prominent Jordanian businessman. ‘You occupy Iraq for the strategic and economic benefits. You are building the largest embassy in the world in Baghdad. Halliburton and Bechtel are running everything, at enormous profits. And then I watch Bush on Al-Arabiya and all I see is his sense of moral superiority. He brings democracy and freedom to the barbarians. But who are the barbarians? Even before the Abu Ghraib pictures, we saw male soldiers searching Iraqi women and humiliating Iraqi men by forcing their heads to the ground.’

“The President’s moral convictions are, no doubt, matters of true faith—and the Jordanian businessman is a member of an authoritarian establishment with much to lose if Islamic radicals or, faint chance, democrats take charge. But Bush’s moral certainty almost seemed delusional last week in the vertiginous realities of Iraq. A distressing, uninflected righteousness has defined this Administration from the start, and it hasn’t been limited to the President. Bush’s overheated sense of good vs. evil has been reinforced by the intellectual fantasies of neoconservatives like I. Lewis Libby and Paul Wolfowitz, who serve Bush’s two most powerful advisers, Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld. It was neoconservatives who provided the philosophical rationale for the President’s gut response to the evildoers of Sept. 11: a grand crusade—yes, a crusade—to establish democracy in Iraq and then, via a benign tumbling of local dominoes, throughout the Middle East. Those who opposed the crusade opposed democracy. Those who opposed the President coddled terrorists (according to recent G.O.P. TV ads). They were not morally serious.

“But democracy doesn’t easily lend itself to evangelism; it requires more than faith. It requires a solid, educated middle class and a sophisticated understanding of law, transparency and minority rights. It certainly can’t be imposed by outsiders, not in a fractious region where outsiders are considered infidels. This is not rocket science. It is conventional wisdom among democracy and human-rights activists—and yet the Administration allowed itself to be blinded by righteousness. Why? Because moral pomposity is almost always a camouflage for baser fears and desires. Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld and the neoconservatives share a primal belief in the use of military power to intimidate enemies. If the U.S. didn’t strike back ‘big time,’ it would be perceived as weak. (Crushing the peripheral Taliban and staying focused on rooting out al-Qaeda cells wasn’t ‘big’ enough.) The President may have had some personal motives—doing to Saddam Hussein what his father didn’t; filling out Karl Rove’s prescription of a strong leader; making the world safe for his friends in the energy industry. The neoconservatives had ulterior motives too: almost all were fervent believers in the state of Israel and, as a prominent Turkish official told me last week, ‘they didn’t want Saddam’s rockets falling on Tel Aviv.’ At the very least, they were hoping to intimidate the Palestinians into accepting Ariel Sharon’s vision of a ‘state’ without sovereignty.

“Abu Ghraib made a mockery of American idealism. It made all the baser motives—oil, dad, Israel—more believable. And it represents all the moral complexities this President has chosen to ignore—all the perverse consequences of an occupation.”

2 down, 2 to go

I’m half way done with finals. This time tommorrow, I’ll be packing up my car for the long-awaited drive home.

Western Conference Finals

I watched the T’Wolves game last night and, being a fan, rather enjoyed it. They proved that they can win big games without Cassell, and all it takes is for the other team to play poorly. Haha.

I think they have it in them to beat the Lakers, but I seriously doubt it’s going to happen. KG would have to step it up big time, along with Sprewell & Szczerbiak (WTF type of name starts with an ‘s’, a ‘c’, and a ‘z’? Not to mention the fact that there’s two z’s in there). Cassell’s just been such an integral part of the team, that I don’t see them pulling it off without him. Either way, though, I wish them the best of luck.

NTFS -> FAT32

I’m converting my 2 x 160gb drives from NTFS to FAT32. At first, that may seem like a stupid move, but I’m planning to run Linux alongside Windows. I definitely don’t need the risk of corrupting my NTFS drives simply because Linux can’t handle them very well. I might as well just switch over to the good ‘ol FAT format, which Linux supports very well.

People who talk too much are stupid

Or perhaps I mean stupid people talk too much. Either way really. There’s this kid in my Econ class. He just doesn’t shut up, and he’s quite possibly the dumbest kid at Rose-Hulman. It’s rather annoying.

Even dunces who keep quiet are thought to be wise; as long as they keep their mouths shut, they’re smart.

money

i need some. seems as if the banks aren’t going to hire me. i guess i’ll have to set my sights a little lower. =(

still on dial-up here. it’s quite frustrating to downgrade internet speeds… so i will still be sporadic in my online appearances.

Misc.

Some crazy shit has been happening with Megan’s computer recently. Namely that it’s been restarting randomly, and I’m at a loss as to why. Dylan believes it’s probably RAM, so I’m going to switch hers out with some of mine and see if that does the trick. I really hope it does, because there’s no excuse for that kind of shit.

Anyhow, we played some Halo tonight and it was good fun. I hadn’t played that game in a while, so it was nice to get back into it. I’m not sure we’ll be playing again for a while, though. Heh. Let’s just say that there were some arguments.

Ahhh, this whole situation with Megan’s computer is upsetting me.

More Poker

Hm. Played some more poker tonight. I won this time. Quint was very unlucky; he couldn’t catch a break. I was doing ok most of the night, and then I started increasing my chip count nicely.

However, Kyle was on fire, even though he didn’t want to be. He wanted to go home and didn’t care if he had to lose to do so, but he kept getting *tons* of good stuff. It was crazy.

Anyway, I came out up, so I’m happy. Heh.

Parking lot

There’s a parking lot right below my dorm. Right now, they’re building a road through it. It’s torn up really bad. You get muddy everytime you walk through it, which is often because we have to park on the other side of it.

A couple of days ago, they made a little gravel walkway through it for us to walk on. Today, they destroyed it. I don’t understand these guys. That’s probably the 3rd of 4th walkway they’ve built. It sucks worse this weekend because I’ve gotta start packing up my car. I was hoping to use the closer parking lot for that, but it’s not looking to likely right now.

All-campus email

The major form of communication at rose is email. All-campus emails are used for every sort of announcement possible, and is often abused. That’s a different post though.

This week, some senior hacked into something so they could get all-campus access. Then they sent out some pictures of a proffessor posing in the nude with an Asian chick. Apparently she’s a cartoonist and she thought he had the “perfect comical body type”. All of this is just gossip though, so I’m not sure how much of it is really true. I actually thought they photo-shopped it. Supposedly the prof doesn’t really care, but the president of the college is POed.

bball

so quint calls last night at 7 and says our basketball game (for a league that has games every Tuesday night) got moved to 9pm that night. anyway, we played pretty sucky. for real. started out down 11-0. went on a nice run and ended the half 31-31. got things together a little in the second, had an 8 point lead with 2 minutes left. then we collapsed. lost in OT, 74-70. it was so much fun to play again, but it was bittersweet, since we should have won.

i think next week i’m gonna go LeBron on ‘em and just dunk every time i get the ball. that’d probably work.

LANage

We had a LAN last night over at Dylan’s. It was good. I hadn’t done that in a while. I was gettin’ rusty. Heh.

We played some of the newer games that are out, including Far Cry and Painkiller. Basically, we came to the conclusion that those games just don’t measure up to some of the more recent classics like Counter-Strike. It was still fun, though, which is all that matters. Gaming should be fun.

Strong Bad

So I’m at work tonight, and nobody’s really calling because school’s almost over. So I decided to catch up on some strong bad emails. If you haven’t been to that site in a while, I’ve got a few new ones you should watch.

car
Homestar pimps out his hat.

different town
Strong bad talks about what he would change about his town. Valuable for his mention of Home Sar.

In related news, I figured out where I got the phrase, “What the crap.”

I should use this free time to write an econ paper though, so I’m out.

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