Hitchens describes the experience: “… on top of the hood, three layers of enveloping towel were added. In this pregnant darkness, head downward, I waited until I abruptly felt a slow cascade of water going up my nose … I held my breath for a while and then had to exhale and – as you might expect – inhale in turn.”
It being twenty years since Jim Hansen first presented his fairy tale scientific rsearch fairy tale on Climate Change.
Plenty more worth reading at NumberWatch
Found this great line on a CO2 Science thread about Hansen’s continual massaging of temperature data:
Oh NOW I understand why they call it “climate change”! All this time I thought it was what they were studying, not what they were doing. – Patrick M
(I presume the M stands for Michaels).
“…he was standard issue Hollwood fairy floss. Looked a lot like a koala too.” – Infidel Tiger, referring to Heath Ledger.
“…but where he died, I shall live. In his apartment.” – The Simpsons
“…we found this gun in a bag inside your holiday home. I’m sure you’re lying to us.”
“I’m certainly not!”
“Like hell. You’re a lawyer, aren’t you?!” – Old, old, old episode of NYPD Blue.
“Swimming with Great White Sharks is dangerous and should only be attempted by trained professionals. We advise you not to try this at home.” – Shockingly bad documentary on Great White Sharks.
“This shark’s eyes are so powerful that the shark is even able to hunt in the water.” – Shockingly bad documentary on the 10 Most Deadly Sharks. I’m glad I have scientists to tell me this stuff.
“Perhaps the Rudd Government hasn’t been the most successful in Australian history, but what they lack in talent, they make up in showmanship.” – Newspaper editorial. Oh. My. God. Are. They. Serious?!
“What a brag fest this memoir is. One of the things Clark harps on–and he’s a hectoring, preachy, anecdote-averse writer–is the importance of personality in war. He thinks his is just terrific, and on the off-chance that we don’t, he’s assiduously catalogued every compliment he’s ever received from anyone: “One soldier sent a nice letter saying I was like Clint Eastwood.” … “A few weeks later, General Shalikashvili told me, ‘Wes, you are the most well-known general in Europe.’ ” … “I looked over to the British representative, Pauline Neville-Jones, for support. She had won high honors at Oxford as an undergraduate, and I felt she might be sympathetic to my approach.” Oh–and pretty much everyone calls him “Sir.”
Waging Modern War, in fact, frequently reminds me of Jeffrey Frank’s hilarious recent novel, The Columnist, in which a Washington climber tries to take credit for pretty much every social advance of the last half-century. There’s a stunning passage in which Clark describes a 1983 meeting with Colin Powell, in which the two of them were drafting a transition memo to the new Army chief of staff:
Emboldened, I suggested a line of argument: “Isn’t the most important thing never to commit U.S. troops again unless we’re going in to win? No more gradualism and holding back like in Vietnam, but go in with overwhelming force?” Again, Powell agreed, and we put it in the introduction.
In other words, Clark is claiming to be the real inventor of the Powell doctrine.”
You won’t want to read the whole enchelada because Gen. Clark is such an insignificant zit on the ass of humanity, but it is interesting that this article is from… 2002!
Many thoughtful people have had Clark’s number for years.
Via Mark Hemingway at The Corner.
Nice makeup, General.
For Jeep Cherokee:
That squirrel rocks.
Been waiting to post this for a long time.
At some time close to my 17th birthday I was running across one of my high school’s fields when I felt a little twinge in my right lower back. Nothing spectacular, but enough to slow me down. I took it gingerly for the rest of the day. I knew it was there come bedtime, but it was a few hours later when I unexpectedly woke up in severe pain all across the lower back. This probably sounds over-dramatic, but it really was a task just to crawl out of bed and hobble to the kitchen and take a couple of panadols. Those eased it somewhat, enough for me to go back to sleep again. Normally you expect a pain to settle with rest, so whilst I was surprised at how badly it had woken me I still expected some relief in the morning.
It was not to be. Over the next few days I discovered that this pain was worse when resting. Gentle activity helped, though anything abrupt or strenuous had become a definite no-no. I was taken to my local GP who, in retrospect, had no idea what was going on but quite understandably attributed it to back strain, the sort which might take a few weeks to settle. He put me on ibuprofen.
It helped very little. All this is nearly 20 years ago, so details are sketchy, but when it became clear the pain wasn’t settling, the GP referred me to an Orthopaedic Surgeon. I had x-rays around this time. They were reported normal. The specialist, I must say, was rather off-hand about the issue. I suspect he thought I was exaggerating. His advise was to buy a good mattress and to get some physiotherapy. Several hundred dollars later, we found they didn’t help out either.
I was surviving on the panadols and anti-inflammatories. At some stage the ibuprofen was changed to voltaren. Same modest effect. I stopped playing sport at school and was walking with a limp all the time. I graduated, got into university and eventually ended up seeing a Rheumatologist. He ran more tests and spotted some subtle changes on the x-rays missed by the others. In the end he diagnosed me with Ankylosing Spondylitis, an uncommon but by no means rare inflammatory disorder of the spine, predominantly affecting young men. The natural progression of this disease, which has no cure, is to cause pain similar to Rheumatoid Arthritis whilst gradually turning some of the soft tissues connected to the spine into bone. Which is exactly what it proceeded to do.
The Rheumatologist found a drug regime which kept the pain bearable and I’ve been able to lead an essentially normal life, if you don’t include any heavy physical tasks. I wasn’t into sport anyway, so hardly missed that. I think I took it all fairly well until a few years ago, when basically I began to get sick of it. My physical and psychological resistance to pain, I must concede, was wearing away. Fatigue was getting worse, as you might expect when every single night you’re woken after about 6 hours sleep with pain.
Recently, however, some new drugs have come onto the market. I learnt that their results were, in most cases, remarkable. After some procrastination (doctors make the worst patients), I contacted my old Rheumatologist and 2 months later got in to see him. He confirmed what I’d been hearing about these new medications. I wanted to start one of them as soon as possible, but had to jump through a few regulatory hoops first: blood tests to show raised inflammatory markers, x-rays to show spinal changes (my spine looks like a metal rod on these ones), 3 months documented physio and anti-inflammatory usage (like I hadn’t been on them 20 years already!), then finally, another appointment with the specialist and yes, I qualified (hey, I qualified in spades). Another couple of weeks wait whilst he sent off the script and documentation for government approval. Then I had it: Enbrel, this one’s called. A once weekly self-administered injection under the skin (don’t feel sorry for me on that account; I don’t have needle phobia and they don’t hurt). It can take a few weeks to kick in but to tell the truth, I noticed the difference within 24hours. Oh, Enbrel, where have you been all my life? I’ve been on it just over a week now and didn’t even take my anti-inflammatory last night. NO PAIN!
I want to go skiing. I want to play tennis and cricket. I love being able to pick up my little boy without effort and swinging him around. Yeah, I know, I’m going for the cheesy stuff here. But that’s the way it is. A little dose of home-spun feelgood.
Thank you, Big Pharma.
John McCain spent 5½ years in captivity as a POW in North Vietnam. His first-person account of that harrowing ordeal was published in U.S. News in May 1973. Shot down in his Skyhawk dive bomber on Oct. 26, 1967, Navy flier McCain was taken prisoner with fractures in his right leg and both arms. He received minimal care and was kept in wretched conditions that he describes vividly in the U.S. News special report:
Lt. Cmdr. John S. McCain III after his release from captivity in Vietnam.
(Thomas J. O’Halloran for USN&WR/Courtesy Library of Congress)
This story originally appeared in the May 14, 1973, issue of U.S.News & World Report. It was posted online on January 28, 2008.
I may not agree with everything McCain says, but this dude…is light years ahead of Hussein Obama, in character.