Showing posts with label books im reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books im reading. Show all posts

August 16, 2011

Things I am conservative about

I grew up conservative. But I'm finding the Republican party and, moreso, the whole finger pointing system that plagues our government extremely distasteful; it doesn't fix the problem and it creates unnecessary strife.

I'm reading Lone Survivor by Marcus Luttrel and I tend to agree with the excerpt I'm about to post than disagree. I see his gripe in the manufacturing world a lot - upper management creating rules without the advice of the people closer to the product (not at my company ... but this is a well known attribute of bad management - not listening to your workforce). Upper management determines quality of the product, end of story. They can blame the guys working on the machinery and putting the materials together.  And those guys make mistakes, don't get me wrong. But their mistakes are very micro. Upper management mistakes have a long reach. The guys lugging the chemicals around don't determine the type of materials they receive to make the product (power of the purse) or how they should put the materials together. And the guys with grease up to their elbows don't determine the machinery they are able to use. This is determined by upper management.

The one thing that sits wrong with the following excerpt would be the higher chance of killing civilians. And I guess that's one of the many reasons war is war.  I'm sure there's an optimal middle that can be found between the safety of our military, the safety of civilians in nations of unrest, and the capture and removal of bad guys.

So here is a long excerpt from Lone Survivor.

It's been an insidious progression, the criticisms of the US Armed Forces from politicians and from the liberal media, which knows nothing of combat, nothing of our training, and nothing of the mortal dangers we face out there on the front line. Each of the six of us in that aircraft en route to Afghanistan had constantly in the back of our minds the ever-intrusive rules of engagement.

These are drawn up for us to follow by some politician sitting in some distant committee room in Washington, DC. And that's a very long way from the battlefield, where a sniper's bullet can blast your head, where the slightest mistake can cost your life, where you need to kill your enemy before he kills you.

And these ROE are very specific: we may not open fire until we are fired upon or have positively identified our enemy and have proof of his intentions. Now, that's all very gallant. But how about a group of US soldiers who have been on patrol for several days; have been fired upon; have dodged rocket-propelled grenades and homemade bombs; have sustained casualties; and who are very nearly exhausted and maybe slightly scared?

How about when a bunch of guys wearing colored towels around their heads and brandishing AK-47s come charging over the horizon straight toward you? Do you wait for them to start killing your team, or do you mow the bastards down before they get a chance to do so?

That situation might look simple in Washington, where the human rights of terrorists are often given high priority. And I am certain liberal politicians would defend their position to the death. Because every knows liberals have never been wrong about anything. You can ask them. Anytime.

However, from the standpoint of the US combat soldier, Ranger, SEAL, Green Beret, or whatever, those ROE represent a very serious conundrum. We understand we must obey them because they happen to come under the laws of the country we are sworn to serve. But they represent a danger to us....

I can say from firsthand experience that those rules of engagement cost the lives of three of the finest US Navy SEALs who have ever served....

I am hopeful that one day soon, the US government will learn that we can be trusted. We know about bad guys, what they do, and, often, who they are. The politicians have chosen to send us into battle, and that's our trade. We do what's necessary. And in my view, once those politicians have elected to send us out to do what 99.9 percent of the country would be terrified to undertake, they should get the hell out of the way and stay there.

The entire business of modern war crimes, as identified by teh liberal wings of politicas and the media, began in Iraq and has been running downhill every since. Everyone's got to have his little hands in it, blathering on about the public's right to know.

Well, in the view of most Navy SEALs, the public does not have that right to know, not if it means placing our lives in unnecessary peril because someone in WAshington is driving himself mad worying about the human rights of some cold-hearted terrorist fanatic who would kill us as soon as look at us, as wlel as any other American at whom he could point that wonky old AK of his.

...

I promise you, every insurgent, freedom fighter, and stray gunman in Iraq who we arrested knew the ropes, knew that the way out was to announce he had been tortured by the Americans, ill treated, or prevented from reading the Koran or eating his breakfast or watching the television. They all knew al-Jazeera, the Arab broadcasters, would pick it up, and it would be relayed to the USA, where the liberal media would joyfully accuse all of us of being murderers or barbarians or something. Those terrorist organizations laugh at the US media, and they know exactly how to use the system against us.

...

I am not a political person, and as a Navy SEAL I am sworn to defend my country and carry out the wishes of my commander in chief, the president of the United States, whoever he may be, Republican or Democrat. I am a patriot; I fight for the USA and for my home state of Texas [shocker]. I simply do not want to see some of the best young men in the country hesitating to join the elite branches of the US Armed Services because they're afraid they might be accused of war crimes by their own side, just for attacking the enemy.

And I know one thing for certain. If I ever rounded a mountainside in Afghanistan and came face to face with Osama bin Laden, the man who masterminded the vicious, unprovoked attack on my country, killing 2,752 innocent American civilians in New York on 9/11, I'd shoot him dead, in cold blood.

At which point, urged on by an outraged American media, the millitary would probably incarcerate me under the jail, never mind in it. And then I'd be charged with murder.

Tell you what. I'd still shoot the sonofabitch.

January 31, 2011

Luke 5: 36-38 don't put new wine in old wineskin


36 And he spake also a parable unto them; No man putteth a piece of a new garment upon an old; if otherwise, then both the new maketh a rent, and the piece that was taken out of the newaagreeth not with the old. 
37 And no man putteth new wine into old bottles; else the new wine will burst the abottles, and be spilled, and the bottles shall perish. 
38 But new wine must be put into new bottles; and both are preserved.

I was reading this book by this psychotherapist M Scott Peck (Civility Rediscovered) and the author was talking about how if one person in a relationship gets help with something then the relationship must change or the relationship will "fail" (the couple might sludge through it ... but it won't be a "healthy" relationship). And in the footnotes he linked this idea to scripture in Luke 5.

I have a hard time with reading the scriptures because I feel like I just don't relate to a lot of them.  But when I hear parables told in modern day story fashion, I find the scriptures resonate with me better.

November 23, 2010

I'm reading a book.

I'm reading The History Of Love by Nicole Krauss.  She's married to Jonathan Safran Foer.  I had no clue. He's the more famous author and I'm reading his wife's work without ever have read his.

Anyways, here's some word for word excerpts or something like it.

At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I’d end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat empty.

There were rumors of unfathomable things, and because we couldn't fathom them we failed to believe them, until we had no choice and it was too late.

What is larger than life? To sit in the front row and look up at a beautiful girl’s face two stories high and have the vibrations of her voice massaging your legs is to be reminded of the size of life. So I sit in the front row. If I leave with a crick in my neck and a fading hard-on it was a good seat. I’m not a dirty man, I’m a man who wanted to be as large as life.

There are passages of my book I know by heart.
By heart, this is not an expression I use lightly.



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I love the last one. Taking something we say quite a bit "I know this song by heart!" and dissecting the words to their actual meaning.  "by heart" "know" "we"
I don't know what I'm really trying to say.  I feel like my head is filled with half thoughts or almost there thoughts most of the time.
All of the time.

kthxbye

June 16, 2008

Lucky Jim

Not only is the 1st paragraph of Ch. 6 the best description of a hangover I've ever read ...

"His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum."

But I read this today too.

"All the same, what messes these women got themselves into over nothing. Men got themselves into messes too, and ones that weren't so easily got out of, but their messes arose from attempts to satisfy real and simple needs."

Dont particularly agree with that 100% (the first half, yes; the second half, not so much) but still was funny to read because the first part is SO TRUE SOMETIMES.
You couldnt believe some of the problems I've dreamt up in my head that didnt really exist.

May 19, 2008

books and social networking!

Here's my librarything profile.

http://www.librarything.com/catalog/nikirtehsuxlol


Now the one person, Dustin? Im guessing, that reads my blog can KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA -eh.

My goal is to get more views than blog posts. Right now Im at 65 blog posts and 70 profile views. But I view my blog after I write them and I think my profile views of my blog count too. So

70 profile views - my 65 views of my 65 blog posts = 5 profile views that arent me.

Hmm thats actually kind of depressing.
I think I caught my mom reading my diary more than that.

May 18, 2008

Welcome to the bat cave!

My friend took a pic of me and my arm looks like its almost growing a wing underneath! I am at the highest weight I've been at in a long time. Its a major amount of suck. But I know I can lose it pretty easily. I dont know HOW I could be eating worse right now. But I am going to bike commute to work. And Im broke so there's no way in hell that I can eat fast food every single morning the next few weeks. Okay my parents might give me a hundred dollars and, in that case, yes there is a way in hell that I can eat fast food every single morning for the next few weeks. But the nasty food is kind of tiring on my body. So I will TRYYYYY to stop. And when I say "try" that means that I wont stop. No wait. I will stop. Yes. Oka

Here's the pic in question.

TO THE CAVE BATMAN!

(Im reading Mortified. Its hecka funny. I showed Flavio the book during sacrament. And he started reading it and laughing. Oh so sinful. But oh so funny. Its a good book. Even the somber reverence of hearing some girl talk about her mission couldnt unfunny the funny in this book. This one girl had a crush on Duran Duran and wrote a fantasy story about how she got to intercourse with two of the band members ... and to meet them, she basically has her parents die in a tragic car accident and then sees Duran Duran in the hospital too bc one of them had a head injury and she says something to the effect of how one chapter of her life was sadly ending but then this awesomeoness of love with the members of Duran Duran was dawning on her. Wow, that run on sentence and horrible re-telling totally made that story unawesome.)