Somewhat antithetical to the theoretical mission of the State Department, as it is understood by what I would place at 98% of Americans.
Instead, this menace may come in the form of a seemingly innocuous dome-topped antenna perched atop an electronics-packed building surrounded by a security fence somewhere in the United States.
In recent months, the Central Intelligence Agency and the Pentagon have been quietly waging a campaign to stop the State Department from allowing Roscosmos, the Russian space agency, to build about half a dozen of these structures, known as monitor stations, on United States soil, several American officials said.
Oh…here’s the answer…you might have already guessed it.
For the State Department, permitting Russia to build the stations would help mend the Obama administration’s relationship with the government of President Vladimir V. Putin, now at a nadir because of Moscow’s granting asylum to Mr. Snowden and its backing of President Bashar al-Assad of Syria.
In other words, pumping up the Boy King’s foreign policy clusterfuck of ‘not a damn thing for America if he can help it.’ Boy King Obama must be served.
via A Russian GPS Using U.S. Soil Stirs Spy Fears – NYTimes.com.
It will probably be a humdinger, the Chinese Fire Drill to end all Chinese Fire Drills, the Goat Rope Maximus, the Mother of all Snafus. And that’s only for openers.
- Richard Fernandez, Belmont Club, viz King Obama’s latest stuttering clusterfuck
Yeah, pretty much:
This is the part where some articles out there like this one will wrap up with fluff about these disagreements being what makes baseball great, which is nonsense. What makes baseball great happens on the baseball field, not on Twitter or the BBWAA website’s erstwhile hosting. People get bent out of shape about end of year awards not because there’s anything great or noble about how any of us think baseball players should be valued, or because someone’s going to hit the doomsday button if a guy with 20 wins takes home a Cy Young Award he didn’t really deserve.
They do it becase baseball’s not on anymore [...]
The link goes to an article about the MVPs, and some hoo-ha about the Hall of Fame, which doesn’t matter one iota to me, but I just really, really liked that last line up there. I am adrift at sea, clinging to a hockey puck-shaped life preserver near a fantasy football-shaped lifeboat, as I wait for baseball to start again.
Beginning with the hot stove bidness. There are some interesting holes to fill on my beloved Rangers. Let’s get it on, babies.
Quite happy to see this for Yu Darvish:
The BBWAA was just as certain about Scherzer, awarding him 203 voting points, based on 28 for first, one second and one third. The Rangers’ Yu Darvish was second — the highest finish ever in Cy Young voting for a Japanese-born player — with 19 second-place votes and 93 total points, followed by the Mariners’ Hisashi Iwakuma with 73 points. The Tigers’ Anibal Sanchez and Chris Sale of the White Sox earned the other first-place votes.
I bet he wins a Cy Young in the next five years.
A 20 year-old bridge broke loose fell out of my mouth, and I am now a bona fide snaggle-tooth hayseed, all with one durn tooth sticking up right in the front of my mouth like a lone sentry. As if I have money for cosmetic dentistry. Except it ain’t too cosmetic, since I eat with those teeth.
This piles on top of a barium swallow on Monday to see if the eggheads can determine why my the passage to my enormous and hungry stomach has shrunk to the size of a cocktail stir-straw.
The edge of the abyss: exposing the NSA’s all-seeing machine
There is currently no clear path to reform. All three branches of US government have, in some measure, enabled, allowed, or justified the existence and continued use of unprecedented NSA programs that collect data on American citizens.
I won’t ever believe anything is reformed until the heads of the Big Wheels are rolling around on the floor, or they’re in prison, and their precious mega-data-centers are parking lots. None of which will happen. These traitorous bastards are guaranteed a life in the lap of luxury. Not one hair on their head will be ruffled.
And they’re all laughing at you & me.
“The American Republic will endure until the day Congress discovers that it can bribe the public with the public’s money.”
- Alexis De Toqueville, 1835
The new format allows for microformats, something that was new in 2010, I think. I’m just playing around with them. I don’t know that they mean a damn thing.
Before my throat closes completely and I have to get a feeding tube…I really need to fix shrimp & grits with cheese & bacon one time.
Racers gonna race.
Grocery Shoppers, Start Your Engines: Minivans Hit the Racetrack
Minivans are quirky to handle, and that is a part of their appeal. At the November race, they wobbled and skidded sideways while cornering. Top speed on straightaways was about 73 miles an hour.
“It kind of looks out of control, but they’re fairly safe,” says Daryl Sipe, a 39-year-old recycler from Manchester, Pa., who pioneered the category years ago.
No, I haven’t become a metro-sexual.
I got hacked over the weekend. It was deep enough that I decided to nuke the whole thing from orbit. I decided to leave the database standing after checking it as closely as I could for hacks that I’m aware of. So the possiblity exists that it’ll all get hacked-and-hence-nuked again.
I decided to kind of start from scratch since the old theme looked hideous on those fancy, new-fangled phones and slabs all the kids are carrying around, and I’m all about reaching the youth demographic.
I did manage to hork up the encoding somehow. Old posts are going to look goofy until I figure out a conversion routine, if I can figure one out. Single quotes and emdashes: ‘ and — : and other punctuation characters are looking like I’m doing random replaces with junk from Word. Maybe I’ll get to it, maybe I won’t — not like anyone is using this as a research tool for anything.
It does, however, give the NSA a vein to mine, and I must do my duty as a patriotic American to help them spend as many of your tax dollars as they can, as quickly as they can.
Banks, now sadly dead, is simply at the top of the SF game. I read so much other what can only be called, and very kindly, too, dreck. This has absolutely everything a science fiction reader could ask for: wormholes, a wormhole network, two wormhole networks?, rebels, supremely evil villain antagonist, morally compromised heroes, aliens, galactic road-trips, multiple well-developed story-lines, revenge, AIs…I could go on. 500 page-turning pages.
Banks is philosophically a commie, an agnostic & possibly an atheist, and a severe critic of the inherent violence of the human survival instinct, though I use “human” loosely here. To his credit, he tends to avoid preaching and speechifying about his personal moral framework, because, I believe, he recognizes the utter moral bankruptcy of his wholly idealistic socialist utopia.
(Not to mention it's impossibility, until such time as we manage to discover and harness free energy, the only thing that could allow humans or aliens to even begin to approach the peaceful societies he uses as a backdrop for his stories in most of his works. I digress.)
As I note, pretty much everything I write here about Banks should be in the past tense, as he passed in June of this year. It’s sad. I could stand reading one of his books every year or so.
The Algebraist is an absorbing, enjoyable read, and I strongly recommend it.