Pick your poison

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I’m not happy that every phone call I make — and every phone call that gets made to me — is being logged and reviewed by my government. I’m not happy that the Patriot Act, passed into law in a time of great crisis, has resulted in my sacrificing so many of my constitutionally guaranteed freedoms.

I’m also not happy that a high school dropout named Edward Snowden (above) who hasn’t reached the age of 30 and is working for a government contractor is in a position to know so much about so many people, and to reveal so many secrets about American data mining to the media. I’m also trying to decide whether he is Daniel Ellsberg or Benedict Arnold.

But I know this much: I was in New York on 9/11, and I remember the sound of the fighter jets flying overhead, and the look of terror on the people in the streets. And I remember walking from work to Grand Central Terminal a couple of days later, and seeing a million people in the street, because the terminal and the skyscraper above it were evacuated due to a bomb scare. And I remember the firetruck screaming down Madison Avenue, and the tears that came to my eyes when I saw all the people breaking into cheers for the heroes on the truck.

And I never want to see or experience anything like that again. Once a lifetime is enough for me, thank you.

So it’s difficult to weigh my demand for privacy against my desire to be kept safe from maniacs who want me dead due to the circumstances of my birth and nationality.

More than a week into all this, the best piece I’ve read was written by Thomas Friedman in the New York Times:

Yes, I worry about potential government abuse of privacy from a program designed to prevent another 9/11 — abuse that, so far, does not appear to have happened. But I worry even more about another 9/11. That is, I worry about something that’s already happened once — that was staggeringly costly — and that terrorists aspire to repeat.

 I worry about that even more, not because I don’t care about civil liberties, but because what I cherish most about America is our open society, and I believe that if there is one more 9/11 — or worse, an attack involving nuclear material — it could lead to the end of the open society as we know it. If there were another 9/11, I fear that 99 percent of Americans would tell their members of Congress: “Do whatever you need to do to, privacy be damned, just make sure this does not happen again.” That is what I fear most.

That is why I’ll reluctantly, very reluctantly, trade off the government using data mining to look for suspicious patterns in phone numbers called and e-mail addresses — and then have to go to a judge to get a warrant to actually look at the content under guidelines set by Congress — to prevent a day where, out of fear, we give government a license to look at anyone, any e-mail, any phone call, anywhere, anytime.

That pretty much sums it up for me. If it comes down to siding with the NSA or Al Qaeda, I’m going with the NSA. Pick your poison.

Not a hero

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This is making the rounds now. Kid at Liberty High School in South Carolina rips up his valedictorian speech and recites the Lord’s Prayer.

They’re calling him a hero, of course. But, as my friend Marty Levine points out, “The quote in the article saying the kid showed courage missed it completely. It takes very little courage to publicly espouse a Christian view in the Bible Belt. Had he stood up for separation of church and state and used his address to explain the need to protect the standing of religious minorities? That would have been an act of courage.”

My take . . . Marty nailed it. The kid had a legal right to do what he did and definitely should not be disciplined by the school system. Fact is, they’d be making him a martyr for the religious right if they tried to discipline him. But I also think the kid has no regard whatsoever for his fellow students and the people in the crowd who don’t share his religious views.

This was nothing to be proud of.

Air Force (finally) gets one right

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Per Todd Starnes at Fox News:

“An inspirational painting that referenced a Bible verse has been removed from a dining hall at Mountain Home Air Force Base after an anti-religion group filed a complaint.”

The painting featured a medieval crusader and referenced Matthew 5:9, “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.”

The Military Religious Freedom Foundation called the painting “repugnant” and an “overt display of Christian nationalism.”

Well, yeah, that pretty much sums it up. But I don’t think it’s right to call the group “anti-religion.” I’d say it’s pretty much pro-Constitution. You know, that whole First Amendment thing.

Read it here. You decide.

Take me out . . .

Just read a very good piece in the Washington Post, written by a man who refuses to stand when they play God Bless America at the ballpark. Did I mention he’s a Methodist minister?

And it brings to mind a day a long time ago, when my son, Josh, was around 3 years old. We were at some sort of function where they played the Star Spangled Banner. Josh looked up and said . . .

“DAD!!!! They’re playing the baseball song!!!”

And I knew the kid was gonna be all right.

Very nice

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Very nice

I enjoyed a couple of bottles of Palm Belgian Ale at dinner the other night. Enjoyed it enough that I took a picture so I’d remember it next time I’m at the local beer store. (The beard behind the beer is Grant’s, not mine. His beard is much older.)

So let’s talk about today’s proposal by the National Transportation Safety Board to lower the BAC limit for drivers to .05 from .08.

My take . . . If you think lowering the BAC content is intrusive or nanny-state, then you’re drinking too much. According to CNN:

Under current law, a 180-pound male typically will hit the 0.08 threshold after drinking four drinks in an hour, according to an online blood alcohol calculator published by the University of Oklahoma.

If you lower the BAC to .05, then it becomes three drinks in an hour.

IMHO . . . If you’re having more than three drinks in an hour, you don’t belong behind the wheel.

The NTSB says lowering the BAC will save 500-800 loves a year. I’m good with that, too.

I stopped at two beers. It isn’t so hard.

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Utah soccer referee in coma from player’s punch

Was sports ever fun?

I remember once when I had to explain to Little League parents that the umpire (me) was the good guy . . . the guy who sacrificed his time because he loved the game and he loved seeing children learn to play it right. The pay sucked, the mosquitoes sucked worse, it was hot and humid and I was out there umpiring. And, no matter if I called it a ball or a strike, safe or out, half the parents would boo.

Ultimately, it can lead to this. Awful.