CRC Coming to America?

The UN Convention on Rights of the Child (CRC) — Let’s think about that for a moment. I’ll be the first to note WorldNetDaily is loaded with hyperbole, and the editors take themselves too seriously. Still, this is hardly news. Communists and other government-is-god types have long known the most terrifying and humiliating thing for any human is loss of parental rights. That’s why they press the issue.

This has nothing to do with “think of the children.” People who consider the best interests of children could easily find a better way to implement protections for them. Instead, at every step of the way, getting between parents and their children, government has consistently taken the worst possible route. No, that’s not hyperbole, that’s the judgment of God. Check His Book. We know government bureaucrats don’t care what God has to say, but that’s another issue. Any government which rejects the advice of the Book is by definition illegitimate.

But let’s take a look at how this is likely to play out in reality. So far, we have a long record of various state iterations of Family Services doing the worst thing. No, not in every case, but all too often. The reason is the system itself is just a big pile of doo-doo. It is not possible for a bureaucracy to do anything right, and the more things revolve around very real human uniqueness, the worse it gets. Consider this: Child Welfare agencies always hire the worst people. Good people do not apply for such jobs. Good people don’t want to interfere with internal family matters. There is already plenty of laws on the books for arresting parents for outright assault, and for serious neglect. Everything else is simply nobody else’s business.

That families tend to resist outside interference is simply a fact of life. Kids are notorious for lying and exaggerating in the first place (at least in the US), so if they don’t want to tell on mom and dad, too bad. It is guaranteed you cannot possibly come up with reliable a method for bypassing that. I say that from the background of one trained as both a cop and a family counselor. Yes, I am an expert, at least as expert as any government thug I’ve ever met or heard or about.

They are thugs in the sense they have no sense of proportion. This is not merely anecdotal evidence, but piles and piles of studies done by academic researchers and other experts. Study after study shows the flaws in the systems, and the systems never change. Such agencies still attract a very high percentage of people who truly enjoy squashing other people. They still establish brain-dead policies and hire the worst idiots in town, often from the welfare rolls. They even hire the parents they’ve prosecuted. Once such people are on staff, they are gods, itching to dole out even worse treatment to everyone else in the world. No other agency under heaven is permitted to second-guess; they close ranks against God Himself.

These are the people, and these are the agencies which will enforce the CRC.

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Don’t Know Much About…

I’m not a Linux guru. I’m familiar with some aspects of Linux, and I enjoy using it. I’ve installed various versions of various distros on some 30-40 different machines. On a somewhat smaller scale, I’ve experimented with FreeBSD. My only area of expertise might be explaining what little I know to people who understand it all far less than I.

There’s a lot I’ll never know about it, but I still like DOS, and still believe the very best office suite ever was Enable O/A. I run it under DOSemu on my Linux box, and print directly to my dot-matrix printer. If you happen to know what Enable is, and want a copy, it’s still available (just grab the big ISO image). I hardly recall all the keystrokes I once had memorized, but for stuff I want to print on paper, nothing today matches it for my purposes. I’m hoping to get a really fine old vintage Pentium to run FreeDOS so I can do it right, and run a bunch of other DOS stuff I still want to try.

In my youth, I worked on cars a great deal. I got familiar with the basic design and workings of them, up through about 1987. After that, I simply got tired of it, so I started saving up to buy something I didn’t need to work on so much. Now I don’t remember as much as I did once. Simple stuff, such as shocks and struts, tune ups, maybe the odd starter or alternator, is about all I can handle these days. They’ve gotten so complicated, and so hideously cheap, it’s just not worth it any more.

When the VA sent me back to college to get a teaching degree, I was one of the few who took enough hours in Economics, Geography and Political Science to certify in those subjects. Most of the folks passing through the Social Studies Department were lucky to finish the requirements for History. It didn’t help me get a full-time job, but I was told I knew my stuff by quite a few tenured teachers. What I knew was what colleges teach about such things, and as I continued reading in those fields, I realized they had tried to hide things from me. They even hid stuff about education itself, so I got tired of fighting the system and quit. I returned my teaching license to the State Board of Education for Oklahoma. I’ll never work in public education again. So I’m still doing lots of reading in the field of Social Sciences, only to realize I really don’t know much at all.

So far, I’m doing pretty good with cutting trails in the woods. It doesn’t take a lot of knowing, just doing. That’s why it appears to be so successful. Fixing bicycles isn’t really easy, but there’s just not that much to them. My hands are good at “cut-in” painting, but I don’t really know about painting. I can patch sheetrock well enough, but I’m not much good at putting up a new drywall cover. For some reason I never really took to carpentry, but I seem able to cut pieces very precisely for little projects and repairs. I can’t make steel armor like my son does, but I form little bits of sheet metal for this and that. I was never better than mediocre at drawing, but I always manage to sketch what I need for just about anything.

What’s crazy is my fundamental temperament thrives on competence.

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The Trail Continues

If the wooded area near here was bigger, more remote, it would be quiet there. When I’m out on the trails, I can hear dogs just a quarter-mile away, trucks a half-mile away, the occasional unmuffled motorcycle, and kids yelling. Still, it’s not too bad down in the woods itself. The only sound really near me is my own noise cutting limbs and chopping up scrub on the ground.

I’m in the third section. I’ve come to an ancient fence, which once separated two properties joined some years back by the developers. It runs only in the wooded section where I’m cutting the trail. I’ll have to cut it to keep going, but I’m going to make sure the gap is rather narrow, to prevent motorized vehicles. I’m now not too far from one of their trails. This particular section of woods is not at all square, nor even rectangular. It’s wider across the southern end, but a plowed section comes around the north end and extends down the western side. I’m going to veer right on crossing the fence to avoid that open area.

That means I’ll have at least another 100 meters to go before hitting an open area where the developers cut down into the red sandstone hill side. That will mean the entire loop is half done. I’m already seeing evidence others are using the trail a great deal. In particular I’m seeing lots of deer tracks. They seem to appreciate the easy passage on their normal forage route. They feed in a string of wooded areas all around here. There’s evidence they sleep in some of the open areas screened by heavy thorn patches, where the four-wheelers won’t go. They grow tall, thick and dark-colored, so you can’t see through a mere six feet (2m) of such growth. The individual stalks can easily be thick as any man’s fingers. When I come to the one patch I have to cross, it will be the hardest work I’ve done since starting this project.

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Linux Printing: Never Really Good

First off, let’s clarify the title is simply an expression of my personal experience. There was a time way back in the days of RedHat 6.2 when it worked really well. That was before CUPS and I had an old Epson dot-matrix. The setup was simple, the drivers worked, and I got what I wanted. Further, the product was character-based, instead of graphical rendering. That’s what those printers were designed for, and graphical document rendering was always pretty poor.

Since then, it’s never worked well for me. I realize CUPS has allowed for a unified driver platform, but I find it’s uniformly shaky. I never had trouble with the old LPRng doing crazy things and spitting out reams of gibberish characters, scattered a line or two on one page, and many pages. In CUPS, it happens a lot. This afternoon I did some more testing, thinking maybe I’ll get it to work. Not.

Surely there are some mismatches in hardware and such, but that wasn’t an issue when I tested the machine under XP. Drivers are always dicey in Linux when the hardware manufacturer won’t play nicely. Such is life. At any rate, my Panasonic KX-P2123 isn’t doing that well. The KX-P1123 works much better, which is crazy because that one is much older. The HP Deskjet 5440 was a wreck. That is, if I used the hplip tools, it was pure trash. I tried every permutation possible, read the documentation, but all I got was pages of gibberish. If I simply set it up directly under CUPS, it was okay on the test page, but missing lines of ink once I tried to actually do any work with it. Trying to use the HP cleaning tool gave me gibberish again. Just to test, I plugged the printer into my eMac and it works just fine. It’ll stay with the Mac.

I’ll keep using the KX-P1123 for what little I have to print off my Linux box, and save the KX-P2123 for the future DOS box. I’ll probably never get Linux to print the way I like. *sigh*

(Hint: For all those who just can’t resist trying to show off your brilliance by informing my poor benighted brain, put a sock in it. I’m applying the PLONK to all smart-alecks.)

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Small Adaptations: Printer Shopping

I’m cheap. If low-priced junk will do the job, that’s what I’m buying. Further, if I can find it below retail, that’s where I’m going.

With each newer system I get, it’s harder and harder to make my old Panasonic dot-matrix printers work. It has gotten to the point it just won’t work on this system. I guess I’ll have to find something obsolete but still working and run DOS or Win3.1 so I can just use my old DOS office suite for the old printer. It’s designed for high volume output, so it’ll be reserved for that use.

Meanwhile, I do print stuff now and then, so I went looking for something more recent. Because there are so many thrift stores in my area, that’s the first place I looked. That’s where I found the old dot-matrix printers in the first place. Low and behold, some store had donated a floor model Brother MFC-440CN. You could tell it was still new by the lack of scratches, fingerprints, etc. Now, I really don’t like this all-in-one stuff, but my wife does. Since it was only about $35, I felt it would be worth it, and let her have it. Sure enough, it works and she’s happy as a lark. It needs cartridge refills, but we expected that. I got the old HP DeskJet-5440, which is just dandy for me.

We’ll be stocking up on ink and paper, because we expect things to get a little rough before summer, with the US economy tanking pretty hard. Now is the time for preparation.

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It’s All Personal

There is a fundamental sin behind the notion of corporations as legal persons. Human nature is such that, if we can dodge our individual culpability, we will. Until the consequences fall upon our personal heads, we do not change what we do. While it’s also true of government figures, that’s just an extension of the principle: If I am acting in a vested capacity on behalf of any group, then I cannot be held personally liable. Baloney.

Under the Covenant of Noah, all things are personal (The Covenant of Moses is a particular instance of Noah). The concept of corporate culpability is a perversion of the household culpability. If the master of a household sins, on the earthly level his entire household is liable for the consequence. That’s not a matter of spiritual dynamics, nor some hocus-pocus where God holds three or four generations guilty. To read it so is bringing false assumptions to the text of Scripture. God was merely noting the importance of every head of household, and his accountability before God. Sons shall not be punished for a father’s guilt, but the son will certainly be burdened by the consequences of a father’s mistakes, and will have to live down the evil repute which attaches to his name. Subsequent generations can certainly choose to distinguish themselves as better people. The point is, it’s all personal.

Under a biblical ruling, you cannot reduce your liabilities to mere tort. While it should certainly include financial liability, we fail God’s demands under Noah when we allow a CEO to escape personal liability for decisions he made at the head of the corporation. If for the sake of profits, he allowed a couple hundred people to be poisoned and die, he should die. It’s really that simple. That’s in part a fundamental assumption about justice in God’s eyes under Noah. There is no such thing as an impersonal corporation. First of all, you can’t run a business where you don’t claim personal ownership, unless you are serving as the appointed manager of someone else who does own it. In that case, you remain personally liable, but so does the owner. You can sell shares in the profits only; you remain the actual owner from God’s viewpoint. In effect, companies don’t exist, only people and families. You can’t run a business where the officers aren’t family, unless you all agree to bear responsibilities as if you were family. God assumes an officer is family, but a servant can be anybody hired off the street. Servants are not liable. However, you cannot create a legal fiction of a company which has nothing but servants. Somebody carries the personal liability, and all property is owned by an individual human. Our system in the West is completely and utterly in defiance of God. The whole thing violates God’s requirements, so it’s inherently evil from the start. Expect God to destroy it and everything which supports it.

If you suggest changing back to the ancient, “primitive” model would hamper material progress, you are wrong. God decides what is appropriate in terms of material progress. His promises were quite lavish, and any reading the Torah will show that. Do it His way, and you will find Him personally in favor of it, granting by that favor material prosperity, among other things. All the logic in the world means nothing, because you can’t pretend God is not involved. You may find yourself in a world where you cannot escape such a false regime of economics, but at the very least you should denounce it to have any hope of receiving God’s favor for yourself.

Protesters seem to understand a piece of this. When you see attempts to name and shame the individual leaders of things they despise, it’s often condemned as “getting personal” — as if there were something immoral about that. Such condemnation is backwards from what God has said. If we post the names and addresses of, say, the head officers at Monsanto as legitimate targets for some form of harassment, that’s biblical.

The reason it’s biblical is because it exercises the proper form of pressure. It’s not about fiduciary liability so much as personal liability. It’s not a civil matter, but a matter of personal decisions made by individual people which is known harmful to a lot of folks who have no say in the matter. The corporate structure of Monsanto is itself illegitimate, so simply suing them is giving credibility to the whole mess. Under Noah, this is not a civil matter; this is a social matter. That Monsanto’s doings are a threat is simply a fact. Monsanto won’t behave as good members of the vast horde of communities they affect, so they need to be punished. It starts by applying moral pressure and appeals for better decisions. Failing that, they need to be kicked out of those communities. If they won’t go, they should be physically violated and forced to go. Communities have an inherent right to defend themselves against threats. That’s how the Bible views it, by virtue of being the fundamental assumptions.

It does enter into rather muddy waters when we talk about communities making decisions of that sort. Right now, we have a very tough time with it because most communities themselves are in sin, not following the biblical patterns. Again, this is not about sins in spiritual terms, but very concrete actions in violation of God’s law for this fallen world as granted under the Covenant of Noah, and as expanded and exemplified in the Covenant of Moses. Protesters do not have to be born-again Christians to reap the blessings of God on how they go about the business of protesting; they need only abide by the conventions of Noah.

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Great Ride in the Snow

There are good rides, and I have plenty of them. Most of my 10-milers into town are good, the rest are pretty decent. Only a couple in the four months so far have been very unpleasant.

Then there are great rides. Here in Central Oklahoma we got only a little of the ice, and lots of sleet and snow, from a wet warm front blowing up off the Gulf and dropping all its juice down through a cold front lying heavy upon the ground. Today my elderly friended called and needed to get out to a few stores, having hibernated through this nasty weather. When I left the house, it wasn’t quite warm enough for serious melting. I got to ride over lots of packed, clean snow on my mountain bike.

That was utterly delightful. Then I got to hop of few plow drifts which had been dropped on the off-street paths set aside for bikes and such. I wonder of any of these Okies know that’s a violation of the ADA? Nah. Most Okies don’t care about such things. For me, it was just another way to test my skills, jumping ice mounds.

Coming home was a different matter. It was nearly 60°F and slush, run-off and lots of other nastiness plagued me. It could have been worse, but not by much. Still, today ranks up there with one of just a few memorable rides. Snow in Oklahoma!

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The Law of Stupidity

There was a time I would sit here at my computer with my mouth agape over some new expression of folly. After awhile, I got more used to it. So common is the lack of “common sense,” I’ve given up on expecting to see much of it. Instead, I find there are times when I just have to lean back and wonder why more people aren’t saying sensible things to counter the lies. There are some, but nobody bothers to read their stuff, apparently. So we end up talking to each other. I worry our numbers are declining. So today’s post is an attempt to state the obvious, in case someone wanders by to see.

It’s illegal for me to suggest we shoot those who would propose or encourage gun confiscations. So I won’t do that. But confiscation of privately owned firearms is coming to the US. There are a class of people, both in and outside government offices, who are so evil they deserve to die because they are such an unspeakable threat to human life. Their only reason for pressing this is to ensure they can have you killed without much hassle. Our problem is, they are the dominant form of life in the US Congress, along with most unelected bureaucrats in the federal government. Unless some pretty radical and forceful action is taken right soon, we can expect all the nightmare dystopian fiction to be tame compared to reality.

No government in human history has ever disarmed a population except for one purpose: ensuring that population cannot defend themselves against hateful action from government officials. It simply is not possible to disarm common folks for any other reason. To suggest it is for our own good is speaking for Satan himself. If you are worried your armed neighbor is a threat to you, arm yourself. You are otherwise too stupid to live. There is no possible way any human society will ever be mature and modern enough to have no further need for self-defense.

The same can be said of banning, restricting, or otherwise provoking civil government to get involved in just about every other human activity. Whatever it is you want from civil government, they will display the lowest level of competence possible. Skillful, wise and sensible people want no part of government service. Bruce Schneier reminds us:

None of this is new. Criminals have used telephones and mobile phones since they were invented. Drug smugglers use airplanes and boats, radios and satellite phones. Bank robbers have long used cars and motorcycles as getaway vehicles, and horses before then. I haven’t seen it talked about yet, but the Mumbai terrorists used boats as well. They also wore boots. They ate lunch at restaurants, drank bottled water, and breathed the air. Society survives all of this because the good uses of infrastructure far outweigh the bad uses, even though the good uses are — by and large — small and pedestrian and the bad uses are rare and spectacular. And while terrorism turns society’s very infrastructure against itself, we only harm ourselves by dismantling that infrastructure in response — just as we would if we banned cars because bank robbers used them too.

It may end up a necessity to regulate some things, because the rest of the human race as a whole tends to be utterly stupid when congregated in large numbers. However, we should always view them as the last refuge of a failing society. When you come across a nest of whiners demanding “the government must do something about X,” you are hearing from those least capable of judging what matters most in this world.

The proper approach is realizing there is no possible way to prevent most human stupidity, so make plans to clean up the mess afterward. Nothing else makes sense. The only path to prevention of most stupidity is a close, neighbor-in-your-kitchen community. Get involved and stay involved. Don’t ever consider it appropriate to shove the task off on another. You do it. Be prepared to sell to others in the community the idea someone whose actions are intolerable must be ostracized or pushed out. Make no laws preventing such a thing. Recover the unofficial office of village elder who is capable of keeping a sense of proportion. Yes, it inevitably leads to a certain elitism, but only idiots believe we are all equal. God never said that, except to note we are all equally deserving of eternity in Hell. We are most certainly not equally capable, and certainly not interchangeable in any way, shape or form. Only those closest to you, who love you, are capable of giving your just due, be it good or bad. Until people get involved and own a piece of the action, they won’t bother to exert any effort to make life better.

God invested a lot of effort to make clear to us what works in this fallen world, and what does not. Every generation, it seems, comes up with a new way of defying that. The first thing they want to do is bury the fact we are all fallen. After that, anything goes. He warned about that. But because He allows folks to choose whether they’ll listen to Satan or Him, He only gets involved when things threaten to go too far to salvage. The last time He was really patient, it required leaving only eight humans alive on a big boat. That was to prove to us why He has to keep an active hand in things, as with Babylon I. We keep trying to build our own staircase into heaven.

Can’t get there without Him. You can’t even get what little blessings He has promised for this world alone, never mind eternity, unless you refer to His revelation. I’m not interested in your education, logic, finely honed reason — you aren’t God. He’s a lot smarter, and He most certainly has spoken. I’ll be glad to help you understand, not because I claim to be smarter, but because I’m just one of millions who can see this, and happen to have some small talent for saying it in American English.

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One Last Chance

Regret.

It echoed in his mind, with the not-quite-painful thud each time the back of his head rocked against the wall behind him. It occurred to him the rail beds were in no better shape than any other public infrastructure. Thus, the freight cars rocked back and forth without any regularity in rhythm or depth, but with a rather annoying frequency.

It reminded him of the regret he felt in not waking up to the reality of things until it was past time to act.

Like a fool, he believed there would actually be some food given away as the fliers promised. He was cagey, but not shy enough.

A couple of blocks from the rail yard, he sat behind an abandoned house, up close to the rusting hulk of an old car. Watching the streets, he tried to gauge the kind of people heading down to the tracks. No good. He couldn’t tell much, couldn’t see any discernible pattern. A few hung back, but not as far back as he.

Shifting his position just a bit, he spotted some rail cars moving slowly in the yard. It was a wide, flat sand bed, covered with the double-fist sized chunks of hard stone common to all rail beds. He could see where some of the rails had been pulled up, cannibalized for the steel. The high fence which had always been there was now topped with a row of concertina wire. Hadn’t seen that stuff since his time in Iraq. He rubbed the twisted wreckage of his left lower leg, where he was one of the lucky few to survive a blast which killed all his friends.

Yeah, lucky.

It got him sent home, at least. Too bad his wife had already taken the kids and moved to Mexico with her boyfriend. At least, that’s what the note said at the nearly empty apartment. Sure, lucky.

The rail car on the far end of the siding track had one door slid open, and it looked just like FDA food boxes. He decided it was worth the risk, and joined the small but growing crowd just outside the gate at the end of the pavement where the street ran into the yard. Maybe this time, he really was just a little bit lucky.

On the edge of his consciousness, something nibbled. How many guards did they have securing that open rail yard gate? Too many, it turned out. It wasn’t a total lie, because the boxcar with FDA boxes did hold food, and it was being handed out. But no one got to leave. He turned just in time to see the gate closed behind them. Someone stepped up with a bullhorn, as more armed guards formed a circle around the crowd. The bag of food would be enough for the long ride to a work camp, they were told.

They could climb quietly and orderly into the empty boxcars or be subdued. It took only three examples of dissenters trying to climb the fence to explain what “subdued” meant. Death by roadside bomb would have been better.

Regret.

A dozen times he could have made a different choice, but each time he took the wrong route. In just three months he went from wounded veteran shoved out the clinic door in a badly worn wheelchair, wounds hastily dressed and probably not all the shrapnel cleaned out. At least he was stitched up properly. He passed through three charity homes just before each one shut down, just missed out on several make-work jobs with room and board, got robbed of his chair, stayed too long in his old apartment building until it burned down… Yeah. Lucky.

No more. It didn’t matter any more. Something rose up within him.

He had been drafted for Iraq, and like other men who didn’t want to be there, didn’t believe in it, hated the whole thing, he obeyed orders just enough to keep from getting shot on the spot. That was a new, unpublicized means of dealing with the first wave of reluctant draftees. Unit commanders were permitted two rounds for any draftee who malingered. Fill out the paperwork, bury the body in country, and requisition another unwilling trooper. In spite of himself, he did learn the soldierly skills they tried to teach him.

No more regrets. From that moment on, he was a soldier again. He chuckled at the thought of fulfilling the old stupid ad campaign, “Army of One.”

They were headed to a work camp, and any operation involving that many people would inevitably leave gaps in security. Somewhere along the way, he would spot the vulnerability in the system, and fight back. He began visually scanning the rail car.

It wouldn’t matter if he died in the process. Anything was better than living in regret, a prison far worse than any slavery the government goons had planned for him.

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Best Audio CD Player on Lenny: Amarok

I love playing good classical music when I’m trying to think. Notice I don’t claim to actually succeed at thinking, but I do succeed at listening to music.

It works best if you can find something capable of doing it consistently. It seems different on every distro I try. So here we are on Debian Lenny AMD64, and the desktop is KDE. No GNOME stuff, thank you. With my favorite, Xine, it kept locking up. I also tried Kaffeine, but relying the Xine engine, it did the same thing. I also tried Mplayer/Kmplayer. That would skip and hesitate, as if it couldn’t buffer enough. Of course, Kscd has no sound at all, so that’s pointless.

Finally, I tried Amarok. Immediately it did all the things it was supposed to do, and played my CDs just dandy. It’s a keeper.

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