Friday, November 28, 2008

A Week In Boo


"Is it nap time yet?"

"Bonjour, je suis le moody, brown-eyed Boo..."


"'Ello, I am cheeky Cockney Boo. How's yer diddlin'?"


Paparazzi Boo - "Get that damned camera outta my face!"

This season, Continental Boo sports French pajamas, a chewy French giraffe and a one-of-a-kind, handmade 'Noah's Art' patchwork quilt from Grandmere.

Quiet week...

Sorry for the lack of posts. Work has been a bit crazy, with 'Black Friday' and 'Cyber Monday' approaching and so much stuff for finalize for both!

Then we've had Thanksgiving - the wonderful American holiday which celebrates the shivering pilgrims being rescued from starvation by some friendly native Americans. It's a uniquely North American feast (corn, yams, sweet potatoes and turkey) which is wonderfully secular. There's nothing religious to worry about, or presents to buy... It's just about food, family and being 'thankful' for everything we have.

Today is 'Black Friday,' which, if you're wondering, is the biggest sale day of the year in America. Stores across the country open their doors at 4am with ridiculously discounted 'doorbusters.' The 'black' in the Friday refers to how it's the first time in the financial year in which a retail store goes from 'in the red' (i.e. debt) to 'in the black' (i.e. making a profit.) Not to be confused with 'Black Monday' which is when the stock market crashed.

It can be just as deadly, though. Check this out.

'Cyber Monday' is a fairly new invention, but an important one nevertheless. Cyber Monday is the 'Internet-only' Black Friday, in which online stores across American experience their biggest sales.

Me? I'm personally enjoying NOT having to worry about shopping or sales, although unfortunately work is making us do 'store visits' to check how our products are doing out in the field.

"Well, you'd be surprised the amount of wear and tear that goes on out there in the field." James Bond (Sean Connery) Goldfinger, 1964

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Quantum of Solace

If you only watch the opening minutes of the latest Bond film, Quantum of Solace, you'd be forgiven for assuming that it's THE GREATEST JAMES BOND FILM OF ALL TIME.

Kicking off mid-way through a breathtaking car chase, which sees Daniel Craig fend off bad-guys and Italian carbinari in a gadget-free Aston Martin, before moving swiftly onto a rooftop chase in Sienna, during their famous palio, it's high octane thrills from the word 'go.'

But while the blistering pace continues from that point on, the quintessential qualities of a James Bond movie dry up - making Quantum of Solace, on the whole, more like a Jason Bourne style spy-thriller than anything resembling the James Bond franchise we've come to know and love.

Director Marc Forster is deliberately trying to steer the Daniel Craig-era movies away from what went before, but he wildly oversteps the mark by shedding some of the staples of the series. Gone are the gunsight opening credits. Bond, despite drinking a large quantity of them, never orders his martini 'shaken, not stirred.' There are no gadgets, barely any witticisms and Bond-girl Olga Kurylenko receives nothing but a rather chaste 'hard kiss on the mouth' in the final scenes.

Don't get me wrong - Quantum of Solace is, as far as action adventure movies go, blisteringly exciting and well made. It's just, instead of being 'all mouth and no trousers,' it's the other way around. There's so much action and so many thrills that the complex plot is pared down to the barest essentials and the exposition ends up being entirely inadequate, leaving us all one step behind Bond's deductions as he tracks the evil 'quantum' organization across the globe.

That got my goat as well - it's all very well to plunder the original Ian Fleming novels for inspiration, but taking such a completely unrelated story and concept and shoehorning the title into the script is pretty clear proof that neither Marc Forster nor producer Michael G. Wilson or even writers Neal Purvis, Robert Wade, Paul Haggis, and Joshua Zetumer really 'get' what Ian Fleming's James Bond is all about.

Only in the final moments of the movie, where James Bond finally tracks down the man he holds responsible for the death of Vesper Lynd, do we see a flash of the character Ian Fleming invented. As Daniel Craig stomps off sullenly, into the snow, he manages to communicate to all of us that we shouldn't worry.

The scriptwriters, producers and directors might not 'get' Bond - but he does. And, at the end of the day, that's what really matters.

Highlights:
  • Wrecking an Aston Martin during the opening moments.
  • Judi Dench is sublime as a fussy, motherly, but ultimately ruthless 'M'
  • Brutally realistic violence
  • Indulgent location filming in Sienna, Haiti, Bolivia and beyond
  • Daniel Craig, who keeps his 'Bond' persona pitch-perfect, despite script and direction conspiring against him.
Lowlights:
  • It's simply not a 'Bond' film
  • The plot zips from points 'A' to 'B', but bypasses 'C' and rushes straight to' Z' via '27.'
  • The fight scenes are great, but the action sequences are totally unbelievable.
  • It's all too fast paced - we need longer to take a breath between stylish, stunt-laden set pieces.
  • That awful theme, although not as bad in context, still remains a stunningly poor choice.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Les animaux de Grand Mere

We got a parcel from my Maman et Papa in France! In it was the most WONDERFUL puddle-duck my mother had made for Baby Boozer.

My mother has a wonderful talent for this sort of thing and her inventions are full of character.

Puddle Duck stands about ten inches tall. She's wearing kitty-dungarees and a dashing French bonnet.

The bonnet is velvet and SO typically French - it looks exactly like the bonnet of Liberty in that famous Delacroix painting during the French revolution.

Puddle Duck's kitty-dungarees are hemmed and waisted, but real clothing - not sewn into the body, so you can remove them should Puddle Duck find herself on one of the obligatory plages nudistes.

Puddle Duck's wings are lined with fabric with puddle-ducks on it!


I loved the bunched-up, plus-four style bottoms and Puddle Duck's magnificent flippers.

Also, a sidekick for Puddle Duck, was one of my mother's distinctive lapinous. French children tend to have a bunny as a first toy and their ears are traditionally long for biting, sucking, chewing and dragging along. Mother makes hers especially so, and her bunny's faces are very stern and serious looking. I think that's cute - and it's wonderful because there are no buttons or eyes for little people to bite off and swallow.

Gay Marriage

The wonderful Coffee Bean is preparing her thoughts on today's hottest topic, Gay Marriage (tomorrow's hottest topic will be French Onion Soup.)


I'd certainly head over and see what her blogging pals (myself included) have to say about it.

In the mean time, I have my own question:

Coming from Europe, and having lived in Paris and even having paid to go and see Brokeback Mountain (which was stunning for the scenery, a little bit squirmworthy for the sodomy) I really have no problems with gay people, gay marriage or whatever.

As long as it's behind closed doors between two consenting adults, I don't think anybody has the right to cast judgement. The decision to ban gay marriage in California is, as far as I'm concerned, just retarded.

But apparently, I'm (just barely) in the minority. So I ask this: What IS the problem with two consenting adults entering into a legally binding, monogamous relationship with all the rights and responsibilities of traditional marriage?

What's wrong with gay people getting married?

And I don't just want the tired old: "Oh, it undermines the sanctity of marriage" unless you're going to back it up with facts and examples or at least your thought process for saying that. The last person who made that claim admitted they were from a fatherless home themselves.


I mean, 'traditional marriage' is as dead as disco. Two out of three marriages ends in divorce anyway. It's all a farce unless you're in it for the long haul, straight OR gay. It's my fifth wedding anniversary tomorrow and, as far as I know, we're on our way to beating the odds.

So please, tell me: "What is wrong with gay marriage?" and, to channel my high school history teacher, Mr Tosh, please let's see the thought process behind why you feel that way.

There will be no poo-pooing, no scorn, no insults and no judgement from me. Just open minded curiosity. To my mind, it's all outlined in the Declaration of Independence:

"...all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

In Loving vs. Virginia, the Supreme Court of the United States decision that allowed interracial marriage, it was declared:

"Marriage is one of the "basic civil rights of man," fundamental to our very existence and survival.... To deny this fundamental freedom is surely to deprive all the State's citizens of liberty without due process of law. Under our Constitution, the freedom to marry, or not marry, resides with the individual and cannot be infringed by the State."

If you disagree with that, why?


Thursday, November 20, 2008

Operation: Gingermobile - Lincoln Continental Mark V (FAIL)


So the search for the next Gingermobile is still on - even though we've currently been surviving fine with just one car.

Top of the list? A car with elegant, powerful lines like the pimpin' Lincoln I bought when I moved to America. First choice? A Lincoln Continental Mark V.

I'd actually seen a few of these on craigslist for realistic prices.

A 77-79 Mark V featured a 6.6 litre V8 and the very epitome of luxury automotive styling and comfort. Of the 5,000 Mark V's made, most were 'designer' models with touches by designers like Givenchy and Cartier.

Not bad for $1000 off the Internet... Or so I thought, until I read this:

"The Mark V was tested by Germany's car magazine "Auto, Motor und Sport" in 1977 and to this day (2005) holds the record as the least fuel efficient car ever tested by them, averaging no more than 7 mpg and giving only an (extrapolated) 3.5 mpg under full acceleration."

Even for me, 7mpg is unacceptable.

Lincoln Continental Mark V? SO CLOSE - but no cigar.

Gingermobile Verdict? FAIL

Should we save the American motor industry?


Mustang Sally. Pink Cadillac. Hot Rod Lincoln.

Famous American songs about famous American cars.

Bugger the BMWs. Stuff the Saabs. Take your Toyotas and stick 'em where the Land of the Rising Sun don't shine. As far as the automobile is concerned, it's an all-American ensemble with mere guest appearances from Germany and Japan.

Or, at least, it was...

But right now, the last three American motor giants are teetering on the edge of self-destruction and the American taxpayer is stuck wondering if they're going to have to foot the bill to keep these dinosaurs going - or even if those companies can last long enough for that decision to be made.

After all, Republicans hate bailouts, the Democrats hate the motor industry and American customers would apparently prefer to buy their cars and trucks from Toyota than Ford. Nobody's going to decide in a hurry.

Has the era of Detroit Steel finally come to a close?

Well, it would be a tragedy if it did.

Don't get me wrong. I'm the first to admit that the American motor industry has nobody but itself to blame for their current woes.

Back in the 1970's, Roger Moore (in the Man with the Golden Gun) was on a mission to track down a solar generator 'Because oil reserves are running low.' Yet forty years later - FORTY YEARS - the big motor companies are continuing to churn out big, gas-guzzling trucks that wouldn't have looked out of place in the era of disco and platform shoes.

Only Roger could make this 'look' look good.

There's a reason Toyota is the Number #1 motor manufacturer in America. They produce cars that customers want. Ford, General Motors and Chrysler/Dodge have been gleefully churning out the same old shit for years seemingly oblivious to the fact that nobody buys them any more.

But what kind of world would it be without American cars?

I remember learning about the decline and death of the British motor industry and it was alarmingly similar to what's happening in America.

Britain used to have a wonderful car industry, producing sexy sports cars (MG and Triumph) and luxurious saloons (Jaguar and Woolsey) while delivering affordable family cars (Morris and Austin) and world-class luxury tourers (Rolls Royce and Bentley.)

The British Motor Industry: Then

But one by one, they all died out.

Because socialism was all the rage back in the 1960's, the government stepped in, first with the British Motor Corporation, which scooped up marques like Morris, Austin and MG, and then the 1970's era British Leyland, which added the rest. But by the early eighties, the British 'motor industry' was flogging re badged Hondas as 'The Triumph Acclaim' or the 'Austin Metro' and within a decade, even that disappeared off.

Rolls Royce and Bentley, for the first time since the 1930's, were separated. Volkswagen now make Bentleys. BMW make Rolls Royce. Land Rover and Aston Martin are made by Ford [Not any more - Editorial Bear] and Rover is in semi-existence somewhere in China. The rest? Ghosts, of a time long passed.

The British Motor Industry: Now

It's a tragedy.

And I don't see how the American car industry can do anything except go in the same direction.

After all, it's not just a matter of money. GM, Ford and Chrysler are shedding billions of dollars of capital each month, so a government handout would postpone the inevitable, at the very best.

It's a matter of ideas.

In order to become viable, the three American giants need to come up with a viable product they can afford to produce and consumers will pay for.

And even if they manage that, they'll have to do it better than Honda and Kia and Toyota.

The American government can lend the 'big three' as much money and support as they want - but unless they can give them a future - an idea - than no bailout is going to work. The great legacy of the American Motor Industry will be utterly doomed.

So I say the government gives motor industry more than a bailout cheque. They give them an ultimatum.

Here is 'X' billion dollars. In return for this, within ten years, we want a lean, sexy, full-loaded electric car for under $20,000 retail and with a 200 mile range available in motor dealerships nationwide. We want the new Model T. The new VW Beetle. The new Mini. The new it.

And if you fail to deliver, every board member will find themselves in jail until they've paid the taxpayer back. Bam!

Is anybody up to that challenge?

This is America. Scratch the surface and it's still cowboy country out here. Surely somebody has the guts to attempt the impossible.

After all, it's set to enter the marketplace in 2011 (if we're brave enough to let it...)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chevrolet_Volt

Baby's Nicknames and the Boo Boo Choo Choo song...

My, how they randomly spring up! You give them one name when they're born, but go through about a hundred different permuations in the following months.

In semi-chronological order, here are some of the ones we've come up with (in varying order of ridiculousness):



  • Little Man

  • Little Guy

  • Orro (My mother's excellent invention)

  • Orry (likewise, credit to Grandmere)

  • Boo

  • Boo Boo

  • Com Com (since the 'autospell' on my mobile phone writes 'Boo Boo' like this and it stuck.)

  • Baby Boo

  • Boocifer (especially recently, the little devil)

  • Boozer

  • Booshakalaka

  • Pancake (because he flips onto his back.)

  • Boo Boo the Choo Choo (after a song I sing him.)


Boo Boo the Choo Choo (Copyright Roly, Randomly Singing Stuff Productions 2008)

(Needs to be performed with him sitting on your lap, facing him. Grasp his hands in yours to make appropriate railway train motions.)

Chuff Chuff Chuff Chuff! (making train motions)
Chuff Chuff Chuff Chuff!
Chuff Chuff Chuff Chuff!
Choo!

(baby should be giggling insanely at this point.)

Chuff Chuff Chuff Chuff!
Chuff Chuff Chuff Chuff!
Chuff Chuff Chuff Chuff!
Choo!


Toooot toooot!
Goes the Choo Choo!
Toooot toooot!
Goes the Bell! (I know, I know, bells don't whistle. Sue me!)
Toooot toooot!
Goes the Railroad.
And it's always, never, quite the way as well.

Chugga-cha-chug! (with appropriate train motions)
Chugga-cha-chug!
Chugga-cha-chug!
Chooo!

Chugga-cha-chug!
Chugga-cha-chug!
Chugga-cha-chug!
Chooo!

(baby should be giggling insanely at this point.)

Toooot toooot!
Goes the whistle!
Toooot toooot!
Goes the train!

Toooot toooot!
Goes the Boo Boo!
And it's always, never ever, quite the same!


Start from beginning again until you get tired, baby falls asleep or Wife threatens to hit you with a frying pan if you don't shut the hell up.

Try not to randomly start singing it to yourself in the shower/car/supermarket.

American Education Week


We got free coffee and donuts at Baby Boozer's daycare this morning, in celebration of American Education Week, which "spotlights the importance of providing every child in America with a quality public education from kindergarten through college, and the need for everyone to do his or her part in making public schools great."

So I thought I'd do my bit and blog about something many Americans aren't aware of:

American public schools ARE pretty great.

Half a decade ago, I was running a summer program at the American University of Paris, working with American High School kids as they spent three or five weeks taking college-level classes in preparation for going away to university.

This gave me a unique opportunity to compare American teenagers with British ones - and I was always very impressed with the results.

American kids tended to be far advanced of their European peers in maths and science and many took classes (in things like business and law) which set them on a good path towards a real academic career at university (instead of doing fluffy 'media studies' like British kids wind up doing.)

To counter their strengths in practical subjects, we snobby Brits often accused American kids of being slightly less knowledgeable about history and humanities, but that wasn't really a fair assessment either.

American schoolkids might not have studied Romeo and Juliet, but they had read the great American novels, like To Kill a Mockingbird, On the Road and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

They might not have known who the president of the European Union was, but they knew the capitol of Nebraska and could name all fifty states (most Brits struggle to name the EU member states, of which there are half as many.)

Likewise, American kids might have only had a basic knowledge of Henry VIII and the French Revolution - but they did have an almost encyclopedic knowledge of American history, such as the founding fathers, the Civil War and the scope and meaning of the Declaration of Independence and Bill of Rights.

Many Europeans, myself included, judged American kids by their knowledge of European things. It's important to remember than the United States matches the size and complexity of the European Union and in many respects, the average American teenager knows their home territory better than European kids know theirs.

But what impressed me most about American kids was their confidence and curiousity. Sure, I had my fill of the 'duh, like, totally, what-EVAH' moments, but for the most part, I found I could talk to American teenager like young adults, whereas British and French kids tended to be, well, kids.

Almost all of the students who attended this summer program went to American Public Schools and if they were a fair example of the level of education kids in America get 'for free,' than I think the United States has a lot to be proud of.

Right now, there's so much debate about what's right and wrong to teach kids. Non-explicit sex education. Intelligent design. Prayer and religion in the classroom. I find it deeply troubling because the American kids I know are open minded, bright and offered me a vision of a country crammed full of potential. We must do everything we can to preserve that.

It's an inescapable truth that each generation of a civilised society becomes increasingly more liberal - but they also become smarter and better than their parents. Let's not let people try to cram a lid on that development.

Forgetting the politics, remember that American kids offer this nation it's future and we need to do everything we can to encourage them to make it a bright one, full of learning, rationality, openness and humanity.

If you have or know school-aged kids, make sure you take a moment during American Education Week to pat them on the back and say: "Good job."

They've earned it.


Tuesday, November 18, 2008

'10 Books That Screwed Up the World: And 5 Others That Didn't Help' by Benjamin Wiker, Ph.D

Despite an interesting premise, with ‘10 Books That Screwed Up the World’, Doctor Wiker ultimately falls foul of his own double standards.

It’s a bold challenge Doctor Wiker makes with ‘10 Books That Screwed Up the World: And 5 Others That Didn't Help.’

He argues that some of the most infamous literature in history has become so ingrained in modern culture that people have accepted the ‘concept’ of these books without actually reading or contesting the original material.

These commonly accepted, yet half-understood ‘truths,’ he contends, are what’s responsible for promoting our materialistic, Godless and sexually promiscuous culture – of ‘screwing up’ the world, as he puts it.

But despite coming up with a fascinating premise for his book, Doctor Wiker sets off down the wrong path from step one – illustrating that the 10 books he’s highlighted haven’t so much ‘screwed up’ the world – just ‘the world’ as he believes it should be.

It’s clear Doctor Wiker is promoting an agenda simply by reading the list of the ten works be believes ‘Screwed Up the World.’ There are some logical choices there, like Hitler’s ‘Mein Kampf.’ However, the rest reads like a Conservative shit-list, encompassing Charles Darwin, Karl Marx, Alfred Kinsey and Friedrich Nietzsche.

Taking into account Ben Wiker’s previous books, like “Answering the New Atheism: Dismantling Dawkins’ Case Against God,” and “Moral Darwinism,” it’s fair to suggest that Doctor Wiker reached his condemning conclusions about ‘the worst books ever written’ before even bothering to examine them.

That much is clear in the attacks he makes: With Descartes' ‘Discourse on the Method,’ for example, Doctor Wiker’s own theological beliefs become so entangled in his quarrel with Descarte’s ontological argument that his conclusion winds up being utterly subjective and unconvincing.

Similarly, his interpretation of ‘The Descent of Man’ attempts to bulldoze Darwinism into the role of the founder of the Eugenics movement, despite the fact that Darwin himself argued in that very book against the idea of using Darwinian methods in civilized human society.

Margaret Mead and Alfred Kinsey, perhaps the mother and father of the ‘sexual revolution’, are demonized for popularizing the study of human sexuality and breaking down the boundaries of traditional (in Wiker’s case, read ‘Christian’) morality. His evaluation of ‘The Communist Manifesto’ is clearly colored by the supposed ‘evils’ of socialism once popularized by McCarthy.

From start to finish, Doctor Wiker’s evaluation of these ’10 books’ originates from such a rigid and inflexible position that it makes his arguments and conclusions somewhat blithe. For readers coming from a similarly Conservative, Christian standpoint, they might find a lot they agree with in Doctor Wicker’s appraisals of the ‘ten worst books.’ For everybody else, you’ll have to make several leaps of faith just to keep up with his ‘logic.’

I think Thomas E. Woods sums up the intended audience of ’10 Books That Screwed Up the World’ best with his quote on the back cover: “Benjamin Wiker has read the worst books in Western civilization so you don't have to.”

It’s the ‘…so you don’t have to’ which sums it all up. If you’ve already reached your conclusion about the evils of books like The Descent of Man and the Kinsey Report, ideally without reading them, you’ll find '10 Books’ to be well written and comforting, agreeing with everything you believe you know about these ‘terrible works.’

If you’ve got a slightly more open mind, however, you’ll find Doctor Wiker’s appraisal of these books to be shamelessly one-sided and his conclusions less than watertight.

We Apologise for the Delay in Service


My father once told me the difference between 'a cold' and 'the flu' was £50.

Stick a £50 note in the middle of a field next to your house (I grew up on a farm, so this wasn't such a ridiculous premise as it appears.)

If you have a cold, you're willing to get out of bed to get the £50. If you have the flu, you're not.

I never understood that until this weekend.

I don't know if it was the flu, or food poisoning or whatever, but I got taken for a Burton this weekend (I even called in sick on Monday, which I never do) and today, it was my wife's turn. So far, Baby Boo seems to be safe (we suspect he might have given it to us in the first place) so hopefully we're over the worst of it.

I'm still not 100% (I'm off my rations and my rum) but feeling soooo much better than I was...

Friday, November 14, 2008

Who Am I? The Answer!

I'll admit, I tried to lead you all down the garden fence with yesterday's competition - but I'm still surprised nobody got it.

The answer wasn't Barack Obama, despite the similarities with the quotes and policies I highlighted.

The answer to 'Who Am I?' is actually 31st President of the United States: Herbert Clark Hoover.


For a guy who's been dead for almost half a century, old 'Wonder Boy' Hoover has been getting a lot of column inches in the press recently: I'm not the only one who sees spooky similarities between his stratospheric rise to power and the career of modern wunderkind Barack Obama.

The criticisms Hoover's detractors made against him are also awkwardly similar to the attacks conservatives are currently making against Obama.

"There could not a be a finer candidate for President." So said Democrat Franklin D. Roosevelt, of the brilliant Hoover when he considered running for office in 1919. In the end, though, Hoover rejected joining the Democrat party, admitting he "couldn't run for a party whose only member in his boyhood home had been the town drunk."

Herbert Hoover became a registered Republican (although not above ditching the party for political expediency) but certainly didn't act like one, if you'd judge him by today's standards.

Hoover believed that government had a role in everything - and he had a role in just about every government department. The last president to have ever held a cabinet position before his election, the bossy, opinionated and forceful Hoover, pre-White House, defined his position as; "the Secretary of Commerce... and Under-Secretary of Everything Else."

He was a brilliant man with a forceful personality and when he finally ran for election, on the 1928 Republican ticket, his popularity was similar to Obama's in the 2008 election.

For example, if you think the media was biased towards Obama, think what rival Frank Lowden thought whenever he opened a newspaper: "They're full of of nothing but advertisements for Herbert Hoover."

Back in 1928, the south was as politically itinerant as always - but favored the Democrats (what had been the pro-slavery party) instead of today's Republicans. Hoover performed astonishing 'Obama-like' upsets by winning traditionally Democratic states like Florida, North Carolina, Virginia, Texas and Tennessee.

When he entered the White House after his triumphant victory, he boasted: "We in America today are nearer to the final triumph over poverty than ever before in the history of any land."

He said that just months before the Great Depression.

Hoover's Failure. Obama's Opportunity.

The reason so many people spot similarities between Herbert Hoover and Barack Obama is because they both found themselves facing the greatest economic crisis in their generation's history. It was Hoover's greatest failure. Conservatives today warn that Obama could follow in his footsteps.

Herbert Hoover's attempts to stop to U.S. economy circling the toilet-bowl included slapping tariffs on imported goods - which slewed exports to a halt and crippled the economy still further.

Then, as employment reached nearly 25% and the government found itself practically bankrupt, Hoover attempted to rescue the budget by overturning his treasury's popular tax cuts: That sent the top-level of taxation to an almost unprecedented peace-time rate of 73%.

Hoover matched these tax hikes with an explosion of spending, which Franklin D. Roosevelt described as "reckless and extravagant." The 1932 Emergency Relief and Construction Act attempted to ease unemployment by providing construction jobs, building public works across the country. In fact, all it did was contract the economy still further.

Modern-day Republicans might find it astonishing that one of their party is so famous for spending and taxing too much, increasing national debt, raising tariffs and blocking trade, as well as placing millions on the government payroll. Conservatives attack Obama with the same accusations levelled at Hoover, such as Roosevelt's would-be Vice President accusing Hoover of "leading the country down the path of socialism."

In fact, Franklin D. Roosevelt would surpass all of Hoover's government intervention when he lead America out of the Great Depression - and the foundations of The New Deal were laid firmly during Herbert Hoover's administration.

Roosevelt quietly proved that Hoover's greatest failing wasn't in spending too much government money in order to help the economy recover. It wasn't spending nearly enough.

Nevertheless, with 25% unemployment and nationwide poverty serving as the backdrop to the 1932 election, it was unsurprising that Hoover lost. When Franklin D. Roosevelt took the oath of office, Herbert Clark Hoover was generally considered; "the most hated man in America."

So here we are, 76 years later. In many ways, the script is the same, just with different actors taking the lead roles. George W. Bush is leaving office with dismal approval ratings and a legacy of Free Market Economics gone sour. As Barack Obama steps in to fill his shoes, it'll be up to him whether he's going to follow the route Herbert Hoover took, or emulate the legendary success of Franklin D. Roosevelt.


It's moments like these that make me so glad to have studied and maintained an interest in history. Liberal or conservative, I think it's always important to remember the words of poet and philosopher George Santayana:

'Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.'

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Who Am I?


This politician has been mentioned an AWFUL lot recently. Can you guess who he is?

  • One former president said of him: "There could not a be a finer candidate for President."
  • New York Times named him amongst the "Ten Most Important Living Americans."
  • To his critics, he is "Wonder Boy."
  • His political career has seen him spearhead a campaign to promote home ownership amongst lower income families and he has promised unprecedented influence of African-Americans upon being elected president.
  • He came up with plans to end popular tax cuts by the previous administration.
  • He's been accused of "reckless and extravagant" spending plans and "leading the country down the path of socialism."

Who could I possibly be talking about? Answers in the comments section, please, and all commentor's will be entered into my Christmas Competition (since only five people entered the original one!)

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Big Sexy Brain Award

Awards on the Internet are like gold stars in school - the people handing them out aren't necessarily qualified to do so, but it doesn't stop them being really, really awesome to get...

So for that reason, I've decided to award the five smexiest (smart + sexy) blogs on my Blogroll with a We Love Your Big Sexy Brain award.

To qualify for this award, all you have to do is have a big, sexy, pulsating lump of grey matter between your ears - and stimulate ours when we read your blog.

Because Smart = Sexy. Just like a girl who owns her own Harley Davidson, a smart blogger is HOT even if she isn't necessarily hot.

Smexiest Blogs on my Blogroll:

(Un)scripted Sexuality: Sasha was probably the person I originally envisioned this award for, since she's definitely one of the smexiest bloggers out there - and stands head, shoulders and big, ol' sexy brain above her peers in the 'blogs about sexuality and stuff' category.

After all, if you're looking for the worst of the blogosphere, you'll normally find it amongst the blogs about sexuality. All the normal failings of a bad blogger - like infrequent updates, tedious posts and dreary self involvement - are amplified when that particular blogger thinks they're 'edgy' and 'sexy' because they use the word 'fuck' a lot.

Sasha's blog, on the other hand, is sweet and earnest and incredibly thought provoking. Plus it's the smexiest thing of all; interesting. Right now she's studying abroad and it's fascinating reading about her experiences of life in another country - especially since I've made a simultaneous journey in the opposite direction.

So head on over to Sasha's blog. Just be aware that it's kind of adult focused.

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Jo's Haunted Eyeball: I actually know Jo in real life and she's pretty damn smexy in the flesh, too (totally has the Naomi Watts thing from Tank Girl going on) so it's no surprise that her blog really stimulates the old synapses. She writes movie and TV reviews - and they're awesome.

Jo runs the gamut from geeky goddess to cynical critic and whatever your taste in films or movies, you're sure to find her reviewing something that interests you. Her reviews are hysterical, wildly entertaining and just plain smart, so she totally deserves a We Love Your Big Sexy Brain Award.

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The Uneducated Housewife's Guide to Politics: Coffee Bean is a clean living, conservative Christian, so might not be entirely comfortable with the idea of me celebrating her charismatic cranium with a Big Sexy Brain Award.

However, her Uneducated Housewife's Guide was one of the most active and stimulating blogs leading up to the election, in which she pitted libertarian, Democrat, Republican and Conservative against each other to chew up the issues that affected us the most.

What makes Coffee Bean smexy is that she breaks the conservative stereotype and thinks for herself. Both her Uneducated Housewife blog, and her day-to-day blog, are filled with intelligent, thoughtful ponderings in which she does something the hardcore liberals and conservatives are unwilling to do - admit that she doesn't know all the answers. Coffee Bean is an example to all of us and that humbling fact makes her very smexy indeed.

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Pandora Blake: Pandora's blog is definitely adult orientated - in fact, it's about spanking. That being said, she balances the line between saucy and smutty perfectly, so most people would find her blog no more offensive a good Carry On film.

Pandora earns the label 'smexy' because she writes thought-provoking posts as well as sexy ones. Her blog reminds me of classic Playboys from the 1960s: Sure, the pictures are nice - but have you read the articles, too?

From sexuality to psychology, touching on censorship, politics and her personal life, Pandora writes an incredibly intelligent, articulate blog that just happens to have lots of naughty pictures on it! Plus, some excellent examples of her artistic talents, too.

So a well deserved award for her - but be warned: Pandora's blog, despite being no more explicit than a night at the Moulin Rouge, should definitely be considered Not Safe For Work.

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Finally, we come to The Chemist and his Chemical Journey. I know he's a guy, but in accordance with the Captain Jack Harkness Principle, I'm confident enough in myself to admit that he's got a big, ol' sexy brain. In fact, The Chemist is quite extraordinarily well-endowed (brain wise, that is.)

His blog is about chemistry - which he manages to make far smexier than you might imagine. However, he also throws in some pretty inspired posts about politics and the odd laugh-out-loud adventure from his personal life. Definitely a man I'd want on my university challenge team.

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So there we have it - the five smartest, sexiest, smexiest blogs from my blogroll - oh, and don't worry, winners. Unlike most Internet awards, I don't feel compelled to ask you to find five friends and 'pass it on.' After all, that would dilute your smexiness.

Each and every one of you - your well deserved award is below:

Monday, November 10, 2008

Where did the Gingermobile go?


Batman had the Batmobile, the Lone Ranger had Silver and even Shrek had Donkey - so, just recently, people have been asking why I've removed my little sidebar about The Gingermobile.

Well, folks, the Gingermobile is no more.

That's to say, the car is fine. It's now the powerful chariot of a very pretty girl from Mercer County. But since she's a honey blond at best, my 1985 Pontiac Firebird no longer has the right to be called The Gingermobile. In fact, nothing does.

You heard correct: Il n'y a plus de Gingermobile.

Friends, there comes a time in a man's life when a gas-guzzling, two-seater sports car is apparently no longer an appropriate means of transport for a loving husband with a small, bouncy baby. So even though it broke my heart, I sold my beloved dream car to young couple who would no doubt enjoy it much more than I could.


When I was eighteen, I was driving the original Gingermobile - a '78 Triumph TR7 - and it was the bee's knees, the mutt's nuts and the cat's pajamas all rolled into one. Hopefully, the young couple I sold it to think exactly the same of my lovely car.

But like the passing of a beloved pet, it's not easy to fill the absence left by a heroic steed. I've been thinking long and hard about whether or not I even need a new Gingermobile - and, if I did, what that Gingermobile would be.

I can confirm only the following:

  1. It will be red.
  2. It will be fast.
  3. It will make people stop and scratch their heads.
  4. It will be wildly impractical.
  5. It will predate 1990.
  6. It will drink gasoline like it was going out of fashion.
  7. It will be all those things and yet, somehow, more...

Currently, my eye is turning to my original American chariot, the pimpin' Lincoln of former New Jersey Governor Jim 'Friday Night Special' McGreevey himself.

That rampant red roadster, made famous by a mention on Playboy Radio's breakfast show, turned so many heads, I had to have a chiropractor on retainer (try her, she's the best in New York.)


With seating for six, trunk-space for golf clubs, suitcases and at least two dead bodies, plus square good looks like I used to have (before I was introduced to American-style meatloaf) the old 80s Lincoln Town Car personified the most grown-up aspects of my wildly immature car buying tastes.

Perhaps The Gingermobile will ride again - and perhaps, that's an indication of what it might look like...



Christmas Competition

Just a reminder about my Christmas Competition - head on over to this post, Congratulations Governor, and leave a comment to stand a chance to win.

The competition's pretty thought provoking. If you were a State Governor, how would you tackle issues like abortion, gay rights and the death penalty? Especially when all three became entangled in the same bill of law?

Your opinion is eagerly awaited! Go and have a look now!

Sunday, November 09, 2008

8 year-old guns down family...

ST. JOHNS, Ariz. – People in this small, tight-knit community are reeling from the killing of a well-liked man police say was shot by his own 8-year-old son. Full story here.

I know, I know. The damn liberals would probably interpret this in some crazy way, like home gun ownership is irresponsible, or some such. But if we're going to ban guns, why not ban toasters or [insert mundane kitchen appliance here.] After all, a 9 year-old murdered his entire class last week armed with nothing but a curling iron and a copy of Playboy*.

America is about FREEDOM. So let's fight for the FREEDOM to own guns. Then we can concentrate on our other apparently 'American' freedoms, like censoring adult content, enforcing religion in school and preventing gay people from getting married.

* 9 year old boy? With a curling iron? Clearly gay. And a copy of Playboy? Clearly led astray by the evils of cheesecake, soft-core pornography. Who is the real victim here? Good Christian morality, my friends.

Loyalty...

I've written lots about my concerns about children and religion - but somebody pointed out that there's something far more important that children are introduced to at an early age in America.

Team loyalty.

In many ways, the process of finding your designated religion and your chosen NFL team are very similar. Just like most people from the Middle East wind up Muslim and most people from India wind up Hindu, most Americans end up supporting an NFL team purely because of geographic location.

For example, in New York, it's a choice between The New York Giants and The New York Jets.

But when it comes to choosing between the two... Well, then it gets tough. It's like deciding whether to be a Catholic or a Protestant.

For most people, you follow the same route you did with religion and join the same denomination as your family. For others, though, there are more important spiritual considerations to.. erm... consider.

I mean, do you support The Giants because of their astonishing Superbowl win earlier this year?

Or do you support The Jets, because they recently recruited legendary quarterback Brett Favre to their team?

Or do you, like most people, pick between the two based on the color of their uniforms (clear win for The Jets here, since they sport something close to British Racing Green.)

In the end, though, the NFL team one supports is as personal a choice as one's religion. That's why I left it up to Martin to decide for himself. And this was his answer:

"Jets? Sure, I'm a fan of The Jets. I like the Boeing 747 especially."

Saturday, November 08, 2008

One Salient Oversight


Coffee Bean directed readers towards this post, by evangelical Christian One Salient Oversight, asking the question: "What's driving American evangelicalism?"

"Being an evangelical seems to be getting harder by the day," he admits. "Not because I somehow think that there's evil ungodly atheists or Darwinists out there who are going to destroy the world - they're hardly going to do much anyway. No; what makes it hard being an evangelical these days is the actions of other evangelicals."

I've been bickering, as normal, with a conservative pal of mine about Christianity and the recent election and my point - that the Bush-bumper sticker crew is more concerned with pushing their own political agenda than God's - seems to be shared by OSO.

It turns out, you don't need to be a Godless, Atheist heathen like me to feel that way.

Read the post here.

Friday, November 07, 2008

NaNoWriMo 2008

Holy Page Turner!

This time last year, I was struggling to even come up with an idea for my NaNoWriMo novel - which I had to pen 50,000 words of in just 30 days.

In the end, I flunked out, starting several books, but even combined, writing less than 25,000 words.

Amazingly, even though I'd said I wasn't going to even participate this year, I've managed to go ahead and bust 25,000 words out - over half the challenge - in just seven days. On a book I hadn't even dreamed up until the morning the challenge started.

It's not a book I'd EVER let friends or family read, since it's of an.. ahem... 'erotic' nature. But it's a lot of fun. I was inspired by those old Fighting Fantasy and Choose Your Own Adventure books, so in The Reluctant Nymphomaniac, you take control over the action and guide our heroine through some very steamy misadventures.

Writing a Choose Your Own Adventure takes planning and plotting - but I'm doing okay so far. Maybe I'll even win this year - despite my best efforts!

What would YOU do? A Competition!

Inspired by the likes of Essin' Em and Coffee Bean, who give away stuff on their website, I am going to be running a Christmas competition!

To enter this competition, all you need to do is leave a comment on this post. Every single verifiable comment made on or before December 15th will be thrown into a hat and the winner picked on December 11th. The lucky victor will receive a signed copy of (God, I'm such a self-publicist) my exciting novel Bootleg Boys.

Every comment counts as an entry, just as long as I can get in contact with the commenter and it's not spam (i.e. flogging Viagra or penis enlargement or whatever.) It can be answering my question, or responding to somebody else's answer.

I can't wait to hear your answers. Now on with the competition:


Congratulations, Governor!

Due to rampant statewide voter registration fraud by ACORN, you have inexplicably been elected Governor of the 51st American State (you know, 'The Imaginary State.')

This beautiful northeastern state boasts both a rich rural economy and a bustling city center, with several major American corporations and factories headquartered in the capital, Nixon.

The population is uniquely moderate, making your state one of the prime 'swing states' and leaving your legislative houses deadlocked between Democrat and Republican.

Your state animal is the Spotted Ass and your State Flower is the Daffodil. Last year, only three tourists were eaten by bears or kidnapped and tortured by inbred hillsmen, so all in all, things are looking pretty good!

While the state supreme court sorts out who's REALLY Governor, you have been left in charge. Please examine the questions below and then leave a comment about what YOU would do.

1: The Bipartisan Bill

With a deadlocked house, both liberals and conservatives fight to get their agendas across. That's why, in an almost unheard of move, backbenchers from both parties have united and put together the 'Bipartisan Bill for Social Justice' for presentation to the house.

With your backing and support, it's likely that this bill would get passed into law. On the other hand, you also wield the 'veto' pen (and it's a very nice Mont Blanc.) You can't make any amendments to this bill. You can either help it become law, or kill it.

The Bipartisan Bill for Social Justice

This bill comprises three amendments to the state constitution:
  1. The immediate statewide ban and subsequent illegality of all abortions, except in the case of rape and/or incest, or when the mother's life is in jeopardy.
  2. The immediate recognition all all same-sex marriages, granting exactly the same rights, responsibilities and duties of a traditional marriage between man and woman.
  3. The immediate and permanent discontinuance of Capital Punishment across the state, with the sentence of all death-row inmates to be commuted to life imprisonment without possibility of parole.

Would you help this bill become law? Or veto it?

2: The Statewide Project to Reduce Abortion

Both Democrats and Republicans wish to reduce the number of abortions performed in our great state. For that reason, a group of liberal Democrats and conservative Republicans have both formulated strategies to tackle the abortion issue statewide. As Governor, you are expected to get fully behind one particular strategy, but can't amend or alter the initiatives in any way. Which one would it be?

The Democratic Project for the Reduction of Abortion

The Democrats wish to spend tens of millions of dollars in explicit sex-education programs in school, promoting abstinence, safe-sex and the responsible use of birth control.

In addition, they wish to launch several expensive family planning initiatives, which include giving out free condoms and birth control in low-income areas and allowing teenagers and minors to receive free birth control without the doctor informing their parents.

They would also role out dramatic welfare programs to encourage low-income families and single women to keep their babies, or assist them with giving their newborns up for adoption by encouraging adoption and fostering, including amongst unmarried couples and single gay people or same-sex couples.

Your trusted advisers estimate that the Democratic project would be successful in reducing abortions in your state by as much as 35% over the course of the next three years. However, this project would cost the state millions of dollars and decrease the average age of teenagers starting sexual activity from 17 to 16.

The Republican Project for Life

The Republicans wish to make a constitutional amendment recognizing that life begins at the moment of conception, thereby making any and all abortions across the state illegal.

Your trusted advisers warn that this project would only eliminate abortions statistically, as hospitals and clinics would no longer record the number of abortions performed.

In fact, your advisers suggest that in combining the numbers of illegal abortions and those now performed out-of-state, the project could eliminate abortions by state residents as little as 15%. You will never know for sure.

In addition, they estimate it would see 1000 people jailed for involvement in illegal abortions over the course of the next few years and at least 50 deaths as a result of badly performed, unregulated 'backstreet' abortions. However, it would be very cost effective in comparison to the Democrat's plan.

ONLY YOU CAN DECIDE!

Just leave your comments below on or before December 10th and, if you're picked from the hat, you'll receive a copy of Bootleg Boys, signed, personalized and mailed out anywhere in the world (but not guaranteed to arrive before Christmas if you live somewhere stupid.)

Bootleg Boys

by Roland Hulme

When it comes to doing business with bootleggers, Adventure Eddy soon discovers that breaking deals comes as naturally to them as breaking import regulations.

So when unscrupulous smuggler Joe Jenkins stiffs him as badly as he’s stiffed Customs & Excise, Eddy decides it’s time to take back what he’s owed.

But swindling a swindler isn’t as simple as it sounds – and the local police are getting increasingly suspicious.

Teaming up with a murderous ex-girlfriend, a scheming stripper and an underhanded attorney, Adventure Eddy embarks on his most ambitious exploit to date.

It’ll take daredevil driving, split-second timing and nerves of steel – but at the end of the day, that’s what being one of the Bootleg Boys is all about.