They still HAVE busing????

From Chad Rogers’ Dead Pelican comes this story:

Plan to end forced busing blasted
Racism alleged at tense board hearing
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
By Barri Bronston

An overflow crowd of mostly African-American parents, clergy, politicians and teachers packed a town hall meeting in Kenner Monday night to voice outrage and suspicions about a proposal by a Jefferson Parish School Board member to end forced busing and return to neighborhood schools.

Protesters said the proposal by board member Ellen Kovach is nothing more than a veiled, racist attempt to separate black students from white students. They vowed to fight it with as many people and resources as they can muster.

“I distrust your motives, and I distrust the motives of the board,” said Martha Jean Williams, one of more than a dozen speakers who blasted Kovach and her attempt to free the board of 1971 desegregation order. “And I will not sit here and let you get away with this. It is not in the best interest of our children for them to be segregated.”

1971? They’re talking about a court order dated 1971? School districts fighting for every dime they spend. Teachers crying for pay raises. Tet scores plummeting and teachers asking for more parental involvement. And we’re still paying for buses to haul kids to schools far outside their neighborhoods?

The Rev. Joseph Walker of Second Highway Baptist Church of Marrero described Kovach as “David Duke with a dress” and called on the board “not to put this mess to sleep but to kill it.”

REv. Walker, if you can’t argue your point with facts and logic, then resort to calling names. That always serves to keep discussions at a highly mature level.

Kovach, a first-year board member, proposed her plan for a neighborhood-based school system in August, saying it is not racially motivated but an attempt to send students to schools closest to their homes. The plan, she said, would shorten the time students spend on buses and improve parents’ access to their children’s schools.

Oh, no! We don’t want those little brats home any sooner than they have to be.

“Neighborhood-based school system”? That implies that a parent would actually take the initiative to show up at a school. These people aren’t talking about themselves being active in their kids’ schools. They’re talking about YOU being active in their kids’ schools. It’s not a matter of funding. State law sees that all schools are funded at a very satisfactory (to anybody but a “professional educator”) level, no matter where the school is located within a district.

The proposal, which would affect about 1,000 of the system’s 42,000 students, met with an angry backlash, prompting Kovach to table the matter to give residents a forum for expressing their views. A second public hearing is scheduled Wednesday at 5 p.m. at the Jefferson Parish Council Chambers, 200 Derbigny St., Gretna. The board is scheduled to vote on the proposal Nov. 7.

We’re not talking “equal treatment” here. We’re talking preferential treatment. Of course, “if it helps just ONE child…”

Monday night’s hearing followed an hourlong protest organized by the Rev. Byron Clay, regional vice president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, a civil rights group co-founded by the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. in 1957.

More than two dozen protesters carried photographs of King and chanted hymns such as “We Shall Overcome.” They then moved into the meeting room, which by the start of the hearing had filled to overflow with more than 200 people.

Apparently Rev. Clay of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference has been worried that he’s not getting enough “face time”.

Note the obligatory references to Dr. Martin Luther King. They wave his picture around like a bunch of jihadis waving pictures of the ayatollah of the week and sing protest songs, trying to relive the glory days of the struggle. “Content of their charcter” has nothing to do with this bunch.

Mrs. Kovach speaks:

“I know this is a sensitive issue with a painful past,” she said, “but I hope you will open your minds to the facts because if you do, you will see that this is in no way, shape or form an attempt to resegregate our schools and there is no racist intent driving this motion.”

She said she has studied the demographics of the school system as of Sept. 1 and believes the schools will continue to be diverse if her proposal passes, changing by only 2 or 3 percent. She added that some schools will actually become more diverse without forced busing.

There you go. She’s made the mistake of trying to make sense, to present a bit of logic. These protesters want nothing of logic. They “know” that busing is their right, a way to equality, and they don’t want to actually improve anything…

Barnes accused Kovach of using the African-American community to advance her own political agenda and said she will do everything in her power to defeat the plan. She told Kovach to “get her facts straight” when Kovach accused her of refusing to educate herself on how the proposal could be beneficial to black students.

Barnes, Clay and other opponents said they don’t see anything redeeming in the plan. “It is ill-timed, it is insulting, it is racially insensitive and it is suspicious,” Clay said. “That’s why it is important that we dramatize and protest. We have a moral obligation to take a stand.”

And so there you have it. Thirty-five years of forced busing by Federal court order. It hasn’t measurably improved things. But it’s important because we say it’s important. So you just live with it. Oh, and keep paying. And when test scores aren’t up to par, and the schools still can’t graduate our kids with a high school diploma and an eighth grade education, we’ll all get together and wave pictures and sing more songs and see if we can’t get another Federal court order to make things even better…

During the earlier protest, Clay vowed to draw national attention to the proposal if it passes. “We will not let this issue go away.”

I wonder how many more of these court orders are still in place?

Another day, another trip….

Three hundred sixty miles on the odometer today. That’s round trip from home to Cypress, Texas.

The task calling for this shuttle was the scheduled function testing of the controls for our new power equipment. We got half of that done. Function testing? You check to see if the handle that opens and closes the breaker actually opens and closes the breaker. You check to see if whatever’s supposed to trip the breaker actually trips the breaker. You check to see if devices that close the breaker from remote locations actually do so. We have a contractor to do that. I used to do it. Today I watched somebody else do it.

We had three breakers to test. We got one completed. The other two are on hold pending some modifications to their control circuit. The engineer who specified the design of that equipment states that he told the manufacturer what **I** said should be included in the control function, but they did something else. Now I’m going to pay another company $85 an hour to let their technician make it right, and then the electrical contractor is going to back-charge the manufacturer. Would’ve been a lot cheaper to have done it correctly in the first place. What they actually did makes no sense to anyone who is conversant in the conventions of power distribution.

That means that the job I should have been finished with today is going to require yet another trip.

I took some pictures.
Continue reading Another day, another trip….

Pardon me for running late…

I saw this video on various blogs, and it’s impressed me enough that I want to share it with you if you haven’t seen it:

This is Beccy Cole. I’m not a big fan of country music these days, and to try to classify this young pretty little Australian girl as a country singer is in my thinking, a bit of a stretch, but that’s how she’s tagged. I don’t care. Her song is beautifully written, and it’s sung with with a plaintive tone and a pleasant voice.

She did a “reverse Dixie Chick” and went to visit her Australian soldiers, “diggers” at war “on the wrong side of the world”. Apparently a “fan” castigated her and claimed to take her poster off the wall. She sings:

“and the digger fights for freedom,
in a job that must be done.
And I let go of his hand so proud to be Australian.

And if unlike me you feel no pride at all,
then go ahead and take me off your wall.

Because I prefer to be a poster girl on the wrong side of the world.”

I’d trade a million Dixie Chicks, Jane Fondas, Barbra Streisands, and the whole bunch of the Hollyweird Left, the limousine liberals and every dimmocrat vote-sucker pandering to the useless dregs of our society for his re-election, just for one little girl like this, who shook hands with her country’s soldiers and came off feeling proud for her country.

The lifeboat’s the wrong color…

From Chad Rogers’ Dead Pelican comes the link to this story:

Lee drops idea of targeting black men in high crime areas

09:11 AM CDT on Friday, October 27, 2006

Ben Lemoine / Eyewitness News Reporter

Jefferson Parish Sheriff Harry Lee said he is abandoning an idea he had to stop and possibly search young black men in high crime neighborhoods after complaints from the NAACP.

“It’s history,� said Lee in an interview with WWL radio Friday morning. “I’m not thinking about it any more.�

Now, I know you all are thinking that this is one of those EVIIIILLLLL southern sheriffs, but there’s a problem with that: Harry Lee is of Chinese ancestry.

And why is he even thinking of going after those black youths?

In an interview on WWL-TV Thursday night, Lee said the main reason behind the escalating murder rate in Jefferson Parish is black on black crime involving drugs.

He said that the overwhelming majority of victims of the murders in Jefferson Parish this year have been black, as have the majority of the suspects.

Yep! The murder rate in his area of responsibility is, in his estimate, rather high. No, make that alarmingly high. And being as how he sees the requirement of his office is to fight crime, of which murder is one, he’s going after it. And, being a thinking member of the human race and feeling responsible for getting the biggest bang for the taxpayer buck, he heads straight to the source of the statistics.

“The white community is not the problem. The black community is the problem,� said Lee. “I think in the last few months now, the black community is recognizing it, and they’re willing to say, the sheriff is right. The problem is in the black community and we have to start doing things differently than we did in the past.�

Lee said that he wanted to confront groups of young black males congregating in the high crime areas, search them and possibly do background checks.

Of course, that’s not a smart thing to do in the politically charged climate of the black community.

Local NAACP chief Dannatus King, whose organization accompanied Lee on a recent trip to Boston to look at their crime fighting techniques, called the comments “saddening.” King said the comments threatened the goodwill that Lee and the NAACP have exchanged.

So let me get this straight: Sheriff Lee is trying to lower the murder rate in black neighborhoods, but the NAACP is fighting him.

Lee said that after viewing Mr. Kings’ comments on WWL-TV, that he will call him and say, “you win.�

Ol’ Harry Lee knows a losing battle when he sees one, so he backed off that plan fast…

In Friday morning’s radio interview, Lee said he understood that some people might have problems with his plans to target young black men and that he has no problem stepping back from the idea, one he said he hadn’t even discussed with his staff, much less implemented.

“If they say that they don’t want to do that and that they’ll accept the consequences, that’s okay with me,� he said. “I did not think that stopping blacks from killing blacks would be objectionable to blacks.�

Oh, Mr. Lee is learning a lesson here: Blacks aren’t supposed to kill each other, but when they do, we’re not supposed to catch them, either.

Lee was also told that a couple of web site polls showed high support for his plan, but Lee said that support was likely coming from people who wouldn’t be affected.

He said it is easy for someone whose child is not likely to be stopped to be okay with having other people checked.

Yeah, i guess so. You see, if you factor out the murders in those areas populated by Mr. King’s constituents, Sheriff Lee’s parish doesn’t have a murder problems. White folks only kill each other in very low numbers per capita. Apparently, white folks’d like to see the crime rate down,a nd don’t mind if Sheriff Lee’s deputies roust black youths who fit the crime profile to do that. The NAACP does.

Lee added that he harbors no ill will nor has any problem with the NAACP for its criticisms of his idea.

“All I’m trying to do is to save some black kid’s life.�

And so Sheriff Lee will tell his deputies to NOT roust black youths. When crimes are committed, they will dutifully show up, gather evidence, take reports, and return to the office and file them, knowing that they are fighting a losing battle, and that the spokeman for the black community, Mr. King, eyes their presence there with suspicion.

And black kids will die. And Mr. King will walk around wearing expensive suits and NOT fighting crime…

Just a day…

I’m sitting here right now and it’s pouring rain outside. The area’s seen an abnormal amount of rain in the past week. I was somewhere the other day and one of my associates commented about the water and how bad it was, and I reminded him of the state of the locality a year ago, just three weeks after Hurricane Rita. The high water closes roads, and in some low-lying areas of the communities, it actually gets into houses, but that’s nothing about thousands of square miles devastated by a hurricane. Still, if it’s YOUR house… Well, disaster can be relative.

Today at work… Arrive at 0650 and fire up the computer. Check and answer some email. Get a cup of office coffee, talk a bit with associates. Look at some drawings concerning a couple of projects.

At about 0800, I get a phone call. The folks back in the plant are having technical issues with a protective relay. This device is a little microprocessor-controlled device that protects an electric motor of substantial size: 4160 volts, over a thousand horsepower. It’s got a little membrane keypad and a neat LCD display so you can look at all sorts of things: What’s happening right now, what happened previously, etc. Except this one is having issues. It’s scrolling uncontrollably, so it needs replacement. The guys are trying to download the settings from it to program its replacement, and they’re having difficulty getting the laptop to download the file.

By the time I got there, all I had to do was verify that they’d actually gotten the settings. We went onward to the next hurdle. They connected the new relay to temporary power. We used to call this temporary power hookup a “suicide cord” because it exposes a couple of terminals at 120 volts. However, in today’s safety-conscious industrial environment, you don’t want to call anything “suicide”, so it’s now a “temporary test power cord”.

The new relay wasn’t exactly like the old one, so the setpoint file from the old relay wouldn’t upload to the new one until another set of hoops were jumped through. The appropriate jumps were made, though, and I left they guys with a relay ready to install. Having received no further phone calls, I have to believe that they were successful. Another cup of coffee from a different pot, further conversation, and that task was done.

The remainder of the day was researching the wisdom of performing an upgrade of the sixty-year-old power equipment at one of my sites, including a one-hour teleconference with the engineers in Utah.

And that’s how my day at work went…

I wanna become illegal!

That tax break, pay $2000 plus three of the last five years would net me WELL into five figures…

“Becoming Illegal (From an Maryland resident to his senator)
The Honorable Paul S. Sarbanes
309 Hart Senate Office Building
Washington DC, 20510

Dear Senator Sarbanes,

As a native Marylander and excellent customer of the Internal Revenue Service, I am writing to ask for your assistance. I have contacted the Department of Homeland Security in an effort to determine the process for becoming an illegal alien and they referred me to you. My primary reason for wishing to change my status from U.S. Citizen to illegal alien stem from the bill which was recently passed by the Senate and for which you voted.

If my understanding of this bill’s provisions is accurate, as an illegal alien who has been in the United States for five years, all I need to do to become a citizen is to pay a $2,000 fine and income taxes for three of the last five years. I know a good deal when I see one and I am anxious to get the process started before everyone figures it out.

Simply put, those of us who have been here legally have had to pay taxes every year so I’m excited about the prospect of avoiding two years of taxes in return for paying a $2,000 fine. Is there any way that I can apply to be illegal retroactively? This would yield an excellent result for me and my family because we paid heavy taxes in 2004 and 2005.

Additionally, as an illegal alien I could begin using the local emergency room as my primary health care provider. Once I have stopped paying premiums for medical insurance, my accountant figures I could save almost $10,000 a year.

Another benefit in gaining illegal status would be that my daughter would receive preferential treatment relative to her law school applications, as well as “in-state” tuition rates for many colleges throughout the United States for my son.

Lastly, I understand that illegal status would relieve me of the burden of renewing my driver’s license and making those burden some car insurance premiums. This is very important to me given that I still have college age children driving my car. If you would provide me with an outline of the process to become illegal (retroactively if possible) and copies of the necessary forms.

I would be most appreciative. Thank you for your assistance ”

Name withheld.

(stolen from a post by good friend “M1Tommy”, engineer and Garand nut, on CSP Gun Talk’s Political Page)

State Trooper

A Louisiana State trooper pulled a car over on US165 about 2 miles south of the Louisiana/Arkansas State line.

When the trooper asked the driver why he was speeding, the driver said he was a magician and juggler and was on his way to Monroe to do a show at the Shrine Circus. He didn’t want to be late.

The trooper told the driver he was fascinated by juggling and asked if he driver would do a little juggling for him then he wouldn’t give him a ticket.

He told the trooper he had sent his equipment ahead and didn’t have anything to juggle.

The trooper said he had some flares in the trunk and asked if he could juggle them. The juggler said he could, so the Trooper got 3 flares, lit them and handed them to him.

While the man was juggling, a car pulled in behind the patrol car, a drunken good old boy from Arkansas got out, watched the performance, then went over to the patrol car, opened the rear door and got in.

The trooper observed him and went over to the patrol car, opened the door asking the drunk what he thought he was doing.

The drunk replied, “You might as well take my ass to jail, cause there’s no way in hell I can pass that test.”

(From an email from my slightly younger sister)

An Anniversary of Note

Fifty years ago today: The Hungarian Revolution

1956 revolution changed history for Hungarians

By Manuel Valdes

Seattle Times Eastside bureau

Sandor Boldizsar of Bellevue displays homemade sausage he will share with others to mark the 50th anniversary of Hungary’s short-lived uprising against its Soviet occupiers.

On an October morning 50 years ago, Sandor Boldizsar walked out of his Soviet-controlled factory outside Budapest and joined thousands of fellow Hungarians in protest.

“The hope was to see if the Russians would leave us alone,” Boldizsar remembered.

Boldizsar, who now lives in Bellevue, had grown tired of the Soviet regime, which he thought had mistreated the Hungarian people since taking over in 1949.

He was not alone. On that October day, approximately 200,000 gathered in one of Budapest’s city squares and began chanting, “Russians out!”

But the Soviet-backed Hungarian state police began to shoot at the crowd. Boldizsar said he joined with the protesters to fight back with guns distributed by local police and soldiers loyal to Hungary.

The Hungarian Revolution of 1956 had begun.

Fifty years later, Boldizsar is half a world away from Hungary. But for him and fellow Hungarian expatriates on the Eastside and in Seattle, the revolution’s 50th anniversary will be special.

“It means an awful lot to a lot of us,” Boldizsar said. “We showed the world [that] 10 million people can actually … stand up against the Soviets.”

For four days, Hungarians controlled their country. But Moscow sent troop reinforcements and tanks and crushed the revolution.

I figure that in this day and age the Hungarian Revolution isn’t worth a mention in history classes, but when it happened it was a big deal. I remember it as news and I was only six at the time. A few years later I read about it in library books.

In a Europe that was dragged out of the Nazi quagmire only to be subjugated under the boot of Stalin, the Revolt was cause for hope, a brief flare-up of the flames of freedom.

“The revolution means everything,” said Szablya. ” We never had real freedom in Hungary.”

Boldizsar is now retired, has three grown children and four grandchildren. He spends his time gardening, making traditional Hungarian food and volunteering in the Hungarian community.

His face lights up when he describes seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time and buying a 1957 Chevy less than a year after arriving in the U.S.

“This country was so good for me,” he said. “Everything was there, you just have to reach for it. It was like going from hell to heaven.

“At the age of 16, I thought, if I ever make it to the West side I want to go to America,” he said. “I’m so glad [I came] to this beautiful country.”

And for those of the anti-American Left, I say this: This is what the proper reaction is to tyrants. If you’re not as brave as that little minority of Hungarians in the face of the Soviet Union, then either you’re cowards, or you know deep down inside that you’re mouthing a lie and your words about oppression in America are simply a ploy to put your own silly party into power, and that’s NOT worth risking your life for…

Carnival of Recipes is up!!

Over at Nerd Family…

Some interesting recipes there, as usual. I’m particularly interested in KeeWee’s Banana-Oatmeal Bread. I love a good quickbread. I do a pretty good banana-nut bread myself, so I see KeeWee’s recipe, and the oatmeal looks like a pretty good idea, so I’m taking this to its logical conclusion and thinking “banana-nut-oatmeal bread…”

Anyway, pass over to Nerd Family and take a look…

The Name Game LIV

Overcast. Cool. At least what passes for cool in the fall in southwest Louisiana: Low sixties. My left knee is acting up following my bout of bowling with son Corey. So is my right shoulder. I’m not used to that particular range of motions.

Breakfast was biscuits, cream gravy and bacon. I feel good in my belly.

So this week we look at the Sunday paper and we find that only one hospital is reporting, but it’s the good on: the big hospital across the river that is noted for taking “walk-in deliveries” They don’t turn anybody down, and they tend to get the lower end of the socio-economic sclae, which sometimes corresponds to the dirty shallow end of the gene pool.

today we see the results of births from Sept. 27 through Oct. 11, twenty-five births in all. Twenty of these are to unmarried “couples” and six of these little darlings are either new iterations of the virgin birth story or are suffering from one or more versions of amnesia when it comes to the identity of the baby’s daddy. This is about what I expect from this place. I don’t expect much.

So, in no particular order, off we go:

Miss Amanda C. W. gives the world a look at her new daughter, little Kaley Madison Marie. Yes, no daddy, so she decided her new daughter would be able to use that extra space on the form for an extra name…

Mr. Michael & Mrs. Britney O. have a new son, little Trystn Gabriel. No, I double-checked that first name: six letters, one vowel. Cute.

Miss Antoinette B. and Mr. Marquetter N. figured their new daughter would enjoy a little boost in life, and they complied by presenting her with her very own punctuation mark: Alisha De’Shay

Mr. Shaun and Mrs. Audrey S. reached deep inside themselves (I’ll leave which orifice they reached inside up to you) for their new daughter and they came up with Chylee Jane. Now all we need to know is if you pronounce “Chylee” as “Ky-lee” or “Kell-ie” or Shy-lee” or “Shell-ie” or what, because that goofy-a**ed spelling doesn’t give a clue.

Also reaching into an orifice, Miss Shanna P. and Mr. Irby R. present their baby girl, little Iryanna Maddison. Great! A contrived first name and a misspelled middle name.

Miss Kanisha L. has a new daughter, little Kyra Ja’Nay. The baby didn’t have a daddy, but she does have a goofy-a**ed punctuation mark in her name.

Miss Marion M. and Mr. Leroy I. have a new daughter, and they show their knowledge fo geography by naming her India Lashawn. Next kid’s going to be Burma…

Now here’s where I have a problem: The parents’ names are Beau R. and Tremaine S. I’m not entirely sure which is the mommy and which is the daddy, although THEY figured it out among themselves, because here’s the baby, little A’Niyah Jade…

And this has to be one of the all-time great names: I mean, you’re the HR representative going through applications for a job and you see Miss Bernitha V.’s son, D’Nharayane Danarien Kty’Jaughan. You just KNOW you’ve found your new chief engineer for the energetic materials laboratory, don’t you? Either the mommy is really creative or the ward clerk poured a conductive liquid on her keyboard and then shook it…

I guess that I really need to end on that note. Mainly because after a name like D’Nharayane, what else is there?

There were these three guys…

A software engineer, hardware engineer and departmental manager were on their way to a meeting in Switzerland.

They were driving down a steep mountain road when suddenly the brakes failed. The car careened out of control, bouncing off guard rails until it miraculously ground to a scraping halt along the mountainside. The occupants of the car were unhurt, but they had a problem. They were stuck halfway down the mountain in a car with no brakes.

“I know” said the manager. “Let’s have a meeting, propose a Vision, formulate a Mission Statement, define some Goals, and through a process of Continuous Improvement, find a solution to the Critical Problems and we’ll be on our way.”

“No,” said the hardware engineer. “I’ve got my Swiss army knife with me. I can strip down the car’s braking system, isolate the fault, fix it, and we’ll be on our way.”

“Wait,” said the software engineer. “Before we do anything, shouldn’t we push the car back to the top of the mountain and see if it happens again?”

Book review: “America Alone”

Mark Steyn’s new book. I just finished reading it. Let me save you some trouble and torment.

Don’t buy it! Don’t read it! Instead, go bury your head in the sand. If you read this book, you’ll just get all knowledgeable about stuff and it’ll pi** you off and you’ll want to start nuking people.

I mean, after all, exactly how disturbed will you be if France becomes a Muslim country, or the rest of Europe, for that matter? Isn’t it kind of like watching some skanky slut climb in the back of a van driven by the local meth-heads, knowing that she’s headed for rape and worse?

Steyn’s book looks at the impact of changing demographics in Europe and the rising Muslim population and comes to the conclusion that Europe has become so “educated”, “cultured” and “civilized” that it lacks the will to avoid assimilation.

He does give us in America a bit more of a chance, but not at the hands of our our brand of pseudointellectual Euro-pu**ies.

It gives me cause to fear for the future my children will face. That makes me want to fight. And yes, it’s “for the children”….