A Solution To Confusion


The whole Raytheon Presents The Gulf War Brought To You By Lockheed-Martin (c) is very confusing now.  Every day until March 17th, you will hear “news” about progress on the diplomatic front.  The reporters who will tell you the “real” message, have no clue what they are saying, as they don’t understand it either, but they have a 70 second news hole to fill and diplomats do not speak in comfy sound bites.  So, take all reporting about diplomatic advances or failures with a 20 kilo bag of rock salt.

Here’s the simple goods:  The US is building up troops.  Britain is onside.  France isn’t happy.  Canada is as confused as ever.  War may very well be imminent, against Iraq.  (I figured I would remind you that its Iraq we’re going up against, as this keeps getting lost in there somehow.)  The rest of it is dancing and debating about the number of Al-Samouds you can put on the end of a pin, which really doesn’t amount of a small hill of anything useful.

So to simplify:

A: Saddam Dead = Good.
B: Saddam in Exile = Good Enough.
C: Iraq People Free = Good.
D: Iraq Run by US = Bad. 
E: Weapons of Mass Destruction = Bad.
F: WMD’s removed from Lunatic = Good.
G: War = Bad.
H: Peace = Good.
I: Terrorists On The Run = Good.
J: Terrorists On The Loose = Bad.
K: Osama Bin Laden Dead = Good.
L: Osama Bin Laden Alive = Bad.
M: How to get there = x

Solve for x

The Solution is G+A+C+F=x

Notice that there still is no solution for I, J, K and L.  That is another problem that is being addressed and is making some advances, but is not solved yet.  Notice there is nothing in the equation about diplomacy, the UN, or vetoes of the Security Council.  Those are variables that you will be hearing a lot about in the next few days.  Ignore them, unless they conclusively (as in Good or Bad, no grey in-betweens) fix the problem.

Your media is going to be filled with fluff for the next week and change.  Please remember the essentials, if only to keep from being confused.

Kiss Me Arse, I’m Irish!


The kids have drawn a line in the sand with regards to Saddam O’Hussein.  March 17th, they’ll kick his ass.  Thank God that most of the American Army are not Irish, as they’d be up to their eyes in Guinness at 0400.  Not that a Drunk Irishman is ever too drunk to fight, but you know, airplanes, tanks, guns, drunken Irishmen…. sounds like a recipe for fratricide if I ever heard one.

(Insert Apology to All Irish People Here)

The Americans are being generous about it too.  There are reports that they will drop leaflets on March 16th over Baghdad inviting the citizens to put their heads between their knees and kiss their collective ass goodbye.  The downside of having a definitive date is losing the element of surprise.  CNN, Fox and the rest of media pack will be there to watch the show, hoping for another Peter Arnett, John Holliman play by play of the bombing.

Celebrities, meanwhile, are beating the peace drum.  Fine, they’re entitled to use their celebrity for causes they believe in and, as citizens, have the right to object.  Some are even well-informed.  Janeane Garofolo, for instance, seems well-read on the subject and understands the issue.  Good for her.  Good for Martin Sheen too, as he is a long-time peace activist and is also well-informed about the situation.  I don’t mind listening to their dissent, as it is sound, reasoned and rational.  I don’t agree, but I can appreciate their position.

What I can wait for, is bubblehead celebrities to come out against the deal.  Bubbleheads like Brittney, Anna Nicole Smith, or Jacko The Wacko, who have not clue where Iraq is, let alone the who, what and why of the issue, but they sure know a bandwagon when they see it.  Just remember after this is all done, that those who jump on the bandwagon will have albums, or shows, or movies that are asking for you to part with your hard-earned dollar to fund their careers.

If Raytheon Presents The Gulf War Brought To You By Lockheed-Martin (c) comes down on March 17th as advertised, then it becomes time to shut up and get onside and that includes celebrities.

Remember the essential concept of war:  Get in, Win, Go Home.  There’s nothing in there about wearing a Styrofoam hat with an “Erin Go Bragh” button on your battledress.

Mild Obsessions


I read either an online paper or conventional paper, watch a television newscast or four and try to hear at least one or two radio newscasts a day.  Some friends feel that this is an obsession bordering on mania, while others look upon it as just being plugged into planetary events.  The roots are from radio days.

I worked for five years in small-market radio in the Ottawa Valley (Hillbilly country to the American friends).  As an announcer there, you did everything, including reporting news.  The station that I spent the most time at, CHOV (defunct now) in Pembroke, was a private radio station that was a CBC affiliate.  CBC, to translate, is like NPR and BBC, but has commercials and is first rate radio.

Part of the agreement of being a CBC affiliate was that we broadcast X-number of hours of live CBC Radio Network programming per week.  My first shifts were evenings, when AM radio used to do balls-out rock and roll radio:  1050 CHUM, The Great 8 CKLW, CFTR, WABC, CFRA, the rock and roll monsters before FM took over, blasted into our market, eating up our audience. 

We were broadcasting “The World At Six” and “As It Happens” from the CBC.  In that all-important, at the time, teen demographic, we might as well have been broadcasting Muslim prayers from Mecca.

The shift I did was a 120 minute blob between the 8 pm and 10 pm hours, of, naturally, balls-out rock and roll AM radio.  I started work at 6 pm and finished at midnight, spending the two hours before my real work and after my real work, listening to CBC.  As the programs from CBC required nothing more from you than to do a 30-second station ID, every hour at 30 seconds to the exact hour, I had plenty of time to listen.  As I also did a 30 second newsbreak at 10:19:30 PM I had to stay on top of the news wire, Canadian Press, that chattered over in the corner of the newsroom.

Consequently, being plugged in to world events via CBC and Canadian Press, I developed a manageable News Addiction.  In Television, I was near the newsroom feeds for eight years and saw the Challenger blow up live, a bus hijacking on Parliament Hill, the Papal Visit and hundreds of other events without a filter of time or analysis that only served to feed the news jones.

My point, and I do have one, is that I also look for the occasional offbeat news story.  I don’t really feel satisfied with my morning news-graze until I find that one very odd, strange, or head-shaking story.  And there is one every day.

Today, (link no longer working) a town in the US is the proud owner of a giant Cheeto.  The person who found it in a bag of Cheeto’s put it up on eBay and got bids on it.  Then, in a moment of clarity, donated the Cheeto to his town, where they plan to put the lump on display.  The funds that were bid to buy it, were turned over to the town Food Bank.  Frito-Lay was the big bidder, putting up a cool $1000 to get the orange lump.

The town plans to preserve the Giant Cheeto in a Plexiglas box, on a velvet pillow at City Hall, probably charging visitors a buck or five to see the Giant Cheeto.  My concern is not the town putting the Giant Cheeto on display, or charging for admission to see the Giant Cheeto, as that is The American Way.

I am most concerned about the poor child who wanted a mitt full of cheesy-annatto-coloured-deep-fried-corn-meal-sodium-bomb  who got ripped off his preservative fix for the afternoon.  The Bastards! Is there nothing that can be done?!?!?

Still Confused?


Raytheon Presents The Gulf War Brought to You By Lockheed-Martin (c) is still on a sort of hold while the UN debates the bits and pieces of Iraq disarming.  Its a sort of hold, as the US is still loading troops into the neighbourhood along with the tons of materiel needed to do what needs to be done.

At the same time, Iraq has been a little more forthcoming in running a front end loader over the Al-Samoud II missiles that are in direct breach of the 1991 UN deal, which is a good thing.  Trashing the tools of war is always a good step in convincing others that you are at least giving lip service to the rules.  Is Iraq going slow?  Of course they are.  If you think that Saddam Hussein woke up one day last week and figured out he was in big trouble, then I need the same medicine you take.  That punk knows the score and he saw that he was essentially out-gunned, out-manned and out-technologized by the US.  OK, we’ll run the lawn tractor over the really big ones that we wanted to lob at Israel.

Today, the UN is being blocked by France and Russia at the Security Council.  The reasons for this are two-fold.  One, nobody wants war.  A proper altruistic reason to vote against a UN action. 

The second is a little more sinister.  It is widely, but quietly, reported that much of the rebuilt infrastructure in Iraq for poison gas, military gear and other support services have “Made in France” “Made in Germany” and “Made in Russia” stamped on the hardware.  There was a worldwide embargo on shipping this kind of stuff to Iraq since Version 1.0 of the Gulf War.  Many companies gave that one a wink and a nod while billing millions of dollars, usually paid promptly, by the Government of Iraq for the bits and pieces sold to Saddam.

If the US does take over the sandbox, it would be, shall we say, discomforting, for it to be made widely known that many of the United States’ friends were saying Saddam was a bad guy, while selling him fertilizer plants, oil production tools and technology to support all of the destroyed infrastructure from Version 1.0.

This is not as contradictory as it seems.  Certain countries have an uncanny ability to speak out of three sides of their mouth at once.  At the multinational level, morality and ethics are sometimes just words that show up in the Oxford Unabridged Dictionary and have nothing to do with corporate performance. 

One classic example should suffice.  During the Falklands War, the Argentinians fired off a bunch of Exocet anti-ship missiles at the British Navy, sinking a major battleship and killing hundreds of sailors.  The Exocets were sold by France to Argentina.  But Britain and France are UN members and generally, good buddies.  Except there were dollars on the table and France went for the deal.  In a perfect world, France, Germany, Russia and the US would sell arms to both sides in a regional conflict, then offer to rebuild the rubble of the winner and loser. 

Oh, you’re concerned about the thousands killed, maimed and emotionally ravaged by those actions?  I’m sorry, that’s not our responsibility….

Mardi Gras


Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, Carnival, Fasching.  All the same.  Use up the fat with pancakes or other kinds of cakes, drink all the liquor, behave like a fool, as tomorrow is Ash Wednesday and the start of Lent. 

This ancient rite goes back to Roman times, as the precursor to Spring and a period of restraint in the last days of Winter.  The Easter/Lenten connection dropped in with the development of Christianity, but at its heart, Fat Tuesday is as good an excuse to party it up as any we have. 

How you choose to party it up, depends on all kinds of societal elements.  New Orleans, with its usual flair and long Catholic and African heritage has raised Mardi Gras to a High Art adding their own spin in recent years of ‘Show Us Your Tits” in exchange for the beaded ‘throws’ or ‘doubloons’. Furtive fondling of women is de rigeur at Carnival.  Pancakes are a UK/Canadian kind of thing, while Fasching in Germany involves elaborate costumes and huge meals before midnight, with much stealing of kisses, groping and general misbehaving. 

In each instance we celebrate the potential arrival of Spring with one last dose of hoopla before we have to hunker down with spring planting, cleaning and the usual drone work of the change of seasons.

Welcome the Spring.

Captured Bad Guy


Khalid Shaikh Mohammed, the suspected brains behind the American Embassy bombings in Africa, the 911 attack, the USS Cole bombing and, perhaps his worst accusation, co-author of The Macarena, was picked up yesterday near Islamabad, Pakistan by some dudes you don’t ask about.

He’s going to be taken to a third country for interrogation regarding his role in all this nasty stuff, as they don’t want his ass anywhere near the US and I can’t blame the US for that.  Assume that the interrogation will not be filled with the polite banter reminiscent of a Noel Coward play.  What will they learn is the real question?

Asking “Why do you hate America so much?” is perhaps the first question.  The answer is simple, America is successful.  America has money, food, freedom, houses, cars, movie stars, an open political system, (more or less), health care that often works, cable TV, mass transit and aerosol cheese.  Americans don’t have to eat bugs as part of a complete daily diet.  They live in comparative luxury to 9/10ths of the rest of the planet with more things that most countries have names for.

Americans have the right to be grumpy about petty annoyances, to vote, to bitch about paying taxes, DVD players, cell phones and Nintendo Game Cubes.  To quote P.J. O’Rourke: “I’d rather be a crack junkie in New York City that the King, Queen and Jack of all your little pissant countries put together”.  And P.J. is right, despite my urgings to disagree.

Other people don’t like America because their own existence is so gut-wrenchingly squalid in comparison to even the most modest of Americans, it is only natural that there is envy and hate of such a level that it puts a back-spin on a personality right down to the DNA.  Even if every American were to give up all their worldly possessions, give them to the impoverished rest of the world and go back to grazing on grass, the 9/10ths would still be pissed at America for having been successful at one time.  If that logic defies your understanding, then remember that they can always quote some scripture also condemning America for something else.

Khalid Shaikh Mohammed represents those who will never forget or forgive and has the convenient mental construct of “It’s a Holy War” as his moral authority.  Just as dangerous as an Eric Rudolph who believes that killing doctors who perform abortions is justified by scripture.  Which perplexes me greatly:  You have killed, therefore I must kill you, God Said So.  That is no more and no less than a great leap of interpretation that conveniences violence in both the Khalid and Rudolph contexts.

In the end, Khalid Shaikh Mohammed will tell the interrogators nothing of value.  The danger is the past.  KSM will become a martyr, kidnapped by the Evil Americans, therefore those of you who are chosen must now become martyrs yourself to avenge…blah blah blah… You can recite the madness as well as I can.

If it were my country, America, I’d have that Homeland Security colour code pinned at Red right now.  Jack that puppy up to 11 ’cause sure as people can do mental dances to justify all kinds of sick, violent and angry acts, there are folks strapping blocks of C-4 inside their coats waiting for the chance to meet their particular God, up close and personal by killing as many innocent people as possible. 

Heads up folks.  Khalid Shaikh Mohammed is a fuse that you can’t put out, you can’t disconnect and it’s now lit.

Hanging Up The Sweater


Fred Rogers, known to generations of us as Mister Rogers, passed away at the age of 74.  His calm and kind demeanour, the red sweater and his gentleness will be missed. 

There are certain touchstones in our lives that we miss when they are gone.  Mister Rogers was one of them.

The Debate That Never Was


CHAIR:  Welcome to the Great Debate being held simultaneously on CNN and Iraqi State TV for a worldwide audience of millions. 

Our debaters tonight, His Excellency Commander in Chief and President for Life of the Republic of Iraq, Saddam Hussein.  (SPONTANEOUS APPLAUSE GOADED ON BY BAYONETS INTO THE BACKS OF THE AUDIENCE IN IRAQ)

…and his opponent, the President of the United States, George Walker Bush (CHANEY AND RUMSFELD DO THE WOOF WOOF WOOF)

…Our debaters have tossed a coin to determine who goes first, with a one minute opening statement and the winner was Saddam Hussein.  Mister Hussein?  Do you want to go first, or shall Mister Bush go first?

SADDAM: Bush go second (APPLAUSE FROM IRAQ STUDIO)

CHAIR: Mister Hussein, are you ready?  The topic is, Do you have weapons of mass destruction and are you a threat to World Peace.  You have one minute, starting now.

SADDAM: George Bush daddy try to kill me and glorious army of Republic of Iraq defend our homeland.  I no have weapons of mass destruction.  I say so.  Except what the stuff we use on Kurds.  No September 11 neither. I say so.  It is so. 

Missiles?  Is fireworks for our nightclubs. 

Food for Oil?  I no starve.  I got Range Rover and lots of gas.  Kuwait?  Never hear of it.  Berets we got.  Lots of berets for women of US who no wear veils with big bouncy breasts and legs showing. 

Israel?  Feh, Is not on map I see.  Glorious army of Iraq for home defense from Evil Empire of United States of America George W Bush.  I die with honour in Glorious Republic of Iraq where everybody vote for me.  Or have eyes cut out by Republican Guard.  Either or. 

Or I hear from email to Libya and exile.  George W Bush has cute wife looks like Dorothy Hamill.  Chelsea Clinton is babe.  You give me Chelsea Clinton and I get outta Baghdad real fast.  You run sandbox. (MORE HYSTERICAL APPLAUSE)

CHAIR:  Time Mister Hussein.  Mister Bush?

GWB: My fellow Americans.  This Evil Empire on the Axis of Evil is against Liberty and Freedom. 

Here are photos of Saddam himself loading poison gas into their nightclub fireworks aimed at a point on the map where Israel is. 

Here’s another of Saddam gouging the eyes out of a voter in Baghdad. 

And another of the Republican Guard, led by Saddam entering a tanning salon in Kuwait City for a tem minute session and a back waxing.

As for my Daddy, I say Your Momma, if she’s still alive.

We can turn your nation into rubble in twenty minutes.

But if you were going into exile, (TALKS OFF SCREEN TO CHENEY) would you take Noelle Bush instead of Chelsea?  And a lifetime subscription to Hustler?

SADDAM: Hell yeah!

GWB: Done.

CHAIR: Thank you gentlemen.  This debate has lasted about as long as the last four Mike Tyson fights and has brought about World Peace.  Good Night.

Whom To Sue


More fallout from Rhode Island and North Carolina as the lawyers get involved in two interesting cases.  The Rhode Island club fire sees everyone connected with the case, the state, the fire marshal office, the band, and the club owners jockeying for position in the court of public opinion.  In North Carolina, where the young girl was given a transplanted set of heart and lungs of the wrong blood type, then a second set with the right specs, sees Duke University Hospital and the parents lining up with the briefcase set.

In an adversarial legal arena, like we have in Canada and the US, you prove that the other guy was totally at fault and damaged you irreparably, to the extent that the only way you (or your estate) can be made better is by the topical application of millions of tax-free dollars in real and punitive damages. 

But I will argue, in both of these cases, that even if there are obvious bad guys who were cavalier with human life and just plain did not give a flying damn, that there should be a limitation on liability.  In both cases, there is much good to come from a complete and open investigation of all sides in the tragedies.  That means getting rid of the lawyers in both cases.  Lawyers, although noble in many causes, are not there to find the problem and fix it.  Lawyers are there to keep their fees coming.

As a hypothetical example, in Rhode Island.  Let’s say the band didn’t get the OK of the club to fire off indoor pyro.  Why did the backing go up so fast?  Was it poorly spec’d?  Did the fire marshal not see that it was flammable?  Was the effects charge mislabelled, designed for a bigger venue but labeled with a smaller margin of safety?  Do the laws regarding indoor effects need to be toughened, or just enforced better?  Was the band clear with the club about the type and kind of effects?  Were there too many people in the club?  Was the club constructed of materials that were not appropriate to that kind of use?  Should EXIT signs be improved?  Are overhead sprinklers mandatory in public meeting places? 

And on and on and on.  We’ll never know, because the lawyers won’t let anyone answer those questions, as they could be construed as admissions of guilt.

In North Carolina, what went wrong that a set of internal organs of the wrong blood type wound up in Jessica?  Is the paperwork good enough?  Is the organ donation system flawed, or is this one of those one-in-a-million completely human mistakes? Do doctors trust too many people to do their part of the job and hope that everything else works? 

I don’t know, but I do know that a prosecution-free investigation without any blame finding repercussions and lawyers, will find out what happened in both cases, leading to improvements in the overall system of how things get done.

Unfortunately, the cynic in me says that a no-fault investigation in either case is not in the best interests of the lawyers, therefore it will never happen. 

The parallel here is aircraft crash investigation.  The National Transportation Safety Board, the Transportation Safety Board and the Civil Aviation Authority in the US, Canada and Britain respectively do not seek to apportion blame.  They seek to find why an event happened through rigorous scientific and evidentiary testing of all the potential reasons why and how an air crash can happen. 

If it were possible in Rhode Island and North Carolina for an investigation into “why” rather than “who”, we would all be better served from these two tragedies.

Alas, the legal eagles are lining up to sue someone.  Notice that nobody is talking about suing the club owners, the band, or the pyrotechnician simply because they don’t have any money.  Rule One is never sue poor people.  Let’s sue the State of Rhode Island, as they have money and we can all get our pay day.  If it turns out that the fireworks company that made the charge is a big multinational, we’ll sue them too, as they have money.  And if Johns Manville made the foam on the backing of the stage, or the ceiling tiles, or the paint, we’ll sue them too, as they have pockets full of cash. 

Same in North Carolina, the family will probably not sue the hospital directly, but the hospital’s insurance carrier, who have deep pockets from all the premiums they collect and the company that made the bracelet that Jessica wore with her blood type because its Becton Dixon and they have deep pockets too as a major medical device manufacturer.  But Bayer made the anti-rejection drugs to keep her transplanted organs from leaping out, and Bayer is big, so let’s include them in this madness.

Madness is the correct term.  We want to know what went wrong and why and how to prevent it from happening again.  That is what we, as a society want from these two tragedies.  Answers and fixes.  Not blame.

Indoor Pyro FYI


Having held a pyrotechnician license for five years, here are the real goods on indoor pyrotechnical effects.

1:  You must have a permit from the local fire department.  No permit?  No pyro.  In Canada, you can’t even order indoor effects charges (pyro) without a special indoor endorsement on your license and a license for each place you plan to let them off.  You can’t get the license without the local fire department being intimately involved in all aspects of the show.  If the local fire department doesn’t like the look of you, or the venue, licenses be dammed, you ain’t getting a permit.

2.  You must demonstrate the current possession of a $1,000,000 PLPD insurance policy for each venue.  Not a group rider, an individual policy per venue. No insurance?  No pyro.

3.  Most indoor, small scale effects charges are what are called ‘cold’ charges, meaning mostly black powder and aluminum:  Very little phosphorus or magnesium in the composition.  Each charge is designed to burn bright but fast and extinguish before the hot parts can hit the floor. 

Most are flash-bangs, which are small black powder charges with some aluminum powder to provide the flash, but not a lot of heat or smoke.  The charge must go high-order very quickly and dissipate even faster.  Fountain streams (or falls), like were used in Rhode Island are specially composited for each granule to light and go out in a very short period of time, gravity providing the illusion of a waterfall of sparkles.  The specification of the effect charge tells you very clearly how far the flammable components will fall.  The manufacturers test the hell out of them, then add a few more feet for safety.

4.  The default rule is always NO.  If you (as the technician) are even the slightest bit unsure about the safety, the answer is NO Fire.  All small-scale indoor effect charges are dangerous, but can’t cause any ruckus if you don’t light them off.  Can a careless technician cause a fire?  Certainly, but your training is always drummed into you that NO is the default.

5: Indoor effects charges using pyrotechnical materials can almost all be duplicated by mechanical effects.  For instance, a flash-bang can be simulated by compressed air and a single-shot high intensity strobe.  Its called a burp-can and makes, essentially, a very loud, compressed air burp and triggers a strobe with a hellacious light at the same time.  No smoke, no flame, no permit needed, but the same effect as a flash-bang. 

Smoke wafting across the stage?  I can rent five different kinds of smoke generators that plug into the wall, like a hair dryer and atomize chemical smoke across an element that produces clouds of thick smoke for Deep Purple cover bands.

Pillars of Flames of Hell?  A fan on its back and silk streamers that are attached to the fan that blow upwards.  A couple of lights on the silk, some red and orange gels in the lights and you have a very real looking pillar of flame.  The Stones used it on Voodoo Lounge, rather than a full propane powered flame generator.  Even works as a medieval torch on the wall of the haunted castle, just some silk, some lights and some electricity.

The simple end to this is:  Someone messed up big time.  I saw the footage this morning at 0530 and it was obvious there were no safety people with extinguishers in hand standing by.  Training says that you must have someone ready to put the effect out if something goes wrong.  Training says you don’t fire the effect if there is a potential for something to go wrong, or someone is out of place. 

Two good CO2 extinguisher shots on that backdrop would have put it out almost instantly or suppressed it enough that the club could have been evacuated without the astounding loss of life that resulted.

Other deeply concerning things that have been mentioned.  No sprinklers.  This is just not good in the year 2003 for any commercial building, especially one that hosts many people in a crowded area.  No emergency lights?  Shoot, that’s just stupid.  Adding to those outrages, I’d bet their were probably only three exits in the whole place and one was most likely chained shut. 

Where the hell was the Fire Department inspection?  Fire Departments in most states and provinces have the authority to enter any public facility at any time to look for safety violations and to shut them down until things are fixed.  Expect to see Fire Departments across the continent step up their inspections of bars, night clubs, social clubs and party halls.  This is as it should be and any club owner who cries too much about ‘its costing me too much to put in those emergency lights’ should be invited to go into another line of business.  This is also why some cities have anti-rave ordinances.  Not for the drug use, really, but for the complete lack of any kind of safety for the patrons in the event of fire.

Damn shame those people in Rhode Island had to burn to death and those others in Chicago had to be trampled to death.  But if there is little or no inspection, or inspection without teeth, then there are always those who will cut corners to the point of the unimaginable happening in their clubs.