Sunday, September 11, 2011

The details of my 9-11 story are quite inconsequential

I was working at my Dad's business.  No television.  A small radio.  One crappy (even by 2001 standards) computer with dial-up internet access.  We had gotten all the delivery drivers out on their routes by the time of the attacks, and Dad and I were the only people left in the warehouse.

My grandmother called about 9am.  A plane had hit the World Trade Center, she explained.  She said little else, but seemed exasperated.  My grandmother had always been an excitable person, and I had just recently learned that years ago a plane had hit the Empire State Building, and the building had withstood it.  I didn't quite understand why my grandmother was calling.  Such an odd phone call.

Of course, we got a better idea as the day wore on.  Without a TV, we were relying on the radio and the dial-up internet connection, the latter of which was of little use.  All the news sites were swamped with traffic.  Dad eventually had the idea of checking the BBC website, which did eventually load for us.  All sorts of crazy reports were coming in over the radio, such as the rumor that the State Department had been car-bombed.  I was kind of freaked out at this point.  Who knew what else was going to happen?!

Still, we had business to conduct.  Shipments to receive, customers to service.  We went about our jobs with what in retrospect was stunning normalcy, still monitoring the radio for the latest updates between spurts of work.

I don't recall whether I saw any still photographs of the attack on the Beeb website, but I know I didn't see any video until I got home that day some time after 4pm.  Most of the hard facts had been sorted out by then - at least about what had been destroyed and what hadn't.  I was still flabbergasted when I eventually saw the video, even knowing what the news of the day had been.  Such unbelievable horror, viewed all at once.

Monday, September 05, 2011

What's all this about "vetting" Perry?

Look, I'm not trying to coronate the guy, and I think we've all seen how the whole political messiah thing works out, but I'm pretty much for Rick Perry at this point.

I don't quite get what all this business is about the frantic need to "vet" Perry.  Yeah, I'd like to see him perform in some debates, and I'd like to hear his answers to some tough questions.  But at this point I'm not sure what the big deal is that certain Republicans are having with him.  The guy has been governor for a heckuva long time.  It's not like he just rolled out of some Chicagoland Illinois Senate seat with no real record of accomplishments, or anything.

It's like this -- Romneycare is a dealbreaker, at least in the primary.  (Are people really surprised that the base finds Romney unacceptable?  Really??)  And I think Michelle Bachmann has pretty much failed her public "vetting".  Pawlenty dropped out, and I'm not drinking the Ron Paul Kool-Aid.  By process of elimination, that pretty much leaves Rick Perry unless for some reason Paul Ryan decides to have a change of heart.

Sure, he has some klunkers in his record, notably the Guardasil snafu.  And the Time magazine pre-hit piece from late June does reveal certain problems with the Texas Enterprise Fund and Texas Emerging Technology Fund programs.  (On the whole, however, Texas' job creation record is nothing short of phenomenal.)  But the ironic thing about the Time piece is that it inadvertently reads like a to-do and not-to-do of job creation.  DO make your laws business-friendly.  DON'T create slush funds to pick winners and losers.  Isn't that pretty much exactly the opposite of what Obama and the Democrats did?

(Don't even get me started on that whole Sharia/dhimmi thing with Ace of Spades vs Pam Geller and Robert Spencer.  Ace wins that hands-down, and I think Pam needs pharmaceutical help.)

So, yes - I like the idea of Rick Perry more than I like the actual Rick Perry.  But I still like the real Rick Perry better than I like anybody else at this point.  To answer the haters who think that I'm just jumping on a bandwagon without looking, I'm going into this Perry thing with eyes open.  He's just a guy, not a god.  I get it.  I just happen to like him best right now.  Get a grip.