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Lost Roads — Lost Horizons The paving of American leads nowhere. |
In the Rocker-Chair A look at bigotry too close to home. |
The Hacker Wars There may be hope, yet! |
News On News Do you really get your election coverage on Letterman? |
R-Rated Church Services Children must be accompanied by an adult! |
Discipline News: Kids, Schools & Home Headlines |
Our Kids, Ourselves Headline reflections of cloudy skies |
The Y2K-Bug has arrived! Not what we expected, but were we really listening? |
Oops...OSHA in my bathroom? Would "big brother" really go this far? |
Cloning Redundancies Again A look at cattle, sheep, pigs and politicians |
First Christian Church Invasion Sorry, but I gave at the office! |
"The travel writer seeks the world we have lost- the lost valleys of the imagination," -- Alexander Cockburn, Harper's - August 1985
In May, I rode as a passenger in a pickup truck from Gainesville, Georgia to Abilene, TX, a journey that spanned some 1,000 road-miles. It was an experience that I attempted to enjoy as I watched the miles and the years streak by at more than 70 miles-per-hour and recalled crisscrossing this nation, and my South, on simpler roads as a youngster.
This trip took three days and too many stops (every 80 or 90 miles) so a loving and patient woman could help unfold me from the front seat to let me stretch and ease the soreness and physical pain of travel.
What I disliked most about the journey was that we didn't have the time, or the abilities, to get very far from Interstate-20, and the South became one long, hot, homogenous concrete corridor lacking any personality, or charm and the adventure of history I knew growing up.
America may have become more mobile, but it's now all "hubs," major airports, freeway interchanges and the slime of pork barrel politics and corporate investment that define our land to decide what pieces of our history and heritage prosper and which die. I couldn't help thinking: The Federal Interstate Highway system has bought a new South, one I cannot recognize and one that no longer speaks my language. We've paid for and paved a new America.
We're missing the Oxford, Mississippi's and worlds of William Faulkner and the like. Small towns, relegated to footnotes in history books, once advertised proudly from weathered billboards along State highways the Civil and Revolutionary war museums that now have largely disappeared from view and our collective southern consciousness.
Unless you have an extra travel-hour to burn, that trip to Rock City is probably out of the question. And like Burma Shave, barn advertising and those little birdhouses are relics of a people left behind, dimly visible in the dust raised by progress roaring on to other, newer, shiner places.
I miss, too, the poets and the artist that filled the quaint museums, coffee shops and diners that stand on every town square. I even regret no longer stopping at the Dairy Queen or the A&W Root Beer shop to get something cold from that "old gal"... the one with large breasts and a dirty smock that seem to ubiquitously appear in every small town.
Laying my head against the warm window and feeling the dichotomy of the air conditioning on one cheek and the sun warmed glass on the other, I watched the road and our past fade away through the side view mirror - a worse dichotomy of time and place.
I make my living now writing for the so-called "disability press." The worst thing about being "disabled" to many of the 54 million Americans on whose heads hang that ignominious label is a lack of mobility. Not just the confinement to wheelchairs, but the basic inability to travel our highways safely, comfortably or with any semblance of ease is penal in nature. Even with special vehicles or adaptive equipment, the sheer logistics of a summer road vacation are nearly impossible.
But I realized on this trip, that without the exposure to many of our by-passed treasures, the freeways carrying our hurried life-styles hither and yon is disabling all of us and the "South," and probably the rest of America, is in danger of withering away in atrophy.
This weekend I thought of the Atlanta Braves' embattled relief pitcher John Rocker. I did not want to think of John Rocker; I don't usually think about John Rocker, and I had hope to never want to think about John Rocker.
John, you should recall was suspended and fined by Major League Baseball for a few off-the-wall, racist, xenophobic, and homophobic remarks he made to a S.I. reporter after last season's playoffs in New York.
I was in the home of a close relative (just north of Atlanta),
simply enjoying the day, when out of left field (keeping with the baseball
analogy) came the most ugly comments from a most unlikely source.
I almost expect some younger members of that family to say outlandish things,
but this slur was from an elder, Christian, respected leader of the clan.
Speaking of an old neighborhood, it was said, "nothing but Niggers and
dirty Mexicans live there now…I'm ashamed to say I ever lived there!"
To say I was shocked would be too easy: "saddened and incensed"
would be better, but the truth of the matter was that I said nothing and
was ashamed.
Aside from my personal views on racism and bigotry, for some reason (let's not go there), I wasn't overly bothered by John Rocker's remarks. I fully believe in the First Amendment right to free speech, and I essentially took a "cheap seats" view of the whole affair from behind the left field foul pole. He may be an idiot, but he has the right to state his views, I thought.
When he was suspended and fined, I tried very hard to understand Baseball's argumentation that: 1) Rocker is supposed to be a "hero" looked up to by millions of kids; 2) He represents the Atlanta Braves in everything he says and does on and off the field (or so it seems); 3) Insert "Major League Baseball" for "Atlanta Braves" in point number two.
I left Rockergate suspended harmlessly between the US Constitution and MLB's governing body…at least until this weekend.
As moral human beings we are responsible to and for our parents and our children, and in still important ways to our nieces and nephews, uncles, aunts and cousins. As workers, we have certain responsibilities to our bosses, or employees, and our vendors and customers that go beyond "a fair day's work for a fair day's pay," and quality goods and services. As Christians, or followers of any moral and spiritual theology, we reflect the values of our creed, our church, temple, or synagogue, and all faithful brethren by our acts of words and deeds.
Yes, our constitution says we can think, say and write almost anything we dare, but such careless, hateful, amoral and socially irresponsible acts do not exist with impunity.
Our children, family, friends — our churches and our basic faith — our society and our nation — and, yes, our teammates and our fans — suffer a tragic loss for which this is no seventh game, or a "next season" to make right.
The Hacker Wars
There may be hope on the horizon
by Haskell
February 17, 2000
The early February "denial of service attacks"
on major e-commerce sites such as Yahoo, eBay and Amazon.com may be the
talk of the town, but like the weather, nobody seems to be able to do anything
about it. Computer hacking remedies may be few and far away, but at least
two diverse voices in the wilderness have now spoken words of hope.
Financial loss estimates from these breaches
of computer system security are now in the millions of dollars. Loss of
sales revenue, shaken consumer confidence, and costly, new security requirements
all contribute to these highly publicized figures. But what the general
public does not fully understand is, in many cases, it is the independent
(affiliate), e-commerce entrepreneur who will greatly suffer out of public
view.
Wednesday's Associated Press reports informed
us that FBI Director Louis J. Freeh urged Congress to consider use of federal
racketeering RICO laws to prosecute "persistent hackers."
Web-based, small business practitioners, also, may find some
hope for justice in the fact that the FBI also urged lowering the $5,000
minimum in damages a company suffers before the government steps in waving
RICO warrants. This would then open up possibilities of civil redress.
This is good news to those directly impacted
by such vicious activity, but the same article also displayed another other
view of the same problem with, "'RICO was intended to get gangsters,' said
Jennifer Granick, a California lawyer who has represented hackers. 'Now,
it's getting a bunch of kids in black concert T-shirts.'"
Congressional hearings and the White House
"summit" meetings on Internet security may leave a bad taste in mouths
of many. Government can and should prosecute guilty by all available
means whether they wear T-shirts or three-piece-suits, but they can not
solve the root problems of security. Our government computers obviously
have problems of their own.
Then into the fray jumped Argus Systems
Group President and CEO, Randy Sandone, who issued a somewhat self-serving
but stark message on Thursday, challenging the computer security industry.
"In terms of its security infrastructure, the
World Wide Web is rotten at the core," he said. "The only way to truly
secure the system is by deploying a secure operating system." In other
words, go back to square one.
I suppose now, as in the infamous Y2-K affair,
product ordering sites will contain "alert statements" trying to reassure
the buying public. But providers should also apply patience, wisdom and
technical knowledge to any solutions they might offer and be offered.
Sandone also warned, "Disappointingly, yet not
surprisingly, the market is now being bombarded with ambulance-chasing
security vendors irresponsibly claiming to have the one-size-fits-all answer
to Internet security woes."
Both sellers and consumers are justifiably worried
and feeling like a one-legged man in a sack race, but under the circumstances,
"let the buyer beware" is one shoe that will fit either foot.
NEWS ON NEWS
by Haskell
February 9, 2000
The Associated Press has just told us what we already thought we knew: "Americans Use New News Source."
The mid-January telephone survey of 1,091 adults (at least they said they were adult) showed, since the last national campaign in 1996, only 24 percent of us cite network television as our main election news source. This is down from 39 percent almost four years ago. Local television news reflected the same decline.
According to the poll conducted by the Pew Research Center for the People & the Press, our nation's newspapers, once the primary source of campaign news for half of us, also now have dropped to less than a third for the informed electorate.
During this period, it was cable news that jumped from 23 percent to 31 percent, and our beloved Internet rose from a meager 2 percent in April of 1996 to 6 percent today.
The fact that cable television and the Internet are growing as sources for election information and coverage is not surprising. Unless you live under a rock, or in a White House press office, this is what we should have expected, although we may be surprised that the growth of these media was not greater.
What is sad, however, is the fact that approximately 10 percent of potential voters found Jay Leno, David Letterman, and MTV as a primary information source, and even greater numbers cited late night talk and comedy television as their information wellspring.
But consider this, "Political endorsements by leaders or celebrities mean little to most Americans." This, of course, comes from the same public that will remain obese rather than have Monica Lewinski tout the virtues of Jenny Craig's weight loss plan.
Yes, our information resources are burgeoning and while this should make us a better-prepared electorate, we need to worry about what we do with what we have. Yet, history shows, with the likes of Doonesbury, 50 years of bland network television, and the crush of talk-radio, today we really are no better or worse off - by choice - than we were.
R-Rated Church!
Children Under 17 Not Admitted Unless Accompanied
By An Adult
by Haskell
February 8, 2000
GAINESVILLE — The Super Bowl, icy weather and
presidential campaign politics were not the only stories dominating the
front pages of Monday's local newspapers. Depending on where you
live and what you read, there were differing local, state and national
headlines that made their way into print, but in The Times, of Gainesville,
there appeared a story that will have this community buzzing and agog probably
for weeks and months to come.
The headline: "Baptist church to review four
R-rated films."
In the byline story by staff writer Anne
Madison we learn that the four films – "Sling Blade,” "Amadeus," "The Apostle,"
and "The Last Temptation of Christ" – will be shown in the New Century
Baptist Church sanctuary on Friday evenings, free of charge. And the pastor
there points out that following the viewings there will be "a discussion
of religious implications," and strongly defends his church's decision
"to explore things like this on behalf of the community."
The pastor, Reverend Matt McEver, is a relative
newcomer to this community, but needs to understand that he brings his
enlightened, liberal theology to a community (Gainesville/Hall County)
where you can not purchase an adult men's magazine from behind a convenience
store counter, and many still remember when a couple of local, upstanding,
otherwise law abiding citizens were arrested for gambling after drawing
straws at a popular local diner to decide who was going to pay for coffee
one morning!
Showing R-rated cinematic offerings depicting
violence, bad language and nudity in the sanctuary of one of the community's
churches is not likely to go over very well here at all.
The news story did elicit response from other
church leaders including the obligatory negative comments from a Southern
Baptist minister who said folks shouldn't see R-rated movies anywhere,
especially in church. New Century Baptist Church belongs to the Cooperative
Baptist Fellowship, which split from the Southern Baptist Convention about
15 years ago over doctrinal issues.
By far, however, was the intriguing response
from an area Catholic priest who expressed concern especially about "The
Last Temptation of Christ." In this film, there is a scene in which the
character of Jesus enjoys fellowship of a sexual variety with Mary Magdalene,
and was found offensive to Catholics and Protestants across the religious
and political spectrum.
After admitting that he had not seen the movie,
it was pointed out to the good Father that the scene in question was "intended
as a fantasy, not reality." Not exactly cinéma vérité.
No one can be certain why, but for whatever reason,
the priest responded to this demythologization by saying, "a clearly-identified
fantasy would be less objectionable." He was then quoted, "I hope
an adult, with an adult faith, could see this." Local pundits know that
if "adult faith" is a prerequisite for seeing any of the films, attendance
will be severely limited.
Gainesville/Hall County is a proud community
and does have much to be proud of, but one benchmark of its identity is
"We're not Atlanta." The big city life of politics, economics and
social problems exist in abundance, but residents resist the image in every
way possible.
While it's been about ten years since the local
conservative religious leadership sought its ordained mandate of influence,
the churches and concerned citizenry of this area can not be expected to
let something this brazen slide by without challenge.
Several of the old church leaders left town just
in time, or they are doing time for legal offenses like drug possession
and child sexual molestation, but the remnants, although not necessarily
moral, and certainly not a majority will find a way to be heard.
What frightens many people too, is the fact that
this is also an election year. If you can be arrested for drawing
straws for a dollar's worth of coffee, what could happen here with the
youth group selling "concessions outside the theater?" And who could
possibly go to jail for allowing someone under the age of 17 to enter without
a legal parent or guardian?
For the next month at least, Saturday morning
reading of local headlines could become interesting and entertaining.
Discipline News:
Kids, Schools & Home Headlines
by Haskell
January 28, 2000
This week, four separate and seemingly unrelated
minor news items from around the world managed to capture in whole, or
in part, the attention of parents, educators, and hopefully ordained religious
and self-appointed social guardians everywhere.
Singularly, each has nothing to do with another,
but together they might as well be a quatrain of social commentary.
Each story in it's own right, or taken as one, invite comment, question,
complaint and even a nod of encouragement, but sadly, as 1-2-3-or-4, they
answer nothing— neither solve anything nor heal anyone. Perhaps that little
bit of encouragement is enough on which to cling in today's uncertain and
irresolute atmosphere.
First the frightening: "Rural Teens' Drug Use
Grows," this according the National Center on Addiction and Substance Abuse
at Columbia University who released their findings on Wednesday, as reported
by the Associated Press (AP).
"Eighth graders in rural America are 104 percent
likelier than those in urban centers to use amphetamines…50 percent likelier
to use cocaine….(and) 83 percent likelier to use crack cocaine…" the story
read in part. All of the numbers were alarming and prompted the research
group's president, Joseph A. Califano Jr., to urge President Clinton and
Congress to appropriate $1.6 billion in "emergency aid" to combat the problem
at home. One day before, Tuesday, the president proposed the same
amount of money in aid to Columbia to assist with the drug problem there.
Story number two: In Britain, youngsters in that
nation may soon, by law, be exempt from most forms of corporal punishment
and discipline. A 1998 case heard by the European Court of Human Rights,
has given the English Parliament cause to unveil proposals to curb parental
spanking "with anything but their hands or (from) smacking a child's head,
eyes or ears," the article stated. British law outlawed corporal punishment
in public schools in 1986, and according to the article it was not until
two years ago that the practice was halted in the private school sector.
While the new proposal is intended to strike down the Victorian-era
notion of "reasonable chastisement," deplored by the court, many in that
country do not feel that the parliament is going far enough to curb such
methods of discipline.
Health Minister, John Hulton, only noted that
"Good parenting is vital, but it can be a demanding job."
From Miami, Florida, came the story of a mother
arrested for contributing to the delinquency of her children and refusing
to comply with compulsory school attendance. Miami is just one jurisdiction
in many across the nation who are threatening parents with jail time in
order to get their children to attend classes.
Finally, in Japan, the story was a bit different.
The Japan Teachers' Union "adopted an appeal" calling for educators to
become more interactive by "fully heeding the views of students," stated
another AP story.
Citing "bullying, students' refusal to attend
school, and so-called 'collapsed classes' as challenges to be tackled by
teachers," the union said that the members should "carefully listen to
what children think, and feel that they have won students' approval, instead
of deploring that children have changed."
The outcome, results and impact of these
stories will not be known for years to come, and probably argued and debated
to death even before any real good or harm can actually be done. Corporal
punishment, listening to our kids, legal threats against parents, and the
sad reality of increasing rural drug use among our teens all made headlines
this week.
What finally happens with any or all of
this is largely dependent on our individual internal and public reaction.
But one thing that we've learned as parents and educators is that no response
and no reaction has a far greater potential for catastrophe.
Oh, yes, one more story made the headlines
this past week.
In April of last year the clouded issues of violence in the schools,
discipline, education, even religious faith and our core values were brought
into a harsh and horrendous light in a single afternoon of terror and death
in Colorado.
Now, nine months later, the debates and arguments
still rage across the country, but no real consensus has been, or probably
ever will be, reached. Spending $3.5 million in private funds to
build a memorial atrium and raze the library where 10 students of a total
15 victims lost their lives is fast becoming an issue of its own, and that
is sad. When second and third tier agendas overshadow the initial
and overriding questions, we lose much more that we gain by this shedding
of collateral blood and tears.
We can only wish that the next headlines we read,
see, or hear will be truly positive in nature.
by Haskell
January 26, 2000
This week, four separate and seemingly unrelated
minor news items from around the world managed to capture in whole, or
in part, the attention of parents, educators, and hopefully ordained religious
and self-appointed social guardians everywhere.
Singularly, each has nothing to do with another,
but together they might as well be a quatrain of social commentary.
Each story in it's own right, or taken as one, invite comment, question,
complaint and even a nod of encouragement, but sadly, as 1-2-3-or-4, they
answer nothing— neither solve anything nor heal anyone. Perhaps that little
bit of encouragement is enough on which to cling in today's uncertain and
irresolute atmosphere.
First the frightening: "Rural Teens' Drug Use
Grows," this according the National Center on Addiction and Substance Abuse
at Columbia University who released their findings on Wednesday, as reported
by the Associated Press (AP).
"Eighth graders in rural America are 104 percent
likelier than those in urban centers to use amphetamines…50 percent likelier
to use cocaine….(and) 83 percent likelier to use crack cocaine…" the story
read in part. All of the numbers were alarming and prompted the research
group's president, Joseph A. Califano Jr., to urge President Clinton and
Congress to appropriate $1.6 billion in "emergency aid" to combat the problem
at home. One day before, Tuesday, the president proposed the same
amount of money in aid to Columbia to assist with the drug problem there.
Story number two: In Britain, youngsters in that
nation may soon, by law, be exempt from most forms of corporal punishment
and discipline. A 1998 case heard by the European Court of Human Rights,
has given the English Parliament cause to unveil proposals to curb parental
spanking "with anything but their hands or (from) smacking a child's head,
eyes or ears," the article stated. British law outlawed corporal punishment
in public schools in 1986, and according to the article it was not until
two years ago that the practice was halted in the private school sector.
While the new proposal is intended to strike down the Victorian-era
notion of "reasonable chastisement," deplored by the court, many in that
country do not feel that the parliament is going far enough to curb such
methods of discipline.
Health Minister, John Hulton, only noted that
"Good parenting is vital, but it can be a demanding job."
From Miami, Florida, came the story of a mother
arrested for contributing to the delinquency of her children and refusing
to comply with compulsory school attendance. Miami is just one jurisdiction
in many across the nation who are threatening parents with jail time in
order to get their children to attend classes.
Finally, in Japan, the story was a bit different.
The Japan Teachers' Union "adopted an appeal" calling for educators to
become more interactive by "fully heeding the views of students," stated
another AP story.
Citing "bullying, students' refusal to attend
school, and so-called 'collapsed classes' as challenges to be tackled by
teachers," the union said that the members should "carefully listen to
what children think, and feel that they have won students' approval, instead
of deploring that children have changed."
The outcome, results and impact of these
stories will not be known for years to come, and probably argued and debated
to death even before any real good or harm can actually be done. Corporal
punishment, listening to our kids, legal threats against parents, and the
sad reality of increasing rural drug use among our teens all made headlines
this week.
What finally happens with any or all of
this is largely dependent on our individual internal and public reaction.
But one thing that we've learned as parents and educators is that no response
and no reaction has a far greater potential for catastrophe.
Oh, yes, one more story made the headlines
this past week.
In April of last year the clouded issues of violence in the schools,
discipline, education, even religious faith and our core values were brought
into a harsh and horrendous light in a single afternoon of terror and death
in Colorado.
Now, nine months later, the debates and arguments
still rage across the country, but no real consensus has been, or probably
ever will be, reached. Spending $3.5 million in private funds to
build a memorial atrium and raze the library where 10 students of a total
15 victims lost their lives is fast becoming an issue of its own, and that
is sad. When second and third tier agendas overshadow the initial
and overriding questions, we lose much more that we gain by this shedding
of collateral blood and tears.
We can only wish that the next headlines we read,
see, or hear will be truly positive in nature.
January 1, 2000 came and went and the predictions of Armageddon, financial catastrophe and total mayhem created by a mere faulty computer chip were never realized. Serious, and needed, questions and issues now remain for industry and government leaders to wade through as they assess costs estimated in the billions of dollars to Americans.
Maybe, just maybe, we weren't listening carefully. When the prophets first cried out in the wilderness did we hear the voice come down from the mountaintop, or did we just imagine it arising from Silicone Valley and echoing through the concrete jungle of Wall Street?
If you haven't been looking closely, or have been too sick to get up and check, the millennium bug has struck! Since New Year's Eve, hospitals across the nation have been bulging with millions of patients, including their own stricken staff. This condition, bordering on epidemic, has forced many health care providers to stop, curtail, or dramatically alter their usual mode of operation.
The US continental span and scope of this year's outbreak is still being tallied, but press wire reports have chronicled effects that include gurneys parked in hospital hallways in Texas, the necessity of using refrigerated lorries as temporary morgues in the U.K., postponement of continuing millennium events in Scotland, and the prediction of as many as 20 percent of the population of the Netherlands being eventually downed by the flu.
In the end, this Y2K-bug will have more far-reaching personal, economic and social effects than the highly touted computer glitch ever approached.
Still, modern man has a way to make lemonade out of lemons. It has become a rule of modern supply-side economics: wherever there is woe, there is a way to make money. Someone is always getting rich off someone else's illness, calamity, fear, or necessity. Perhaps not as brazen as the profit takers of the great millennial hoax, but probably more aggravating in many ways, stories are being published on pharmaceutical companies soaring stocks, and the positive impact on many medical related businesses.
One segment that is not going to be able to profit from this real bug is the church. Less attendance due to illness means less cash in the offering plate. Maybe church members can donate bottled water, batteries, and freeze-dried food. Somehow, it seems only fair.
To be honest, however, I was not listening too closely, either. I thought they said "Y2K-Hug" and in the spirit of the season went around passing on influenza germs to everyone within reach.
© January, 2000 by Haskell
by Haskell
January 14, 2000
News from the Labor Department that Occupational Safety and Health Act regulations may adversely affect America's growing numbers of telecommuters is not only sad, but also frightening.
The idea now is that employers can be held responsible for the safety of a worker's environment even while he or she is operating from home. This is good up to a point and probably necessary when it comes to things like paper cuts, eye strain and the dreaded carpal-tunnel syndrome, but Big Brother needs to back off from there.
If we are to have a life away from the downtown connector and wasted time and energy searching for those elusive parking spaces, many of us enjoy (even demand) the option of working from home.
This not only cuts down on traffic, smog, accidents, insurance costs and resulting road rage, court fights, and fistfights, but telecommuting actually has the potential of increasing employee productivity, improving mental health and building stronger marriages and more stable families.
To create a situation through government meddling where employers are no longer willing or able to offer the option of seeing my smiling E-mail face by 9:00 a.m., the personal, financial and technological strides of the past 20 years will be sorely negated.
One other thing to consider: how will this regulation be enforced? Will my bosses drop in to see if my ergonomics are in order? Will government inspectors show up at my door at 4:30 p.m. and look over this mess I call wiring that grows under my desk? The possibilities are horrific!
One writer/editor I know works the same odd hours I do and we agree - if we had to work out of a single newspaper or magazine office downtown we would not be able to earn as much or enjoy the lives we have based on our flexible work arrangements.
She does, however, do one thing quite unique: she writes while soaking in a large indoor Jacuzzi (she says it helps her think). I've been to her "home-office," and must admit it's quite an arrangement. Besides the board mounted on the side of the tub for her laptop computer, there is also a television for her soaps and a radio for early morning local news. That many appliances plugged up that close to standing water is not recommended by any of the owner's manuals, but it works (so far) for her.
I would really like to be there when a contract employer and an OSHA representative come by demanding to inspect her working conditions. The only real unsafe situation will be the one in which the intruders find themselves!
And to think, I'm worried about the telephone I had installed in my bathroom.
© January, 2000 by Haskell
by Haskell
January 16, 2000
A recent Associated Press story, dateline - Albany (GA), appeared in one paper under the headline, "Ga. Could become world leader in cattle cloning."
It seems that the University of Georgia and the Georgia Research Alliance have received a $1.5 million research endowment to clone cattle and improve on Mother Nature. And this, at least according to the AP, "could someday produce human medicines or better meat and milk." Most of us, however, remember the lesson learned from our childhood television education - "it's not nice to fool (with) Mother Nature."
The cloning project head, Steve Stice, denying they were 'playing God,' was quoted as saying, "I try to explain that we're really just trying to do what Mother Nature is allowing us to do." Perhaps the jury is still out on that one.
Ever since Dolly, the clone-in-law of an identical ovine, appeared in Scotland in 1996, scientists have been lurking in stables the world over, most often in secret, working on various cloning projects and to date, besides sheep, they have managed to genetically replicate about 100 cattle.
Where does it all stop? According to the director of Georgia Research Alliance, Bill Todd, the cloning project also will be looking into the poultry industry, which will cause us to wonder, which came first - the chicken or the cow? Even if it means the world will finally have a nutritious fifty- cent cloned-chicken-salad sandwich, most of us just aren't quite ready to cross that road.
The real news coming out of Georgia, however, was that Stice eventually hopes to be the first to clone a pig. Pigs, it would seem, are more sensitive creatures, at least where their sperm cells, eggs, and embryos are concerned, but said Stice, "Since pigs and humans are biologically similar, scientists may someday be able to clone pigs that have organs which could be transplanted into humans."
Though the possibilities are endless, we must acknowledge that perhaps before violating the poor, sensitive pig, scientists should start with its less irascible and discriminating porcine cousin - the politician. It would at least be a gain for scientific research while protecting the sanctity of nature. The end result of building a politician's politician would have no other socially redeeming value or quality, but animal rights activist would have no reason to protest.
It's quite possible that God likes His cows, sheep, goats, and horses just the way they are. But the politician can only be improved by genetic tinkering. If extinction of the subspecies Politicus-enigmus were not in Nature's plan, then maybe man would have a beneficial role to play.
A Saturday in the Piedmont of North Carolina
can be a delightful and peaceful enough experience, unless of course there's
an auto race, basketball game, or neighborhood fish fry and fistfight,
but I generally liked it there.
Recently, however, there seemed to have
been an influx of antisocial behavior that threatened the very fabric of
convivial coexistence that I had come to expect, and about which we, any
of us, could do little. We do so little because it is thrust upon
us by one of the American sacred cows that graze so freely across today's
red-white-and-blue landscape. Along with gun-toting yahoos, women
with a grudge, Presidential and political breast-beating, and other such
nonsense, stands foremost, of course, the church.
While most of all the others agenda bearers
simply inundate my personal and E-mail services with garbage, clutter up
the highways with obnoxious signage, or ruin re-runs of M*A*S*H with unbelievable,
ubiquitous commercial rantings, the church can still come directly to your
door with their "personal message."
Seventh Day Adventist's generally will
take a polite "no thank you," and I learned a long time ago to save all
tracts from the Jehovah's Witnesses, bind them up in large rubber bands
and simply ask if they wish to add to my collection, but I still can't
seem to do much with the conservative Protestant protesters that seemingly
come out of the woodwork.
This church invasion is getting out of
hand. They come when I'm napping in the morning; when I'm napping
in the afternoon; when I'm eating my evening meal; and when I'm napping
after dinner. Christ said, "I give you peace…" Well, he didn't
live in my community of proselytizing evangelical churches!
On a recent Saturday, one of the brightest,
warmest days of the new spring, I had opportunity, and need, to make a
few repairs to the old Ford. I had waited all winter - driving without
one headlight, needing to replace the windshield washer pump motor, and
having to install a new side-view mirror that had been broken since the
previous August. Ever present walking cane in hand, leg brace, tools
and iced-tea, I was fully prepared for the task. I loved the mid-morning
project: I was like a bear coming out of hibernation. That, by the
way, must be a modern social phenomena, because the entire population of
our apartment complex, those with wrenches and willpower, seemed to have
the same idea.
The entire surreal, testosteronal experience
was marred before the first "Emma, bring me another drink," or, "Oh, damn,
I broke it!" echoed between the buildings and across the parking area!
A badly painted van with uneven lettering pronouncing "The First Conservative
Christian Church" pulled up and began unloading do-gooders with no mechanical
aptitude among them. It was not a pretty sight.
Some neighbors had the sense to flee to
their apartments, lock their doors, and seek deep shelter like a Belgrade
Serb at 8 p.m., but others like myself wanted to finish what we were doing
and get on with our weekend.
Two men in their mid-thirties and a woman
approximately ten years their junior approached with Bibles and tracts
in hand, "May we speak with you for a moment?"
Barely looking up, I briefly shook my head in
negative fashion, "I'm a little busy at the moment." I should not
have been surprised that this didn't slow them down one iota.
"Sir, do you and your family attend church
locally?"
"I'm not married, but my girlfriend was
a Preacher's kid, so she quit." I should have left the subject alone
there, but proceeded, "I haven't been since I moved up here from Georgia."
"Oh, what church did you attend in Georgia?"
Without batting an eye, I lied as matter
of factly as I could, "Beulah Baptist Church, Bar-B-Que., and Bait Shop
on highway 401 in Waukacatcha County…'dinner on the grounds every Sunday
- bring your own utensils'." It's a long name, but it worked well for church
announcements on the local radio station's "Church Page & Swap Shop."
There was a moment of silence to consider
my answer before the young woman finally spoke, "Well, at least you're
a Baptist!" I wasn't sure if that was a compliment.
I couldn't let it end there: "Actually,
I was raised as an Episcopalian…attended the Church of Saint Je Nais Sais
Quoi for 15 years!"
Now, they just stared at each other, confused
and in doubt about everything I had to say about anything. The elder
missionary, not really sure if he was being had, reached out and put a
single religious flyer beneath my windshield wiper blade. "OK, OK,"
he said somewhat sourly, "We'll just leave this with you and I’ll be sure
to pray for you."
As he turned to walk away, I raised up from beneath
the car hood, and in a very loud voice called after the retreating religious
rogue, "Sir!"
All three ‘missionaries” stopped in their tracks
and turned to face me as I countered sternly, "I live with Multiple Sclerosis
everyday. I survived cancer. I survived Vietnam. I survived
a 15-year hell-on-wheels marriage, and I even survived nearly ten years
as a Southern Baptist! Give me and my Master Mechanic a little credit.
You can pray for this car, but leave me out of it!"
They rounded up the others, boarded their van and left without another word.
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