1.30.2020 – more flexible

more flexible
W76
deterrent option

Double U, Seventy Six.

W76-2 to be more precise.

What is the W76-2 you ask?

It is our latest nuclear bomb.

It just shipped out on US Submarines from Kings Bay Naval base at the North River in southeastern Georgia.

It’s production was ordered from the White House in 2018.

According to the Guardian,

The US has deployed its first low-yield Trident nuclear warhead on a submarine that is currently patrolling the Atlantic Ocean, it has been reported, in what arms control advocates warn is a dangerous step towards making a nuclear launch more likely.

Advocates of W76-2 argued that the US had no effective deterrent against Russian tactical weapons because Moscow assumed Washington would not risk using the overwhelming power of its intercontinental ballistic missiles in response, for fear of escalating from a regional conflict to a civilian-destroying war.

Deployment of new US nuclear warhead on submarine a dangerous step, critics sayJulian Borger, Wed 29 Jan 2020.

This is what worries me most about Trump-mania.

When the news focuses almost on the President and what he SAYS, who is paying attention to what he does?

In the last 2 years, the decision was made that the US needed a newer SMALLER Nuclear Bomb.

A bomb SMALLER than the ones dropped on Japan in 1945.

A bomb small enough that if dropped on the US Capitol Building would destroy the building but not even cause windows to break at the White House.

Maybe that is what appealed to the President.

A comparison of how Washington, D.C. might be impacted by the detonation of, from left to right, a W88, a W76-1, and a W76-2, as a generic example, according to NUKEMAP’s models. The gray outer circle is the maximum extent of light damage, such as broken windows. The yellow circle, clearly visible in the cases of the W88 and W76-1, is the extent of thermal raditation, which can cause third degree burns. The other colored bands cover more extensive damage and the spread of radiation, as well as the immediate fireball, outlined in red.

(Above from Navy Missile Sub Has Begun Its First Patrol Armed With Controversial Low Yield Nukesauthor: joe@thedrive.com)

The bomb went into production.

The bomb went into deployment.

Did anyone notice?

I did not notice.

I like to think I follow such things.

I accept the policy of Mutual assured destruction (MAD).

I accept the idea that these bombs are here, both sides have them and that’s that.

I am reminded of Carl Sagan on Nuclear War when he said, “The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.”

Now the US has the W76-2.

Still waist deep in the gasoline.

But smaller matches.

1.20.2020 – MLK Birthday

MLK Birthday
come so far, so far to go
Shall we yet overcome?

I found myself in a one of those small vendor booths at an antique mall in Dahlonega, Georgia on MLK Day.

The booth was filled with Confederate flags, blankets, license plates, mugs and books.

Faceout upon faceout of books.

Books with titles like “IN THE HOUSE OF ABRAHAM-Was Lincoln Illegitimate?

A Tribute to Jefferson Davis.

And

Living Confederate Principles: A Heritage For All Time

Lots of arguments waiting to get started.

Arguing with folks whose minds were made up a long time ago.

Come far.

But so far to come.

Shall we yet overcome?

I am reminded of the lines from Mr. Sandburg’s poem, Grass.

What places is this?

Where are we now?

I am the grass ….

let me work.

Some day.

Grass by Carl Sandburg.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.

Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?

I am the grass.
Let me work.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we

I am the grass.
Let me work.

1.17.202 – grumbling, arguing

grumbling, arguing
warped, crooked children
shine among them, stars
!

Over my desk is a bust of ‘the young’ Abraham Lincoln.

Beardless if not young.

Next to it on the wall is a cast the life mask of Mr. Lincoln, made in April, 1860 that was the model for the bust.

Daily reminders of Lincoln that I see a lot more often than I see a penny these days.

I watch the political processes of today.

The debates.

The hearings.

The sound bites.

In place of the best and the brightest, how has this pack of grumbling, arguing, warped, crooked children got themselves elected.

That’s the rub isn’t it?

Elected.

Elected by us the voters.

Where are the candidates today?

The candidates who shine among them like stars?

Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?

Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you.

(I got today’s haiku verbiage from Philippians 2:14-16, Do everything without grumbling or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, “children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.” Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky as you hold firmly to the word of life. And then I will be able to boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labor in vain. (NIV ))

1.15.2020 -Special days, Birthdays

Special days, Birthdays
One day love to remember
My Wife’s day today

January 15, 1958 was a Wednesday and a bitterly cold day across the Grand Rapids, Michigan area.

My wife says she was born into the cold and didn’t like it and hasn’t liked it since.

As she is the 12th of 12 children, I could say the expected, “saving the best for last” or “cheaper by the dozen.”

But I won’t.

As it is her birthday, I could quote Mr. Twain when he said, “Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.”

But I won’t.

I AM reminded of Mr. Dryden on love and time when he wrote;

“Love and Time with reverence use,
Treat them like a parting friend:
Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send:
For each year their price is more,
And they less simple than before.”

My wife and I have been together a long time.

Lots of birthdays

Lots of years.

Our lives together are more complex each year.

The price of those years seems to increase as they increase with issues.

Love and time are at the bottom of it all.

Through love, over time, those years with her are a ‘golden gift’.

So today, my hope for her is for a happy birthday.

And a wish, at any price, for many more.

1.14.2020 – plan to disagree?

plan to disagree?
willful misunderstanding?
different drummers

The other day I quoted Founding Father John Adams’ Rule of Thirds.

Mr. Adams paraphrased rule states, “1/3rd of the people were for it, 1/3rd of the people neutral, and 1/3rd of the people opposed.”

Adams was writing about the almost war with France in the early 1800’s.

Observing the political discussion of today, I am struck by the application of Adam’s rule of thirds.

I am also stuck by the willful misunderstanding of both sides by the other side.

I am sure that before any question, people on either side, have taken their side, and plan to disagree.

Mr. Sun Tzu wrote that a battle is won or lost before it is begun.

Political questions are answered before they are ever asked.

When I started to write this, I was going to bemoan the lack of discussion.

The lack of debate.

The lack of a willingness to see the other side.

If the my dummers are loud enough, I don’t even have to pretend to hear the different drummers.

Then I asked myself what era or political question was I planning to use as a good example?

Mr. Adam’s Rule of Thirds keeps raising its ugly head.

About the only illustration I can come up with is a story my Father used to tell.

My Father’s relatives were farmers in what was then rural Ottawa County in Western Michigan.

My Father remembered how one day during the depression, his Dad took him and his sisters out to visit the family farm.

While everyone was saying hello, meeting and greeting, my Dad’s cousin came into the house.

My Dad says, “hey, where you been?”

The cousin says, “Voting!”

He pointed to the outhouse in the backyard.

“I cast my ballot for Hoover!”