For the past several decades our sensibilities have been assaulted with cries of numerous kinds of “justice” mostly, but not entirely, from the left wing. We have heard “economic justice”, “racial justice”, “gender justice” (which I would suppose refers to grammatical constructions), and, the ubiquitous “social justice.” Now at the United Nations meeting in Durban, South Africa, there are demonstrations for “climate justice.” I have never seen, or found a way to use, any of those terms in a coherent sentence without enclosing them in quotes, as above. Anytime one uses an adjective — a modifier — the word is limited in some manner. Either justice is just for all involved in the event or transaction, or it does not exist at all. All of these modified forms of “justice” ultimately involve favoring members of one artificial group over one or more members of another, and disregard “individual justice”, which is also invalid because it is redundant, unlike the oxymoronic others.
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Poop Prospecting
It was brought to my attention that BLT Steak at 1625 I Street NW, in Washington, D.C. has recently offered a choice of 99% burger or 1% burger. The former is a 6 oz. cheeseburger with, of course, American cheese on whole grain bread for $9.99, while the latter is a 8 oz. Kobe burger, braised Kobe short rib, with foie gras, gold leaf, and Grey Poupon for $58. BLT, reportedly a favorite of K Street lobbyists, offers other politically themed burgers described at this link.
I am definitely for the 99%er – no poop for me, either grey or gold, but the inclusion of the $1700/oz. garnish on the 1%er, makes me wonder if the next prospecting opportunity lies at the D.C. sewage treatment plant.
96 50′ 9.85" W; 32 50′ 42.22"N
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Jonathan Massey, the principal architect for Corgan Associates on the current reconfiguration of the Love Field terminal here in Dallas, last summer first heard the question of the location of the Boeing 707, N26000, which served as Air Force One when Lyndon B. Johnson was sworn-in as President on the day President Kennedy was assassinated. According to a story today in the Dallas Morning News, the spot had never been marked and was long forgotten.
Massey, attentive to detail like only an architect can be, apparently went on a personal crusade to discover not only the exact location of the airplane, but that of President Johnson when he took the oath. From photographs, diagrams and floor-plans, and other documents long gathering dust in archives and museums, including our own Sixth Floor, he finally determined, within inches, where LBJ actually stood. It is 96 50′ 9.85″ W longitude; 32 50′ 42.22″N latitude. This has to give a new meaning to precision, or maybe obsessive compulsiveness.
Speaking of compulsiveness, can I add my own? David Flick, the staff writer who authored the new item reports that only four other presidents have taken the oath of office outside of Washington (George Washington, Chester Arthur, Theodore Roosevelt and Calvin Coolidge). I believe it is actually five. John Adams was inaugurated in Philadelphia, which was serving as the national capital while Washington, D.C. was still being built – and it wasn’t named “Washington” at the time.
May I add one more observation. Four Presidents have been assassinated while in office, and there have been fourteen known attempts (which include, as of recent, President Obama) of varying degrees of competence. Only Lincoln’s murder, the attempt on Truman, and, possibly, McKinley’s assassination were organized political conspiracies. The others, despite the efforts of those with various agendas, have not proven to have been anything other than the work of obsessive compulsive nut cases. I emphatically include Lee Harvey Oswald’s terribly unfortunate success.
The obvious dance partner
Wanted: New Dancing Partner
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My always alert, knowledgable, and prescient brother Steve contributes this interesting tidbit from the writersalmanac.com
met in the Capitol Building in Washington, D.C., for the first time.
Another Veterans’ Day essay
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Five years ago, I wrote this book review for a local publication. Considering a comment on my earlier post today, I thought it might be worth some minor editing (the original became somewhat dated because of subsequent events) and publishing again.
Among the Dead Cities: The History and Moral Legacy of the WWII Bombing of Civilians in Germany and Japan, A. C. Grayling. Walker & Company March 2006.
Veterans’ Day Remembrance
Veterans’ Day was originally celebrated as Armistice Day to commemorate the effective surrender of Imperial Germany which ended World War I in 1918. Although that surrender was for all intents and purposes a victory of the United States forces who arrived barely in time to save France and Britain from collapse, the cease fire date and time – the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month — was at the insistence of French commander Marshal Ferdinand Foch, who conducted the negotiations.
Magic Horses and Flute
October 18 – 20, 2011 — Traveled to Vienna via Austrian Airlines. Martha and I have for years wanted to see a Mozart opera in the Vienna State Opera house, and we learned that The Magic Flute was playing there for one night.
On the 19th we attended the morning practice at the Spanish Riding School located in the heart of the old city, featuring the famous Lipizzaner horses. These are not the full performances they put on from time to time, but rather individual training for horses and riders. There are four 30 minute sessions for five horses each. The various gaits, poises, and jumps the horses perform during the period are impressive. The riders wear their performance uniforms, and doff their hats toward the former imperial box when they enter. At one time, there was no charge for attending the sessions, but the interest was so great, a small entrance fee was imposed. Though in Austria, the school’s name comes from the origin of the Lipizzaner breed, and reflects the fact that the Habsburg family once ruled half of Europe, including Spain, during the 16th and 17th Centuries. The conquest of Mexico and most of South and Central America was accomplished under Charles V, who was the king of Spain as well as Austria, half of Germany, Italy, and the Netherlands. The horses were sent to the Czech lands during the latter part of World War II and nearly fell into the hands of the Soviet Army but for the efforts of General George Patton, himself an avid horseman.
We also visited the Mozart house about a block from St. Stephen’s cathedral. It is reputed to be where Mozart spent his last days composing the famous Requiem. It is now a museum and has quite a few original documents, including Mozart’s composition manuscripts. Like it was presented the film Amadeus, the manuscripts have no corrections or edits – as if he was “taking dictation from God.” The allegation that Antonio Salieri killed Mozart out of jealousy was debunked, though, as well as the legend that the Freemasons had him done in for revealing their secrets in The Magic Flute.
The opera itself was enjoyable. The orchestra and vocalists were suitably great. The performers seemed to be mostly Russian, at least by their names. The set was too abstract and unimpressively avant-garde for me, though. And the costumes were weird, some almost Halloweenish. The Dallas Opera is performing The Magic Flute this coming May. I am sure it will be an interesting comparison. One note: here in Dallas and I suppose most of the U.S., translations are presented in super-titles above the stage. In Vienna there are LCD screens on the back of the seats in German or English, as one chooses. The building was severely damaged by American and British bombs during the war, but completely restored with modern infrastructure in the 1950s, as were many other historical buildings in Europe that were casualties of the war.
The Innocent from abroad returns
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A journey to Europe and the consequent backlog of work upon my return, resulted in this being my first post since October 15. I kept notes on the events and had a laptop and access to the internet during my travels, but decided not to post until I had some time to reflect. All in all, it was a great trip. Flights were uneventful, accommodations comfortable, and weather was good.
We left DFW the evening of October 16 and arrived at Charles De Gaulle Airport outside Paris the next morning. The airport, as well as the main train stations in Paris, are all reminiscent of the bar scene in Star Wars, but somewhat friendlier. No Wookies, but some of those present were close. There is a direct, express train from CDG to central Paris that is the best way to get there I’ve found. It takes about 40 minutes and passes by Le Bourget Airport, famous for the site of Charles Lindbergh’s landing in 1927. It now is used only for general aviation and air shows, but houses the French Air and Space Museum. Cannot see much from the train.
My brother Steve and belle-soeur Leslie are sojourning in Paris for a year and have a decent flat on the left bank amid numerous foreign embassies and near the French equivalent of our State Department
After dinner at a sidewalk café, I had my first taste of bicycle riding on Paris streets. There are rental racks throughout the city where anyone can procure a bike. To access, you purchase an electronic access card and put a deposit of €150 (about $200 at current exchange rates) which you get back if you return the bike. There’s no extra cost for the first ½ hour, but charges start accruing beyond that. Works just fine; the only hitch is if the rack near where you are going is full, which can occur. The ride was early evening after dark, so we managed to see the Eiffel Tower fully illuminated.
I took a photo.
More to come.





