A

I have maintained this Blog since early June 2003. Here is another definition of a Blog:

blog

Definition

A frequent, chronological publication of personal thoughts and Web links.

Information

A blog is often a mixture of what is happening in a person's life and what is happening on the Web, a kind of hybrid diary/guide site, although there are as many unique types of blogs as there are people.

People maintained blogs long before the term was coined, but the trend gained momentum with the introduction of automated published systems, most notably Blogger at blogger.com. Thousands of people use services such as Blogger to simplify and accelerate the publishing process.

Blogs are alternatively called web logs or weblogs. However, "blog" seems less likely to cause confusion, as "web log" can also mean a server's log files.

Synonyms
web log
weblog

And that defines my blog — Sapper's (Fair & Balanced) Rants & Raves. Be careful! Adult content.

(Fair & Balanced) Rants & Raves Returns After Weekend Hiatus

I went on a road trip this weekend. I left Amarillo on Friday morning at 11:00am and arrived in the Texas Hill Country at 6:30pm. 400+ miles in 7+ hours. The trip from the Texas Panhandle to the Texas Hill Country is awesome. Probably my favorite place on my route is Paint Rock (pop. 320), the seat of Concho County. Next to it is Bronte (pop. 300-something). North of Bronte, you cross the North Kickapoo Creek. East of Bronte, heading toward Ballinger, you cross East Kickapoo Creek. I have never approached Bronte, TX from the south or the west. My destination was Mo-Ranch a conference facility maintained by the Synod of the Sun of the Presbyterian Church (USA). The Synod of the Sun provides support and assistance for the congregations in Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Louisiana. The greatest number of Presbyterians in the Synod of the Sun congregations are in Texas. Mo-Ranch is an amazing place. Originally, a vacation site for the chairman of Marathon Oil Co — Dan Moran — the Presbyterians were able to buy Mo-Ranch from the Moran estate approximately 53 years ago. Mr. Moran — a Roman Catholic — was angered by the presumptive arrogance of the Church leaders. Moran changed his will and did not give Mo-Ranch to the Roman Catholic Church. A Presbyterian friend of the Moran family contacted the Presbyterian denomination leadership and the PCUSA (or its predecessor) purchased Mo-Ranch. The site has become a preeminent conference center from the PCUSA. Mo-Ranch is situated on the Guadalupe River (one of the three main rivers in the Hill Country). So the Ranch offers both aquatic activities and rock climbing and the like. It is one of the finest conference facilities that I have ever seen.

I left Mo-Ranch on Sunday morning and drove 7+ hours back to Amarillo. Only in Texas: that's a weekend road trip.

If this be (fair & balanced) travel writing, so be it.

$87B? That's MORE than the U. S. spends on EDUCATION!

Just when I was about to despair (the usually sensible William Safire reverted to the Nixonian stay the course rhetoric and attacked the merchants of dismay), good ol' Maureen Dowd offered a bracing assessment of Bush 43 (W) compared with Bush 41 (Poppy). My two favorite girls (excuse the sexist language — I've been in Texas for 37 years! — and I know that Molly Ivins and Maureen Dowd are women!) have really gotten past all of the act and reveal the boy king as he is: without an idea and without clothes. Rummy is coming close to equating the foes of the Administration policy in Iraq as traitors. If only the Soviet Union had NOT fallen, Rummy could play the Commie card. So now, in the view of the administration, if you criticize the Iraq policy, you are a fellow traveler with Al Quaeda. If this be (fair & balanced) treason, make the most of it!

[x NYTimes]
From Swagger to Stagger
By MAUREEN DOWD

WASHINGTON — On one channel tonight, we can watch the iconic side of the Bush presidency. In the risibly revisionist Showtime movie "DC 9/11: Time of Crisis," George W. Bush is Vin Diesel-tough as he battles terrorists. "If some tinhorn terrorist wants me, tell him to come get me," the fictional president fictionally snaps on Air Force One after the 9/ll attacks. "I'll just be waiting for the bastard."

On network channels at the same time — W. is pre-empting himself! — we can watch the ironic side of the Bush presidency. Even though Bush the Younger has done everything in his power not to replicate the fate of his dad, he is replicating the fate of his dad. Only months after swaggering out of a successful war with Iraq, he is struggling with the economy. His numbers have fallen so fast, Top Gun is now tap dancing. He will address the nation to try to underscore the imaginary line that links the budget-busting pit of Iraq to the heartbreaking pit of 9/11.

Just as the father failed to finish off Saddam, so the son has failed to finish off Saddam. Just as the conservatives once carped that the father did not go far enough in Iraq, now the "cakewalk" crowd carps that the son does not go far enough.

"We need to get Iraq right and we're trying to do it a little bit on the cheap," Bill Kristol, the Weekly Standard editor, chastised on "Nightline." "I think we could use more troops; we could certainly use more money."

The more you do, the more you need to do. That's the Mideast quicksand, which is why it is so important to know how you're going to get out before you get sucked in.

Dick Cheney's dark idea that a show of brutal force would scare off terrorists has ended up creating more terrorists.

Tonight will be a stomach-churning moment for Mr. Bush, and he must be puzzling over how he got snarled in this nightmare, with Old Europe making him beg, North Korea making him wince, the deficit making him cringe, the lost manufacturing jobs making him gulp; with the hawks caving in to the U.N. and to old Saddam Baath army members who want to rebuild a security force; with Representative David Obey demanding the unilateral heads of Rummy and Wolfie, so that "Uncle Sam doesn't become Uncle Sucker"; with the F.B.I. warning that more Islamic terrorists who know how to fly planes may be burrowing into our neighborhoods.

Does Mr. Bush ever wonder if the neocons duped him and hijacked his foreign policy? Some Middle East experts think some of the neocons painted a rosy picture for the president of Arab states blossoming with democracy when they really knew this could not be accomplished so easily; they may have cynically suspected that it was far more likely that the Middle East would fall into chaos and end up back in its pre-Ottoman Empire state, Balkanized into a tapestry of rival fiefs — based on tribal and ethnic identities, with no central government — so busy fighting each other that they would be no threat to us, or Israel.

The administration is worried now about Jordan and Saudi Arabia in the face of roiling radicalism.

Some veterans of Bush 41 think that the neocons packaged their "inverted Trotskyism," as the writer John Judis dubbed their rabid desire to export their "idealistic concept of internationalism," so that it appealed to Bush 43's born-again sense of divine mission and to the desire of Mr. Bush, Rummy and Mr. Cheney to achieve immortality by transforming the Middle East and the military.

These realpolitik veterans of Bush 41 say that Bush père, an old-school internationalist who ceaselessly tried to charm allies as U.N. ambassador and in the White House, "agonized" over the bullying approach his son's administration used at the U.N. and around the globe.

Some of the father's old circle are thinking about forming a Republican group that would speak out against the neocons. "What's happening in Iraq is puzzling," said one Bush 41 official. "The president ran on no-nation-building. Now we're in this drifting, aimless empire that is not helping the road map to peace."

W. has always presented himself as the heir of Reagan, and dissed his father's presidency, using it as a template of what not to do.

But as he tries to dig himself out tonight, he may wish he had emulated the old man, at least when it comes to slicing the deficit and playing nice with the allies.

Copyright © 2003 The New York Times Company