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What a long strange trip it was
Greetings from Columbia!
You know, I consider myself a reasonably savvy traveler. Back in the day I would be flying somewhere for work three weeks out of every month. I guess in the intervening years I’ve gotten stupid or something. Or at least I was yesterday.
Things started out pleasantly enough I suppose. We exited our apartment in Gireum-dong, crossed the street to the bus stop for the airport limo, and set about waiting for it to arrive. A cab driver approached and asked me in near perfect English (including an English accent) if he “might interest me in transport to the airport”. I asked him how much and he told me the usual fare is around W75,000 plus toll. I sensed a negotiation was about to ensue so I called over the pro Jee Yeun. They went back in forth for a while (in Korean of course), and in short order I saw the driver grimace and nod in agreement. Jee Yeun had gotten a W30,000 fare including the toll, the same price as the bus! I think we both felt a little guilty about it and Jee Yeun told me to give him a big tip. I told the driver during the drive that I was going to give him something extra for his troubles. He told me that wasn’t necessary, he had agreed to the price and that was satisfactory. At the airport I gave him extra anyway.
During the drive the cabbie asked my what I thought about Donald Trump. I said I thought he was pretty much a clown, but he has a message that resonates with many Americans (including me). I also told him I’d rather have a clown as president than a liar and a crook like Hillary. Anyway, that was the first time I’ve ever discussed American politics with a Korean cab driver. The driver then offered up the three best things that are uniquely Korean–Hanguel, Korean food, and Korean mothers. I agreed on the first two, said I’d never had a Korean mother, but opined that Korean women are the most beautiful in the world. He responded the women get even better when they become moms. It was a much more pleasant ride than I’ve every had on the airport limo.
We got to the airport four hours before our scheduled departure. The check-in counters weren’t open yet, so Jee Yeun had lunch and I went outside to vape. After dropping our luggage and getting our boarding passes, we cleared security and immigration in short order, then Jee Yeun hit the duty free stores and I found a place for a beer and a sandwich near our gate. Finally it was time to board and we ensconced ourselves in our exit row seats (for which I had paid a $350. premium) for the long flight to Dallas-Fort Worth.
It’s been a long time since I’ve flown American Airlines, but I figured they couldn’t be much worse than United or Delta. I was wrong about that. The food was practically inedible, but that wasn’t really a surprise. I have grown accustomed though to passing the endless time on board by watching movies via the seat back entertainment system. Except for the first hour or so they crew couldn’t get it to work. After a couple of reboots, it finally came on line but it didn’t turn out to be worth waiting for. Unlike every other freaking airline I’ve flown, this was not an “on demand” system with dozens of movie choices you can watch when you want, for as long long as you want, or pause and resume later. American’s system had six movies on offer, none of which struck me as “must see”. Still, I had nothing but time to kill, so I clicked on one and saw that it had already started. Clicked on another, same thing. So, it was like being at the movies, you don’t get to choose when you watch at all. Thanks for that American!
Well, at least I had leg room which proved to afford enough comfort for me to actually sleep on the plane. Interrupted though it proved to be. Of course, the downside to the bulkhead row is that is where is they tend to put the travelers with infants. And the one in the row across from us had an impressive set of lungs. Once that kid managed to start napping, I was awakened by the most obnoxious snorer in history who was residing in the seat behind me. I put on my headphones, played some classical music, and more or less drowned out the distractions. I was on the aisle though, so with irritating regularity I’d be bumped and jostled by folks making their way to the lavatory. Ah well, the joy of flying and all that.
Arrived in Dallas with 2 hours to clear customs and then the real fun began. Being a U.S citizen myself and with Jee Yeun’s permanent residence status we were directed to an automated kiosk to handle the immigration process. It actually worked like a charm, except Jee Yeun got flagged. Which meant we were directed to the long ass immigration line we had previously avoided. Ah well, we got through that queue just about the time our bags were arriving on the carousel. Another line for customs where a friendly guy spent time chatting us up about Jee Yeun’s length of stay in Korea and my job there before sending us on our way.
Sadly, our way was blocked by the long line trying to get through security. Only two TSA agents were doing the screening and they struck me as incompetent, although the four other agents standing around watching them were perhaps merely lazy. It was more than a little infuriating. When we finally got through (and redressed) we had thirty minutes to make our connection in terminal B (we were in D) which was doable but would require some hustle. But as we left the security area one of those cart drivers asked what gate and when we said B-35 he said hop on. That was a first time experience and was much quicker than taking the “sky train” that circumnavigates the airport.
We arrived at B-35 at 6:10 just in time for the announcement that our 6:30 flight was being delayed until 7:45. And things went downhill from there. To briefly summarize, DFW is a crappy airport. It is outdated, poorly designed, and disorganized. Plus, they don’t offer any designated smoking vaping areas inside the airport. Also, the WiFi sucks. I didn’t have a working phone to call my daughter and say we’d be arriving late. Two different pay phones wouldn’t accept my credit card. So, we got the best WiFi signal we could find, sent a message via Facebook and hoped it worked.
With time to kill I reconnoitered the B terminal security line and judged I’d have plenty of time to enjoy some vape and re-enter the airport long before my delayed flight would depart. Jee Yeun wanted to shop around some so we agreed to reconvene at our gate at 7:00. As I completed my security screening at 6:50 I heard my name and Jee’s being called over the airport PA system. Seems our plane was ready to depart with or without us. So, I ran through the airport like only a fat old man can (not a pretty sight, trust me) and made it to gate B-45. Only then realizing I was supposed to be at gate B-35. So I did some more running in the opposite direction and reached the gate after it was closed. The plane was still there however, so I found an agent willing to go down and see if they’d let me board. I assumed Jee was already on the plane wondering where in the hell I was. The agent came back and told me the pilot had said “no more passengers”. Which as it turns out was provident because Jee Yeun was not on the plane. She walked up just as our plane was backing away from the gate. If I had boarded and not found Jee Yeun there I would have had to fight my way back off the plane. No way I’d abandon her in Texas with no money and no clue.
Nothing to do now but find an alternative route to Columbia. I berated the agent who had made the 7:45 departure announcement, but truthfully I know these things can be fluid and I should have stayed within earshot of the updated announcements. The agent said the next flight with seats available was 6:30 p.m. the next day. She said there was one at 6:30 a.m. that was sold out but we could try standby. I didn’t like either of those options and told her I needed to fly tonight. What about Charlotte I asked? She said yes, there’s a flight out of B-41 at 8:10 and it has seats! It took her an inordinate amount of time for her to do the massive keystrokes involved in completing the re-booking. She finally called another agent over for help, and she told her she had forgot a step in the process. Her tone and body language added an unspoken “dumb ass”. Finally we had our new boarding passes in hand and we scurried off towards our new gate. Before we got there I actually looked at the boarding pass which said I was going to Charleston. The first word that came to mind was dumb ass.
So it was back to the agent who had first called the dumb ass dumb ass. It took her awhile and some assistance from a supervisor (who’s the dumb ass now?) but she got us booked on the 8:10 flight to Charlotte. Problem was, it was 7:45 by now and the plane was departing from D terminal. So I got to ride the dreaded Sky Train after all. Of course, like a dumb ass I got on going in the wrong direction which meant I had to visit every damn terminal stop before we came back around to D. It was 8:05 when we detrained but luck was finally with us–the gate was relatively close to the station and the flight was delayed by 15 minutes. Despite it being a full flight, I even managed to get me and Jee seated together. We connected with the daughter again via FB and she agreed to meet us in Charlotte. And we were off on our detour to North Carolina.
Wheels down landing and then off to the agreed upon rendezvous point at baggage claim. Not that we had any baggage to claim, ours had made the trip to Columbia as originally planned. No daughter in site, so Jee Yeun bummed a phone and we were finally able to hook up with our ride home.
Jee Yeun was a little distressed because all of her carefully purchased Korean food items (including her kimchi) were in the bags at the Columbia airport. It was 1:30 a.m. by now and that burg of an airport had long since shut down for the night. So we made a stop at a 24 hour Wal-Mart and stocked up with enough rice and noodles to get us through the night and morning.
Made it to bed at 3:30 a.m. and woke up just a little before 8. Drove the daughter’s car to the Columbia airport and retrieved our luggage without incident. Then it was off to Enterprise to rent a car for the next ten days. When it came to the part about proof of insurance, I gave them the name of my agent. The counter guy called and came back to say my policy had expired in 2012. I found that odd since I had renewed my policy in January. So I got on the phone with the insurance company and we argued back and forth for awhile before I exclaimed in exasperation “I’m done with Traveler’s insurance!” The agent lady said “what? we don’t handle Traveler’s insurance!” I felt like a dumb ass then. Anyway, the rental folks called Traveler’s and confirmed my coverage and I got the car. A very nice Hyundai Accent.
We drove it to Planet Vapor where I restocked on vaping oil and bought a new and more powerful e-cigarette. Jee Yeun was hungry and guess what she wanted–Korean food. Well, it’s understandable we had been out of Korea for almost 24 hours after all.
Next stop was the Korean market where she stocked up on everything she could conceivably need for the next 10 days, and I’d wager a month after that. Well, you can’t be too careful I suppose.
I was dragging ass by now so was glad to get back to the house for a little afternoon siesta. Woke up and got ready for some Friday night darts with the old crew at Rack’s (formerly known as Kwagga).
Took home second place money which was secondary to the enjoyment of getting reacquainted with old friends.
Double bagged
Ready to roll
Except for the packing part that is.
Flight leaves ICN at 6:30 so I’ve still got some time. A procrastinator until the end is what I am.
If all goes according to schedule, I arrive in lovely Columbia, SC at 10:00 p.m. Thursday night (local time). One stop in Dallas on the way and 17 hours in the air. I will survive. Hopefully.
I completed all my pending work projects, but still feel a little guilty about leaving my boss in the lurch during my absence. We’ve got two staff vacancies we’re having to cover already so my selfish act in taking vacation time only compounds everyone’s misery. I’m hoping the holiday week will not be too busy. Usually they aren’t.
In other news, this is my first post using my lovely new Toshiba laptop. Ain’t she a beaut?
Wrapping it up…
…and winding it down.
The procrastinator’s nightmare is upon me. One more day at work before I head out of the country for a couple of weeks. Which means all those work projects I’ve been tasked with are coming due. Made some pretty good progress today I suppose and I’ll put the pedal to the metal and hopefully depart with a clean desktop tomorrow afternoon.
I mentioned in an earlier post that I’d been pegged as a bigot for having the audacity to believe that maybe these ISIS fucks have some kind of religious motivation for their wanton acts of violence. I defended myself with this article from The Atlantic that I believe makes a strong case for me being right. It’s long, but well worth the read. Especially if you want to get a glimpse into the minds of those who hold that we in the West must all submit or die.
Moving on to topics not so depressing, on Sunday we had the finals for the little singles league I host.

But the one I enjoyed handing out the most (and the one I expect was the most appreciated) was to our sportsman of the year, Do Hee. This gal came out week after week and got her cute butt kicked consistently. Never lost her smile or her enthusiasm either. It was her first time playing in a competitive dart league and if she keeps after it and maintains that positive attitude, she’s gonna be a good one.
Today I stole a few minutes to spend some money. Actually, it was at lunch and after work that I did my shopping, but stealing time makes me sound like a real badass, right?

…so I bought myself a present. A new laptop, a wireless mouse, and a contribution to the Bill Gates empire. As you can see, I haven’t been bothered to take it out of the box yet…
My buddy Dennis is safely back home in Cambodia, but before he left I honored him for Veteran’s Day with a trip out to Namiseom.. Regular readers might recall that I was there a couple of months ago with the wife. She was ill and couldn’t make this trip though.

While Dennis waits for the grill to heat up, Julie takes care of business. We had the famous Nami spiced chicken of course…

And finally, as important as Veteran’s day is we must also take note of the Korean “holiday” that takes place on 11/11 as well…Pepero Day!
Interestingly, I’m unable to upload the photos from that trip. Guess it’s time to open that laptop box…
The more things change the more they remain the same
In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 52 51 50 49 48 47 46 45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32
313029 28 27 26 2524 23 22 2120 19 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11 10 9 8 7 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history. I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found. And mediocre is too hard to spell.)
Eight years ago I wrote about “People at Work“.
This is what we looked like back then:

The guy on the extreme right is now the Director. With the exception of two, all the Koreans remain. Of course, I’m back now and the woman in the back row (second from left) is coming in January to fill one of our vacancies.
Work has been a little stressful of late, lots to do and not enough bodies (or hours in the day) to do it all. But it goes in cycles so I know things will calm down eventually. Actually, come Thursday it will be a lot calmer seeing as how I’ll be taking a couple of weeks off to visit the family back in South Carolina. Lots to get done between now and then, but I’ll worry about it tomorrow!
Sunday morning coming down
Ah well. We’ll always have Paris. It will be interesting to see how long the memory of the “never forget” crowd turns out to be this time.
Scrolling through Facebook this morning was pretty depressing though. I’d guess 90% of the folks on my news feed have the French Tricolor overlay on their profile picture as a show of solidarity with Parisians in their grief. And that’s fine I suppose, especially if it’s an indication we will all stand together in defending Western values against those who would destroy us from within. Alas, I fear a temporary Facebook pic is as far as most of them will go.
Now at least some folks are already fired up and agitating for action. Against the “bigots” with the audacity to note that the attackers were yet again of the Muslim faith. Then there’s the group saying “it’s all our fault” and we should work to appease the hatred of our enemies. And of course you have people like Stephen King making the tired comparison between Muslims and the Westboro Baptist Church. Because obviously they are exactly the same. Except for the rape and murder parts.
So we can stand and fight or we can submit. Islam is all about that submission stuff. Sadly, I fear we have indeed met the enemy. And it is us.
Are you ignorant or apathetic?
I don’t know, and I don’t care.
Sorry for the lack of posts recently. Lots going on but nothing to blog about. Which is no excuse.
A little stress at work, some out of town company, and a sick wife about sums it up.
I’ll elaborate soon, but now I must retreat to bed in deference to that 0530 alarm.
Thanks to Kevin and Nomad for reminding me that some folks expect me to remind them that things can always be worse.
I’ll be back soon!
Life’s a beach…
In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 52 51 50 49 48 47 46 45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32
313029 28 27 26 2524 23 22 2120 19 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11 10 9 8 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history. I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found. And mediocre is too hard to spell.)
One year ago found me competing in the Ghost on the Coast darts tourney in lovely Myrtle Beach, SC. I wrote about that adventure in a post called “On the beach”.
I was in a foul mood and feeling sorry for myself. And a year later I’m thinking about two of my pals from Columbia who were also with me there and now both are deceased. As long as you are alive you are still in the game. It’s easy to forget that sometimes.
I got steamed at work
The building has been cold all week. In unrelated news, this was happening in my parking space:

It was eerier in person. Steam billowing right up out of the asphalt. I guess they sent a work crew out and shut it down because it disappeared by the end of the day…
My buddy Dennis is visiting from Cambodia. Got him a base pass, cashed a couple of checks for him, fed him some barbecue at Linus’. He then provided the evening’s entertainment at Shenanigans:
What else? Well, it’s a damn good thing I don’t drink 2 Diet Cokes a day

I think I average around six. I must be invincible. Someone call Marvel and see if they are looking for a new Super Hero. Just call me Diet Coke Man.
Crazy busy at work. Going to have to go in early in the morning to prepare for a meeting with the Chief of Staff. Fun times!
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All Hallows Day…
…has got to be better than All Hallows Eve. At least in Itaewon.

This picture does not do justice to the crowds on every street and sidewalk shuffling forward at a zombie-like pace.
It was sheer madness on the streets and in the bars. So, why was I there? I had a dart match to make up in the afternoon (which I lost 14-2) and then I had scheduled a rendezvous for 6:30 with my old friend Dennis. Dennis retired back in January and has been moving about various locales in Asia every since. He’s been in Cambodia of late and now he has come back to Korea for a brief visit. He doesn’t own a lick of cold weather clothes however, so I brought along a sweater for him to wear. And he did in fact look quite cold when he walked through the door and then donned the sweater without hesitation.
After a couple of drinks at Dolce Vita, we made our way ever so slowly through the jam packed streets (including the back alleys off the main drag) to Don Valley for some Korean food. We both opted for a steaming bowl of bulgogi and rice, which did indeed hit the spot.
As we said our goodbyes for the night, I was happy that Don Valley is right around the corner from the subway station. Still, I could barely move in the human gridlock and it took several minutes of pushing my way through before I reached the stairs leading to my escape from the madness of Itaewon. Alas, the subway station was packed in a manner I had never seen in the decade I’ve been haunting Itaewon. It was around 10;00 p.m. and people were still pouring into town, while a similar number of us were trying to flee. It was pure chaos. In fact, they had the station attendants waiving us through the turnstiles without swiping our fare cards in order to move the crowd along. This proved to be a problem when I reached my destination because without an entrance swipe, your card doesn’t work at the exit point. I tried three times without result, and then just pushed my way on through the turnstiles. I really had to pee.
My bar owner friends had all told me that Halloween was their busiest night of the year. I had no idea it would be so scary!
I’ve always said my kids belong in the Hall of Fame
Just us
What a long strange trip it’s been
In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 52 51 50 49 48 47 46 45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32
313029 28 27 26 2524 23 22 2120 19 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11 10 9 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history. I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found. And mediocre is too hard to spell.)
Two years ago found me reflecting back on the journey we call life, or in this case my life in government servitude service. I wrote about it in a post called “A working class hero is something to be”.
Nothing much to add to my original thinking back then, although I had no inkling that a couple of years later I’d be rejoining the workforce. Fact is, I’m actually quite happy to be back in the saddle. Rather, it’s about the people. I enjoy the hell out of my co-workers and bosses. I especially appreciate the intellectual stimulation of engaging in actual conversations. And on occasion I find the work itself to be a source of satisfaction, if not pride. It’s different not being the boss, but different in a good way too. I’m sorta the elder statesman around the office which is kinda cool. I also quite like getting paid every two weeks.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njG7p6CSbCU
Don’t shoot me I’m just the piano player
Talk about realistic. Today I participated in the Courageous Channel exercise (non-essential personnel evacuation drill) and immediately afterwards I got shot. Luckily, I was already at the base hospital. And it was a flu shot.
Die Aria!
I was attacked in my sleep Thursday night. The battle raged from 0200-0300. I was unable to digest why it was happening and was in danger of being completely liquefied. I retreated from the bedroom and eventually purged the intruder. When I awoke a few hours later I found myself on more solid ground. I’m just glad the attack didn’t occur on the subway or I would have been in deep doo-doo.
Ahem.
What else? Well, our Deputy Director is heading back to the states next week so I and some co-workers treated him to some adult beverages at Shenanigans in order to properly celebrate his departure. He seemed to enjoy himself. I managed to stay conscious for the bus ride home (and it was touch and go) before passing out on the bed immediately upon arrival. Ah, those Friday nights in Itaewon.
Found this map of Columbia which will help me find my way around town during next month’s visit.

My neighborhood is off the page, just past the top right corner. Not sure what politically incorrect term I’d use to describe it, but it’s a pretty diverse collection of folks either just starting out or old fuckers like me just trying to get by…
If you missed Hillary’s testimony before the Benghazi committee, it went something like this:
I’d actually met him back in 2013 in Las Vegas. He’s a friend of a friend who was playing in big tournament there and he came to just hang out. Didn’t know if he’d remember me, turns out he did. So, that was kind of nice.
And that’s all she wrote. Well, all I wrote anyway. Till next time.
Teaching English and disappointing my mother
In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 52 51 50 49 48 47 46 45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32
313029 28 27 26 2524 23 22 2120 19 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11 10 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history. I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found. And mediocre is too hard to spell.)
Ten years ago I wrote about a Korean gal on my pool league team who would work on her English between matches. On this night she came up to me and in all sincerity asked me the meaning of the word “sodomy”. Which was the title of that particular post.
As I wrote at the time:
“June” (I don’t know her Korean name, if I asked I’ve forgotten it) is always working on her vocabulary and brings a notebook with words she is learning to the pool league every week. Between games she will ask us the pronunciation and meaning of the words on her list, which she then dutifully writes down in Hanguel. Last night’s words included “guise”, “excavation”, “fraternity”, “carte blanche” and several others I can’t recall at the moment. Me and a couple of the guys sitting at the table would use the word in a sentence, try and provide alterantive definitions, and explain when and how the word might be used. After awhile I got up to throw some darts, and June came up and said I have another word on my list and the guys at the table “couldn’t help her with it”. I said, ok, what’s the word? “Sodomy” (imagine it being said with a Korean accent). I just looked at her. The guy I was playing darts with cracked up and said “go ahead, John. Tell her”.
Her innocence was charming as she waited expectantly for my answer. And my reaction was funny. I am by no means a prude and I don’t think I have any sexual hang-ups, but geez, telling this sweet young woman about sodomy was not as easy as you might imagine. So I fumbled and stumbled, and she wasn’t quite getting it. So, I just described the act. She laughed and said, “oh, something homosexuals do”. I smiled and said yes, but not just homosexuals. And no, I did not give her the slang term for the act. She can find a boyfriend to do that. Anyway, when I mentioned the Biblical origins of the word, she was familiar with the story and we thankfully moved on to other words.
Anyway, that was the highlight of that particular evening. Things haven’t improved much since then, eh?
There was only one comment to that post (which made it above average I suppose). And that was from my mother. She said: “Great to read your blogs again…..Answer my emails when you are bored…..love MOM”
Sorry mom for being such a selfish bastard. Nothing would please me more than to answer the emails that will never come again.
Let’s get organized
Today we had an organization day at work. Which is perhaps best defined in this instance as having a cookout in the little park-like area in front of our office building.
Menu featured steak, brats, burgers, various side dishes, and pie (pecan and pumpkin). It turned out pretty damn fine all and all. And I’ve got the photos to prove it.

Mr. Kang kept a close watch on the steaks until they were grilled to perfection. All we had was plastic cutlery, be we managed to cut the meat into tasty morsels anyway…
After our longish luncheon, it was back to work. Upon which I discovered that my computer was malfunctioning. The mouse was non-functional for one thing which prevented me from going through the log-in procedures required to access the network. I unplugged and re-plugged the mouse. No dice. I rebooted to no effect, so I rebooted again. Still stuck on the log-in screen I called over our IT guy, Mr. Kang. In short order he discovered the problem:

Someone had taped this over the light on the bottom of my mouse. Yep, I’d been pranked big time. It didn’t take much sleuthing to identify the culprit. I’ve been considering the best avenues for revenge and I do believe I have a plan. It involves spiders…
In other news, on Sunday I traveled down Osan way for one of our periodic grudge matches against the Songtan Darts Association. Sadly, I forget to pack my game and turned in a pretty embarrassing performance.

We broke into four teams and played head-to-head. In the end, we kissed our sister. Two of our teams won their matches, as did two of theirs. We will reconvene next month in Itaewon and try and break the tie.

Songtan and Itaewon players in attendance. The Songtan bunch were great hosts and kept it fun and easy. I’m the old fucker way in the back.
One final anecdote. Today I sent an email to a co-worker that went something like this:
Ms. Yi: Here’s is an example of a hearing summary I drafted. I used Mr. Yi’s minutes from a previous hearing. If you want to compare, perhaps Ms. Yi can supply you a copy of Mr. Yi’s work.
Hell, the damn thing confused me and I wrote it. I read it out loud to my cubicle mate (a Korean who is one of the few on our staff not named Yi) and she laughed her ass off. I went back and added first names to make my meaning clearer.
Ah well, all in a days work.
There is no point in engaging in political debate…
…on social media or blogs for that matter. It’s not just that you are unlikely to ever change anyone’s mind, What I find most frustrating is the inherent dishonesty in the discourse. So I pretty much just ignore the bullshit I see posted on a daily basis because responding is just not worth the aggravation. Sometimes I’ll shake my head in sadness at the rantings of folks I know to be otherwise rational and intelligent human beings before scrolling on. I do wonder why if they feel so strongly about an issue they resort to some mindless internet meme to make their point. I guess it is easier to erect straw man arguments than to actually address the facts of the matter.
A case in point. The other day a Facebook friend posted this:

No reasonable person on either side of the debate has said that Obama has actually confiscated guns, nor do I believe the President has ever articulated such a goal. But rather than debate how new restrictions on gun ownership might (or might not) stop random acts of violence by crazy people, the poster attempts to portray folks who hold contrary viewpoints as ignorant. Which in my view is a pretty ignorant thing to do.
As I say, I usually just regard posts like this as unserious and unworthy of response. I did that in this case until the poster wrote this in the comments:
And most people that are for guns are generally not very educated in most everything else.
One of the things I dislike most about arguing with folks on the left is that they tend to envelope themselves with a belief in their intellectual superiority. I mean, obviously if you don’t acknowledge the rightness of their position you must stupid. And so I left this reply:
Seriously? Wow. I take it that disagreeing with your world view is evidence of ignorance. I almost never engage these debates because it is pointless. Because obviously, I’m stupid.
And he doubled down in his response:
I just go off statistics John. Most people that support gun rights tend to lean right and those people are GENERALLY less informed. If you took it personally that was not my intention. Obviously there’s exceptions to every rule. Do your homework & you’ll discover evidence to support what I said, unless you want me to do it for you
I’d said all I needed to say and the above response told me all I needed to know about where this friend was coming from. Further engagement would be pointless. I do love the part where I’m supposed to do my “homework” to support his argument. That’s not the way debate works in the real world. If you are going to shovel bullshit and tell me it smells good, it’s on you to supply the evidence to support that claim.
For what it is worth, I did spend some time reading about a disputed, if not discredited, study that purportedly found conservatives are less intelligent than liberals. But as fair minded people have said in response, it all comes down to how you define liberal and conservative:
In fact there is nothing new in pointing to a link between social attitudes and intelligence. In 2010 the evolutionary psychologist Satochi Kanazawa, who works at the London School of Economics, analysed data from 20,000 young Americans and found that average IQ increased steadily from those who described themselves as ‘very conservative’ to those who describe themselves as ‘very liberal’. A study looking at British children, carried out by Ian Deary, reached a conclusion neatly summarised by the title of the paper: ‘Bright Children become Enlightened Adults’. Other studies have found correlations between strong religiosity (a traditional marker of conservatism) and low intelligence.
So case closed? Not really. The problem here is how we define ‘left’ and ‘right’ thinking, what this means socially and politically. A moment’s thought shows that the faultlines are not only blurred but they are legion, cris-crossing across traditional political strata and have changed through time.
But there is another side to what the Smarts believe. They are pro-immigration (immigration being a form of free trade, in this case in human labour). They are impeccably socially liberal. They do not care what consenting adults get up to in bed and would legalise gay marriage without a thought. They are as near as is possible to be colour blind and strongly favour sexual equality. They are internationalist and despise petty nationalism. And they are suspicious of the war on drugs and in fact of wars in general and do not believe the public should in general be allowed to own firearms. These are the social views, then, of the British metropolitan Left. So what is it then? Are dim people right or left? Here we meet the problem of defining liberalism and left-wingery.
A belief in economic redistribution of wealth does not correlate with social liberalism. The nations of the Cold War Communist bloc were ferociously ‘Left Wing’ in terms of a belief in statism, nationalised industries, basic equality and so forth but socially and in other ways they were far, far to the ‘right’ of any mainstream European or American party. The Soviet education system was brutally elitist – no wishy-washy mixed-ability nonsense there. Militarism and conscription were the norm. Communist states had and had an attachment to capital punishment, repression of homosexuals and paid only lipservice to sexual equality (Russian women were free to work, but they had to go back and do the cleaning and cooking when they had finished).
In today’s world the most ‘right wing’ attitudes are to be found not in the American Bible Belt but in sub-Saharan Africa, the Caribbean and parts of Asia as well as Russia. Across most of Africa the majority has an eye-wateringly brutal view of homosexuality (gays face long terms of imprisonment or worse in many southern and eastern African states). If you want to see robust attitudes to crime, sexuality, feminism, immigration and religious freedom go to somewhere like Sudan or Mauritania, Uganda or even Kenya and Jamaica.
The paradox is that the political discourse in nations such as these has been dominated by a leftish post-colonialism. The epitome of this paradox is, or was (attitudes have relaxed) Communist Cuba where attitudes to gays, criminals, and people of non-European descent would have softened the heart of a Mississippi Klansman.
I consider myself a classic liberal with strong libertarian leanings. Which means I’m all about limiting government power and intrusions on our liberty. Including our right to keep and bear arms.
When I get a Round Tuit
Had in mind to blog this morning about politics. Then I couldn’t be bothered. Tomorrow I’ll be heading down Songtan way to represent the Itaewon dart league against those Osan boys. We rented us a bus for the trip so it oughta be relatively hassle free.
And that’s all I got for now. Unless you want to hear about the chili I’m cooking. Didn’t think so.






















