Lies, damn lies, and statistics

A few days ago, the NY Times did a hit piece on our troops who have served in Iraq and Afghanistan.

The New York Times found 121 cases in which veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan committed a killing in this country, or were charged with one, after their return from war. In many of those cases, combat trauma and the stress of deployment — along with alcohol abuse, family discord and other attendant problems — appear to have set the stage for a tragedy that was part destruction, part self-destruction.

Oh, by the way, 20% of these 121 cases involved manslaughter associated with drunk driving and at least one example occurred before the soldier deployed. Hey, no need to let the facts get in the way of your narrative, right?

GI Korea (among many others) has been all over this story. He has another post up that shows the worldwide negative impact the Times disparaging article has had on the reputation of our military men and women.

The sad thing about this anti-American propaganda is that the whole premise is demonstratively false. Wrong on the facts, and most assuredly wrong on the conclusion that our GWOT vets are walking time bombs who are a danger to society. As I said in a comment left at GI Korea:

This is just more of the same old, same old from the biased left wing MSM. I remember last year it was about the “increase” in suicides amongst returning troops. Well, they didn’t find it newsworthy that the suicide rate of Iraq vets is LESS than the national suicide rate for all Americans of that age group. So, I guess serving in Iraq makes one LESS likely to commit suicide, right?

Anyway, Armed Liberal has a good post on this topic at Winds of Change. Even taking the NYT’s skewed numbers, it turns out that the “murder” rate of returning vets is significantly lower than the national rate for 18-25 year olds. Geez, why wasn’t that the headline?

So, what is it that makes the Times and its defenders despise and fear our war veterans? I think Ralph Peters has the answer in a New York Post column entitled “The New Lepers”:

The purpose of Sunday’s instantly notorious feature “alerting” the American people that our Iraq and Afghanistan vets are all potential murderers when they move in next door was to mark those defenders of freedom as “unclean” – as the new lepers who can’t be trusted amid uninfected Americans.

In the more than six years since 9/11, the Times has never run a feature story half as long on any of the hundreds of heroes who’ve served our country – those who’ve won medals of honor, distinguished service crosses, Navy crosses, silver stars or bronze stars with a V device (for valor)….

Well, a quick statistics check let the air out of the Times’ bid to make us dread the veteran down the block – who the Times implies has a machine gun under his bathrobe when he steps out front to fetch the morning paper. In fact, the capital-crimes rate ballyhooed by the Gray Lady demonstrates that our returning troops are far less likely to commit such an offense.

Again, the Times’ smear certainly wasn’t an accident. The paper’s staff is highly paid and highly experienced. Its editors know that a serious news story has to put numbers into context. But their sole attempt at context was to note that offenses by former soldiers have ticked up since we went to war.

The Times is trying to make you fear our veterans (Good Lord, if your daughter marries one, she’s bound to be beaten to death!). And to convince you that our military would be a dreadful place for your sons and daughters, a death-machine that would turn them into incurable psychopaths.

To a darkly humorous degree, all this reflects the Freudian terrors leftists feel when confronted with men who don’t have concave chests. But it goes far beyond that.

Pretending to pity tormented veterans (vets don’t want our pity – they want our respect), the Times’ feature was an artful example of hate-speech disguised as a public service…

The hard left’s hatred of our military has deteriorated from a political stance into a pathology: The only good soldier is a dead soldier who can be wielded as a statistic (out of context again). Or a deserter who complains bitterly that he didn’t join the Army to fight . . .

A longstanding goal of the left, recently invigorated, has been to drive a wedge between our military and our society. The real vet is the neighbor who fixes your kid’s bike (or your computer). But the left’s archetypal vet is the Marine colonel in “American Beauty” who, frustrated in his suppressed gay passions, murders poor Kevin Spacey…

So let me suggest the best-possible revenge on the veteran-trashing jerks at The New York Times: Instead of fleeing in terror the next time you see a veteran you know, just thank him or her for their service.

I was shaking my head in disgust when I read the commenters defending the Times at GI Korea. No right thinking person could fail to see through the obvious agenda of disparaging the brave troops who defend this nation. I just couldn’t grasp what it was about our soldiers that inspired such contempt. But I can only conclude as did Mr. Peters that: all this reflects the Freudian terrors leftists feel when confronted with men who don’t have concave chests.

Sometimes I really fear for my country.

The secret to my good health

Well, to be honest my health probably isn’t all that good. But imagine the shape I would be in if not for my propensity to drink copious amounts of beer! That’s right, folks. It’s a scientific fact. You don’t even have to look it up, because I have the link right here.

Preliminary studies indicate xanthohumol, a compound found in hops, inhibits a family of enzymes which trigger cancer, as well as help the body detoxify carcinogens.

“It’s very healthy,” said Dr. Werner Back, a brewing technology expert at the Technical University of Munich. “I think the ingredients in the beer are very good.”

Xanthohumol contains more powerful antioxidants than vitamin E and some studies indicate it helps reduce oxidation of bad cholesterol.

“Xanthohumol has been shown to be a very active substance against cancer,” said Dr. Markus Herrmann, also of Munich. “It comes in small sticky beads, which you find within the hops.”

I hope this doesn’t turn out to be another scientific myth like that global warming thing (anyone who has been out and about in Korea these past few days can attest to the fact that it ain’t getting warmer!). But to be honest, I partook in quite a bit of the magic elixir last night and I don’t feel all that wonderful today. Maybe I need to figure out the proper dose. I’ll keep trying!

Hardwear

Now and again I come across a commercial that strikes my fancy. I mean if you gotta sit through the damn things, at least you should be entertained, right? A unique idea, interesting locations, good photography, wit and/or humor, and of course sex are all ingredients of a successful advertisement. It is rare indeed when all of these elements come together in a single ad. So, kudos to the folks at Scruff’s Hardwear, manufacturers of construction clothing in the UK, for this outstanding commercial.

Pretty well done, eh? Gotta hand it to the Brits on this one.

But, you may have noticed I tagged this post in the “humor” and “politics” category. If you are wondering why, I’m glad you asked. It seems that the attractive blonde woman in the first vignette went on to become an English teacher at an academy in Manchester. At least until some of her students recognized her from her work in television. She is currently under suspension while the school board decides her future at their institution of enlightenment. You can read about it here. Pretty f’d up in my view.

Speaking of ads, here’s a photo of a Target billboard in Times Square.

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Believe it or not, this innocuous advertisement has the feminists loudly complaining that the model’s placement “objectifies” women. Umm, I don’t see that, do you? Amy Alkon has a good post on this subject that shines a bright light on the ignorance of our would-be liberal overseers.

As a commenter on Ms. Alkon’s blog notes:

I’m sure it’s a great comfort to the women in jail in the Middle East for the “crime” of being raped that Western feminists care so deeply about the placement of a well-paid, fully dressed model on a corporate billboard.

Precisely.

Faded

Something a little different at Dolce Vita last night. Yeah, we did our darts routine, but this time to some live music.

Maya, the newest bartender at Dolce came in last night with her American husband, Steve. And Steve came in with his acoustic guitar. After awhile he started providing a little free entertainment. After awhile longer (and a few more beers) we all started to sing along. He is quite the talented musician and it turns out he plays with the locally famous rock band “Faded”. I’d actually heard them play once a couple of years ago. And Steve invited me out to see them perform at Woodstock tonight, which I intend to do.

In addition to playing some popular favorites, Steve also writes his own songs. He played one called “Rita” which was really a quite moving love song. Very impressive. He also has a great sense of humor and incorporates it into his music. He did “Country Roads” as you might hear it at the norebang–in Konglish. Hilarious. He also did an “R” rated version of the traditional A-B-C song that had us laughing like maniacs.

We all had such a good time that YJ invited Steve to do a regular Tuesday night gig at Dolce. So, now the best damn darts bar in Itaewon will also be serving up some live music on a weekly basis.

If you got a hankerin’ for some mellow music to while away the hours on a cold and lonely Tuesday night, you now know the place to be. See you there!

Popping my cherry

Well, I’m no longer an “A” division virgin anyway. You know, the first time is always the worst, right? I went 3-3 and had zero marks, so that was pretty much bleh. But, the team won 16-15. And we were playing XOX, probably the best team we will face this season. And none of us played as well as we can, so all in all it was a pretty positive night.

Anyway, I am glad to have the first night behind me. Now, I just need to relax and throw my game.

Dolce’s B and D division teams also won, so we had cause for celebration. Nothing but positive vibes. It was especially nice to see my old team, Take it Easy, get the win against Pacific Ratz, our rivals and a top quality team.

Now it’s time to sleep. Anyong.

There’s always darts

Friday night at Dolce we had a small group, but still managed to put together 3 very nice little tourneys. Paul and I took the first one, then it was Jim as my partner and we took that pot as well. Finally, Dave and I were teamed up and finished second to Rod and Doug.

Saturday afternoon I participated in an invitational tournament at 3 Alley Pub. It was a nice change because most of the guys were pub throwers (not playing in the league) so there were lots of new faces. I was impressed with the overall quality of the darts.

I was throwing good up until the semi-finals when I faced of with Scott from Blue Bulls. Actually, I threw well against him, but just not good enough. I was way up in the cricket game, but he came back and beat me on bulls. Then he threw awesome darts in ’01, and while I managed to hang with him, he got the out before I had a shot at it. Well played matches.

I had Neil (aka Thirsty in my comments) and we played a nice set. He took the first ’01 leg, I came out in cricket with a 9-mark and that was too much to be overcome. We played a close ’01 to finish and I got the out for a 2-1 win and third place. Rodney was the host and tourney champion and good on him as he put together a very classy event.

Later I found myself at Blue Frog. No intention to play in their Saturday night gig as I was quite wasted after several hours of throwing and drinking. The were on an odd number though so I was compelled. Took a third in my inebriated state so I guess that was a plus.

Tonight went to Dolce and practiced for my “A” division debut tomorrow. I’m a little nervous but I think by the end of the season I will know whether I can compete at that level. I do look forward to the challenge but I also intend to have fun.

And that’s story of my weekend.

The white stuff

Snow has been falling from the sky all the day long. In DC it would have been a snow day (i.e. government closed) but no such luck here in the land of the morning calm. You know, that being ready to defend against Northern aggression thing. Although I doubt Mr. Kim, Jong-il would bother dragging his sorry ass outta bed on a day like today. I know I didn’t want to.

But really, I overstate the case. The snow stopped sticking around 1000 when the temperature made it above freezing, but it started sticking again around 1600. The boss let us go home 59 minutes early to get a jump on traffic, but the major roads were all good. A little tricky getting up the hill to my villa, but here I am safe and sound.

So, now to figure out what to do with a snowy Friday night. Hmm, well you know I will wind up at Dolce Vita but I expect most dart players have more sense than to walk the slippery sidewalks of Itaewon. Or not. We’ll see.

Good to see a comment from Duke (hell, good to see a comment from anyone!). We are all looking forward to his visit next month.

Anyway, I will try to come up with something a little more interesting than the weather to talk about tomorrow. Here’s the view from my back door:

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50,000

Today I had visitor number 50,000 to LTG. Yeah, only took me 25 months to reach that milestone. But given the crap I post that says more about my readers than me.

Actually, I am very happy to have the 35 folks (on average) who drop by daily to see what I’ve posted. Who cares why? It’s always nice to have guests in my house.

So, who was the lucky number 50,000? This is what I know about you:

You logged on from an IP address at the University of Seoul.

You came by at 4:46 this afternoon.

You stayed for six minutes and 38 seconds.

You “enjoyed” four page views.

And then you likely fell fast asleep and you now have keyboard indentations in your face.

So, if that describes you, please leave a comment and tell us who you are. If we have actually met in the 3-D world, I am going to buy you the beverage of your choice the next time I see you. And thanks for the visit!

Who else has been here in the last 24 hours? Let’s see:

A dozen or so from Korea, my biggest audience!

From the States we had folks from California, Oregon, Virginia, Tennessee, Maryland, Tacoma (Washington State), Georgia, Missouri, Wisconsin, and one of my former coworkers from the Department of Education in Washington, DC (Leslie?). Thanks everyone!

International guests include: Iran (from the Tabriz University of Medical Sciences no less!), Finland, Russia, and the UK (where the visitor read the post called “Stupid is as Stupid Does”, a long rambling story about my trip to the emergency room. One of my most popular adventures here apparently.)

You know in a funny way I feel this sense of obligation to you, the faithful few. I have been trying to post on a more regular basis, because I know how crappy it is when you take the trouble to go to someone’s blog only to find they’ve “gone fishing”. So, it may be crap, but I will try to keep it fresh for you, fair enough?

Oh, and that gone fishing remark was not a shot at The Lost Nomad. He was certainly one of the most popular bloggers in Korea, but he hung it up on New Year’s Day. He had his reasons (something about putting family and fishing ahead of blogging) and you can’t fault him for that. Still, he is very much missed and I hope he knows how much his faithful followers appreciated his efforts.

Ah well, enough of this. I do love to ramble on sometimes, but I have soft tips dart league tonight so I need to jersey up and head on out to Itaewon.

See y’all soon.

40 second Boyd and the OODA loop

You know, I never cease to be amazed at the things I find on blogs. I’ve been sitting on this link since New Year’s Day, but I still can’t get this amazing story about one of the greatest Americans you’ve probably never heard of, Colonel John Boyd, out of my head. He was a freakin’ modern day Sun Tzu and our nation owes him a debt of gratitude for his steadfastness in refusing to succumb to the Pentagon bureaucracy.

This is not a blog post, it is an extremely well-written essay and if you have any interest in history or military doctrine I promise you will find it well worth your time. Hell, I’ve given you two links already, what are you doing here?

Excerpting won’t do it justice, so go give it a read.

Ok, here’s a teaser to get you started:

This is a story about success and failure. It is a story about Iraq, and of something much bigger than Iraq. It is, perhaps, a small look into what makes victory, and defeat. It is a tale of infantrymen, of brave soldiers in dusty alleys a world away. It is a story of generals and strategies, too.

But to understand our newfound success there, to know a little of how we achieved it and most importantly, how to keep it, we need to move away from that Mesopotamian desert and those boots on the ground, and back to a different desert on the other side of the world a half century ago. For there, a vision was vouchsafed to a most unlikely warrior priest… the kind of insight that comes once or twice in all of human history.

Go ahead, I’ll be here when you get back and we can talk about it in the comments section.

Thanks to Proteus at Eject! Eject! Eject!

Bless U

Dart tourney tonight at Bless U Pub. Couldn’t have been much better. Jesse and I took the first round after a slow start. In the second set, I teamed up with Dan and we won again. I also had the high ton in both tourneys. Then I was drawn for the mystery out. So, if you are keeping score, my take on the night was W130,000. Not a bad nights work.

I made a batch of chili tonight this afternoon and I was quite pleased with the result.

Got drunk last night.

And there you have my weekend in a nutshell.

Peace. Out.

“I’m dead. That sucks.”

But all the tears in the world aren’t going to bring me back, so I would prefer that people remember the good things about me rather than mourning my loss. (If it turns out a specific number of tears will, in fact, bring me back to life, then by all means, break out the onions.) I had a pretty good life, as I noted above. Sure, all things being equal I would have preferred to have more time, but I have no business complaining with all the good fortune I’ve enjoyed in my life. So if you’re up for that, put on a little 80s music (preferably vintage 1980-1984), grab a Coke and have a drink with me. If you have it, throw ‘Freedom Isn’t Free’ from the Team America soundtrack in; if you can’t laugh at that song, I think you need to lighten up a little. I’m dead, but if you’re reading this, you’re not, so take a moment to enjoy that happy fact.

Andrew Olmsted, Soldier, husband, blogger, American. Killed this week in Iraq. The words he left us with are incredibly moving and thought provoking. Please honor him by reading his final post.

Andy, congratulations on a life well-lived.

“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”

–attributed to Plato

For one more day

Spent the first day of the new year being lazy. Not sure if that bodes ill or not, but it felt right. Too f’n cold to go outside and so I didn’t.

I wasn’t totally unproductive as I plowed through a book in one setting. “for one more day” by Mitch Albom. I had previously read “five people you will meet in heaven”, so I guess I knew what to expect. Well, what can I say? The story was sweet. And Mr. Albom pretty much uses a sledge hammer to pound the moral of the story into your head. So yeah, I got it. I winced in places that struck a little to close to where I live, but I took away no lessons I didn’t already know. Ignoring and ignorance are two different things, after all.

Back to work today and I’m going to have to ramp the energy level up and start getting productive. I am pretty sure its going to be a busy year workwise.

Nothing much else to mention. I’ve got a case of the post holiday blues I suppose, but this too shall pass.

Have a great ’08!

Man oh man, where does the time go?

Rang in the New Year last night at Dolce Vita. Jim and YJ hosted a great party their regular patrons and dart and pool leaguers. Had some good grub, including wings and various dips, salads and sauces. Lonnie made his con queso dip, which is pretty much all I ate. Yeah, it was that good. My contribution was the tortilla chips and pumpernickel bread. Ok, I got off easy this time. But I am baking blueberry muffins this morning!

Here’s wishing everyone a 2008 filled with good health, good friends, and good times.

It’s freezing, but I’m roasting

Today never got above zero. Which makes it a perfect day for pot roast. Yeah, yeah, no big deal cooking a pot roast. But I never had done it before. So I succumbed to my craving and gave it whirl. A three pound roast, some onion, baby carrots, seasoning, and cream of mushroom soup. Put it all in a bag, popped it in the oven, and three hours later I was chowing down.

And it was good.

Already looking forward to leftovers tomorrow.

On the town

Last night was softtip dart league night. We were playing Danny’s Bar in Hannam-dong. Although we were playing at Jay Bar because Danny’s no longer has an electronic dart board (having replaced it with a baby grand piano). Talk about extreme makeovers.

Anyhoo, Hannam is the next village over from Itaewon, but it is world’s away in terms of atmosphere. Not nearly as many foreigners for example. Savvy readers will remember that I technically live in Hannam, although I am several blocks away from the business district. I actually only rarely go there which is a shame because it is a nice change of pace.

So, the softip league differs from the steeltip version in that about half the teams are made up exclusively of Koreans. And they are good, eight of the top ten players are Koreans. Danny’s/Jay Bar are Korean venues. In fact, the bar staff didn’t speak English at all. So, I got to use my limited vocabulary a couple of times (although teammates Lonnie and Grant are comparatively fluent).

We won 13-0. That is two weeks in a row we have swept the match. Of course it would be dishonest if I failed to mention that both victories came as a result of forfeits. Not sure what is going on, but rumor has it the Korean teams are boycotting because of some controversy that occurred in a big softtip tournament with an American member of the league. Don’t know that that is the case, but it was strange that NONE of the Korean teams showed up last week.

Well, we were there at Jay Bar and had the board to ourselves so we played a couple of rounds and enjoyed some cold beers. Then we crossed the street to check out Danny’s and had another round of beer. Afterwards we cabbed back to Dolce and played some “real” darts (steeltips) and drank more beer.

Mr. Kim, a fine darts player and a good guy showed up. Rare for him these days as he is juggling three businesses and is always working. He immediately challenged me to a game, but I protested I was too drunk to throw and besides I had already put my darts away. He wasn’t hearing it, reminding me that I had put him out of the tournament on Saturday and he wanted some revenge. What are you going to do in that situation but play. Well, the results were pretty predictable as he won 4 of the 5 legs we played. Although given my condition, they were relatively close. I think sober I *might* be able to beat Mr. Kim 40% of the time. Or not.

And then I had a nice surprise when Brian, a friend from the fantasy football league, came in with a Canadian friend of his. We all got to talking and the next thing I know its 2 a.m. It was good to see him again though. BTW, my team lost in the second round of the playoffs last weekend. I had debated which running back to bench, Willie Parker or Clinton Portis. I went with Parker who wound up getting injured in the first quarter and scored me zero points. I would up losing by 10 points, and the difference was sitting on my bench in the person of Mr. Portis. Ah well.

Oh yeah, on the evening of Christmas day we had the bright idea of inventing some dart bar drinks. I don’t know enough about booze to be of any benefit to the creative process, but in a small way I was the inspiration. I was throwing pretty poorly and Jim had ordered a round of drinks. When the barkeep asked what I wanted I blurted out that “I needed a dart lesson”. A light bulb went off in Jim’s head I guess, because the next thing I know he had pen and paper in hand and was working on a recipe. And the shot now called the “dart lesson” was born. Its an ungodly mix of grenadine, jagermeister, Bailey’s and Midori. Given the various consistencies of the ingredients it makes for a layer of dart board colors in the shot glass. Looks good but the taste is pretty gross. So, we decided it would be a punishment drink, i.e., someone throws a bad round of darts and the call goes out to “give that guy a dart lesson”. That should provide some motivation to shoot well. Jim actually worked up a couple of more drinks, including a Ton-80. That consists of two parts Wild Turkey and one part Southern Comfort (to take the edge off). Now, I personally can barely drink whiskey as it triggers a gag reflex. But, Lonnie had thrown a Ton-80 at Jay Bar, so of course we had to give the new drink a try. Yikes, it is powerful concoction! Luckily (for me) Ton-80s are relatively rare.

So, today is the first day of my mini-vacation. I took today and Monday off, so I’m sitting on a 5 day New Year’s weekend. Not doing anything out of the ordinary though. Dart tourneys tonight and Sunday, and a New Year’s eve party at Dolce Vita are about all I have on my agenda.

Been trying to sell my deceased boss’ car for the past couple of months, and finally got a call this morning. So hopefully we will complete the sale on Monday. That will be a worry off my mind.

And that just about brings y’all up to the minute in the exciting world of LTG.