Puppy Mills are Evil

For the last several days, we've been baby sitting two dogs for my sister-in-law's family while they're off at Disney World. Now, Judy and I have always had dogs. We're no strangers to the requirements of our canine friends. We're also big advocates of rescue dogs, and we've always gotten our animals from rescue organizations, the pound, etc. In our view, it's just the responsible thing to do, and we've gotten some great dogs that way.

One of the dogs we're watching is Sparky, a one-year-old Australian Shepherd that was purchased at a pet store, and originated in a puppy mill. Sparky's a sweet dog, but, because of the way he came into the world, he has issues.

If you're not familiar with the concept of puppy mills, these are large-scale dog-breeding facilities that produce puppies as quickly as possible and sell them to pet stores, creating a number of problems for the dogs and their owners.

Before going any farther, I think it's important to differentiate between puppy mills and legitimate breeders. Puppy mills are a high volume business that treat dogs as commodities, with no care for the animal's welfare whatsoever. Legitimate breeders, more often than not, specialize in a specific breed of dog, and are concerned with producing good, healthy dogs for responsible owners. While I personally think that there are more than enough good dogs out there, in pounds and shelters and foster homes, to satisfy every potential dog owner, I can't really fault the legitimate breeders. At least they're concerned with the health and well-being of the dogs they produce.

Not so the puppy mills. Imagine an area crammed with cages, each one holding more dogs than it comfortably should. Imagine that the cages are filthy and not well maintained. Imagine that the dogs aren't given enough food or water, aren't exercised, aren't provided with proper veterinary care, and aren't given any love or attention. Now imagine that when the puppies are born, they're left with their mothers for only a very short period of time - a healthy dog stays with his mother for at least eight to ten weeks  - and is then ripped away so that the mother an go into heat again as soon as possible, to be transported and sold, if they're "lucky" enough to survive. Often, these dogs are sold as purebreds, although the lax and indiscriminate breeding practices at puppy mills makes it almost impossible to guarantee this. If you don't see the above as cruel and horrendous, imagine what the reaction would be if people were routinely treated like this. In fact, substitute people for puppies in the description above, and it's tragically parallel to the way that Africans were brought to this country at the height of the slave trade. Ripped away from their families with no regard for their happiness, stored in filthy, overcrowded conditions with minimal food and water and no medical care, and then sold to people who saw them only as property. Dogs are thinking, feeling creatures. If we wouldn't treat people that way, why should we subject dogs to that kind of treatment?

The result of these mass breeding practices is, sadly, dogs that are doomed to a life that is difficult, at best. Right out of the box, they start with two strikes against them. Because they were torn away from their mother's side at such an early age, these dogs tend to be badly socialized with both other animals and humans. We see it clearly in Sparky. He's a sweet dog, but incredibly fearful of strangers and more than a little neurotic. He's also been very hard to train, and, at a year old, still isn't housebroken. He's failed puppy training classes several times, often on the basis of poor socialization skills. These aren't traits that typically endear a dog to a new family, making the poor animal's life even harder. Additionally, dogs from puppy mills tend to be more prone to health issues later in life. It's a bad situation all around, and one that should not be tolerated. Like I said, Sparky's a great dog, but he's obviously badly damaged.

In these so-called "enlightened" days of sensitivity and compassion, we like to think of ourselves as socially aware and, especially in America, champions of justice for all mankind. We invaded Iraq ostensibly to liberate the Iraqi people and give them a better life full of hope, prosperity and freedom. We went into Vietnam for many of the same reasons (at least that's what we were told. Whether that's truly the case or not is entirely another discussion). But we turn a bind eye to the suffering of innocent animals. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those PETA whackos who want to call fish "sea kittens" so that no one will eat them, or who believe in a totally vegan lifestyle. I believe in the food chain and am happy to participate in it. But there's no excuse for wanton cruelty for no other reason than blind profit. The practice of puppy mills is reprehensible, and should be stopped. Period.

 

There are plenty of places to go for more information about what goes on at puppy mills, and how to stop this cruel, inhuman and barbaric practice. Two good places to start are the Humane Society and the ASPCA. But if you really want to help change things, and eliminate this hateful, obscene practice, start by talking to people about puppy mills, urging them to boycott pet stores, and begging them not to buy puppies over the Internet. I encourage people to have dogs; they're wonderful friends and wonderful companions, and make a great addition to the family. If you're interested in a specific breed, try the rescue organizations. A Google search using the breed term and the word "rescue" should give you plenty of options. Or go to the local dog shelter or pound. There are a lot of great dogs there that really need a good home. These difficult economic times have seen a marked increase in the number of abandoned and released dogs, as people are forced to move from houses into apartments that don't allow pets.

Be a part of the solution, not a part of the problem.

Random Thoughts

Here are a couple of topics that have caught my attention lately. Feel free to discuss:

1. Fanboy Panties in  Bunch Over The Dark Knight

Okay, so the Academy Award Nominations are out, and the only major nod given to The Dark Knight is a sympathy nomination for the now-dead Heath Ledger. Fanboys across the world had themselves convinced that this was their year, when the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences would finally recognize one of "their" movies as the Greatest Cinematic Experience of All Time.

Didn't happen.

Frankly, I'm pleased that the movie got passed over, as I'm one of the few people on the planet that thought it was only an okay film. I can see why all the little fanboys wet themselves over this: it's dark, it's gritty, and it's incredibly nihilistic, just what the little comic zombies seem to go for these days.Unfortunately, it's also unpleasant, too long, and badly filmed.

First of all, let's talk about Heath Ledger's performance. I make no bones about the fact that I've never been a Heath Ledger fan. I thought A Knight's Tale was god-awful, The Brothers Grimm was even worse, and The Order was a steaming pile. In my not-so-humble opinion, had Ledger not died just before the opening of The Dark Knight, we wouldn't even be having this discussion right now. He was, at best, a B actor who someone made it into a couple of A movies.

Ledger's Joker was a one-note character, who simply moved the plot along by destroying things. He had no motivation, no reason, and no goal in mind; he just was. Proponents of the film hail his characterization as "a force of nature," or "an anarchist spreading chaos through fear." 

Whatever.

The fact is, the cinematic world is filled with "forces of nature" like this. Just look at Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Leatherface, the Aliens, Godzilla, etc., etc. These are all characters that kill for the sake of killing. They are plot devices that serve to provide something for the hero to contend against. As cool as they are, they are not three-dimensional, well-rounded characters. Ledger's Joker was over-the-top all the time. There was no shading to his character, and nothing that required any kind of acting skill. It was a competent performance, but nothing more. Ledger's performance didn't leave us with anything to think about or ponder, outside of, "Gee, I wonder of you really could kill a guy with a pencil like that?" 

I've heard the movie called "revolutionary," "groundbreaking," and "important," but I don't see how any of these adjectives fit. Birth of a Nation was groundbreaking, in that it helped establish a new cinematic language that had never been seen before. It was revolutionary in that it demonstrated that movie-going audiences would embrace a feature-length film (most pictures before Birth were one- or two-reelers). Terminator 2 was groundbreaking in that it introduced a level of CGI that had never before been seen in the movies. The Dark Knight was none of these. It was unrelentingly brutal and mean-spirited (as well as being confusing and meandering), but it certainly wasn't revolutionary, groundbreaking, or important. Only obsessed fanboys with no sense of cinematic history could believe that.

The Academy's charter in awarding the Oscars is to "reward the previous year's greatest cinema achievements as determined by some of the world's most accomplished motion picture artists and professionals." It is not simply a popularity contest. Box office success, or failure, should not influence the voting of the Academy's members one way or the other. 

So does the Academy always get it "right?" Of course not. But simply screaming that The Dark Knight should receive Best Picture, Director, Actor, etc. nods merely because it was a box office hit is ludicrous. Box office has nothing to do with the quality or achievement of a movie, as we all know. I really wish the legion of fanboys who are so up in arms about this "slight" could just relax and revel in the fact that so many comic book movies are being made today. Iron Man was great (far better than The Dark Knight in telling a compelling story with believable characters), The Hulk was a definite improvement over the Ang Lee version, and we have Watchmen to look forward to in a few months. Let's face it folks: we won. The geeks have inherited the Earth, and we should be celebrating that fact, rather than bemoaning the fact that TDK hasn't been canonized as the Most Transcendental and Uplifting Film in the History of Mankind.

I don't really want to go into a long discussion/critique of the film's weaknesses, but looked at critically, there are quite a few, from bad acting to sloppy storytelling to bad cinematography to a seriously excessive running time. Was it a good summer action film? Apparently so. Was it Oscar worthy? I say no.

2. Teaching Creationism in Public Schools

Apparently, the religious right is at it again, rallying in Austin to demand that Creationism (or "Intelligent Design") be taught in public school science classes right alongside evolution.

What a load of crap.

Why are we still having this discussion? You'd think that we were living in Salem, Massachusetts during the time of the witch trials. We're talking about science classes here, classes with a mandate to teach science. Not mythology. Are conservative Christians so weak in their beliefs that they can't abide any opposing argument be heard? 

And why, when they talk about providing a "fair and balanced" approach to generative issues, are they only concerned with teaching the Christian doctrine of creation? Would they agree that a fair and balanced approach would also necessitate teaching the Muslim creation myth, or the creation stories of the various Native American tribes, or the creation myths of other, even more obscure and uncommon cultures? Of course not. This is nothing more than a totally transparent attempt to shove their particular religious beliefs down the throat of a public that doesn't necessarily want anything to do with them.

The issue here is that Creationism (or Intelligent Design, if you prefer) isn't science. There's absolutely no physical or objective proof that some outside intelligence created the world and everything in it. It doesn't stand up to scientific rigor in any way, shape, or form. It's faith, pure and simple. Yes, I know it's in the Bible, but that's no more proof of the existence of God than Action Comics is proof of the existence of Superman.

The proponents of Creationism are insisting that "the strengths and weaknesses" of evolution be taught in the classroom, yet they've never identified any of these so-called weaknesses. It's a weak position, and one that really shouldn't be argued anymore in this day and age of increasing scientific understanding. Do we really want to close our children's minds before they've even had a chance to be opened. 

That, simply, is why it should not be taught in science classes. Evolution is a scientific principle that we see in both large and small ways. Large, in that we can study the fossilized bones of extinct creatures and examine the way they developed over time. The development of the modern horse, descended from Eohippus, is a great example of this. Small, in that we can see cross-bred plants produce entirely new organisms and we can see the results of directed breeding in dogs throughout the years. Evolution is a fact, not a theory, and just because we don't have all the answers yet regarding the origins of life does not diminish the fact that evolution, the survival of the fittest, is the way things are.

But I understand that some people don't agree with the above, and they have a right to educate their children in the ways of their faith. That doesn't mean their specific belief structure has to be validated by the State Education Department. Thomas Jefferson advocated the separation of church and state for a very good reason. 

Here's a thought: if you're a Christian, and you want you child to learn about Creationism from the point of view of your faith, send them to Sunday school. That's an appropriate venue in which to teach them all about your beliefs. By learning about evolution in school and Creationism in church, your kid will be well-prepared to make an informed, intelligent decision as to what they personally believe when he or she grow up.

But that's not what these people want, obviously.

3. A Modest Proposal for Economic Recovery

Like many people, the current economic crisis is very much on my mind. I read about businesses receiving billions of dollars in Federal bailout money, but I have yet to see any positive results of all this governmental largesse. A large part of the reason for this is that the money was handed out under a corrupt administration with no strings attached. Why was the Federal government so hesitant to treat the banks in the same way that the banks have always treated their borrowers? It makes no sense to me. Now, of course, the auto industry has its hand out, and I hear that the retail industry is going begging to Washington to shore them up after a disastrous holiday season. When does it ever end?

Frankly, I think the wrong people are getting the cash.

Personally, I have no interest in bailing out a bunch of banking or auto execs, who knew exactly what they were doing when they put in place corporate practices that got them into this mess. The banks held a carrot in front of the noses of the poor and lower middle class, encouraging them to take out mortgages they could never afford, under terms that only benefitted the lenders. Did they really think that someone making $50,000 a year could really afford the mortgage on a $500,000 house? And yet they pushed those mortgages out there anyway, with balloon payments that looked good for the first year or so, but quickly became a monster, threatening to devour everything in sight. And these same banks that are now asking to be kept afloat on a raft of taxpayer money made a fortune sending out pre-approved credit cards, looking to hook the public into easy money with exorbitantly high interest rates, knowing that the vast majority of people would get themselves into trouble. But did the banks care? Not as long as they were making money.

And what about the auto execs, who insisted on making large, gas-guzzling, high maintenance vehicles, even during a time when consumers were telling them they wanted smaller, more fuel-efficient, better built cars. Hummers? Are you kidding me? The fact that auto sales for Ford, GM, and Chrylser are in the toilet should come as no surprise to anyone, least of all these corporate big shots who knew exactly what they were doing when they kept on rolling out Ford F-150s that got 12 miles to the gallon. And now they want us, you and me, to bail them out and ensure that their bloated corporate salaries and benefits packages stay intact. The writing was on the wall years ago, and they chose to ignore it. Now they want us to take the fall for their bad decisions.

I think we need to cut these guys loose. They've proven that they can't run a business, and the days of what amount to Federal grants to the exceptionally wealthy should be over. Here's what I propose instead:

Instead of giving the money to the guys at the top, give it to the guys at the bottom. Roosevelt's WPA programs in the 1930s are a good model, but we have to reinvent them. During the Depression, America's economy was largely built on labor and manufacturing. Therefore, when FDR instituted a policy of public works, which included building new roads and structures, it was perfectly suited to a time in which a large percentage of the workforce were laborers. 

Today, however, we are an information-based economy, and with that realization comes the need to find a way to employ people who are not laborers in the traditional sense. Computer programmers, for example, aren't going to be your best road workers. WPA-like projects to improve our infrastructure should definitely continue, but they can't be our only solution.

There is a way to create jobs and put people to work in a variety of areas, however. I'd propose that the Federal Government make available non-taxable grants to anyone on, or eligible for, unemployment who can outline a plan to use the money constructively. For example, say you're unemployed and you want to go back to schoool or write a book or make a movie or start a business or whatever. When your plan is accepted, the government would, in effect, fund you for one year. At the end of that year, you would have to show some sort of measurable result (i.e.: a B average if you were in school, a completed manuscript and evidence of submission to publishers, an established business, etc.) or be required to pay the money back. This way, it would be clear that the government was not funding you to sit on your ass for twelve months, but would be actively looking for results, much like an employer would. If you could show substantial progress, you would be eligible to apply for an additional year of grant money.

Freed from the necessity of finding a full-time - or worse yet, part-time -  job, these people would be able to better themselves and make a contribution to the life of society at large. They would also be able to spend money, putting it back into the economy and fostering growth. They would be able to work with their strengths, which should be the goal of any public employment program.

To properly implement this new program, it would be necessary to establish offices in all major cities, staffed with enough people - experienced in various disciplines - to process and turn over applications quickly. This would create a large number of Federal jobs in addition to all the people that would be helped by the grants. Jut by taking the amount of money spent on the ridiculous bailout package, we'd be able to help almost 1 million people with a plan like this, not counting those that would be put to work administering the plan.

We've seen that money flows in just one direction: up. Reagan's voodoo economics program - the "trickle-down" theory - was an utter and abject failure. when you give money to the people at the top of the pyramid, they keep it for themselves. Very little of it "trickles down" to the people it was intended to benefit.

When you give money to the people at the bottom of the pyramid, however, they spent it - on things like rent, food, cars, entertainment, etc. - and circulate it throughout the economy, benefiting people at all levels of society. This seems like a simple concept, yet few of those in charge seem to have a firm grasp of real-world economics, preferring to look down from the mountaintop rather than up from the valley.

So really, it comes down to this: who do you want to help - a relatively few wealthy individuals at the top of the food chain, or vast numbers of real, everyday people struggling to do their best and make a living in this fragile economy?

I know which group I choose.

A New Day...

Well, we have a new President. Barack Hussein Obama took the oath of office this morning, and you could practically hear America breathing a collective sigh of relief. It's truly a watershed moment in American history.

I'm glad Obama won the election. I voted for him and supported his candidacy, and I truly believe the right man got the job. He brings a spirit of optimism to the country that we haven't seen since the days of John F. Kennedy. I know that I should be over the moon after this morning, dancing naked in the streets and jumping over bonfires. And yet...

President Obama has made a few troubling decisions in recent days. I realize he's just taken office, but he's certainly been in the spotlight since November 4, and some of the positions he's taken already are enough to make me go, "Hmmmm."

First is his decision to have evangelical pastor Rick Warren deliver the inaugural invocation. Warren was an outspoken supporter of California's Proposition 8 - a bill designed to deny simple human rights to gays and lesbians - one of the most heinous pieces of hate legislation ever put on a ballot. Legislating bigotry and opression like this is akin to putting a bill on the ballot that would reintroduce slavery. It's wrong, it never should have happened, and it needs to be reversed. Now. By giving an admitted bigot and hatemonger like Warren such a national forum, Obama gives tacit approval to his beliefs. Barack ran on a platform of inclusion and change; why embrace the ways of the past in such a straightforward and offensive way? It's not like there's a shortage of pastors, ministers, or preachers in this country. As Obama should know better than any President to come before him, civil rights is an important issue, but civil rights have to apply to everyone, not just a particular minority group. I'm all for someone being strong in their faith, but not at the expense of someone else's rights.

Even more disturbing is the report from CNN that Obama has stated that he has no intention of eliminating the Bush tax cuts for the wealthy (one of his widely-quoted campaign promises), and that he has no interest in pursuing investigations into illegal activities by Bush staffers and administration, specifically regarding their actions concerning the Department of Justice. If these people, or anyone in the Bush administration, broke the law and betrayed the public trust, they should be held accountable, just as any public citizen would be. That is, ideally, how our system of government works, that no one is above the law. To ignore their crimes for the sake of political expediency is reprehensible. There are many people who would like to see former Vice-President Dick Cheney held responsible for authorizing torture at Guantanamo Bay, for example. The chances of that actually happening seem slimmer and slimmer.

Of course, Obama has just been sworn in, and anything can still happen. I voted for him and I intend to support him. But that doesn't mean that I won't be the first to cry "Foul!" or criticize the man when he loses sight of the reason he was elected. We put him in office not because he was young, and not because he was black, and not because he was polished. We put him in the office because we truly felt that he was the best possible person to lead us out of the dark pit of despair in which we've found ourselves, back into the bright light of hope. He has a House and a Senate that are solidly behind him. Now, after today's festivities are over, Barack Obama needs to hit the ground running and begin the process of healing, rebuilding, and inspiring this much-maligned nation. He needs to do this not for the black community, not for the evangelicals, not for the wealthy and powerful. He needs to do it for everyone, and he needs to do it fast.

Let's hope he's up to the task he's undertaken.

Commentary Track

I've been told by at least one person that posting comments to this blog has been problematic. Hopefully, after tweaking some of the default settings on Blogspot, that problem has been addressed. 

So go ahead and comment away. Both of you.

Book Review: The Dexter Trilogy (Darkly Dreaming Dexter, Dearly Devoted Dexter, Dexter in the Dark) by Jeff Lindsay

I admit it: I'm fascinated by serial killers. From Ed Gein to Henry Lee Lucas to Ted Bundy to Jeffrey Dahmer, those individuals who commit gruesome murders, often according to some kind of pattern or design, intrigue me. I'm not sure how one gets to the point of being able to eliminate other human beings without any seeming sense of remorse or regret, but there's something inside these people that obviously makes that possible. And that's the fascinating part. These people regularly cross a line that the vast majority of us find untenable, placing themselves outside of "normal" human society. They're a dark mirror, revealing to us a dark part of ourselves that we ordinarily keep suppressed.

Of course, serial killers, both in fact and fiction, make up some of the darkest icons of our collective unconscious. Who hasn't heard about Jack the Ripper, and the horrific murders he committed in London's Whitechapel district in 1888, or Thomas Harris's greatest literary creation, killer and gourmand Hannibal Lechter? Even such cinematic favorites as Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, and Freddy Kruger take their inspiration from such real life fiends as Andrei Chikitillo, Albert Fish, and Danny Rolling.

And then there's Dexter, the creation of author Jeff Lindsay. By day, Dexter Morgan is a blood spatter analyst for the Miami Police Department, but beneath his charming, laid-back exterior, Dexter harbors a horrific secret: he's a serial killer, far worse than most of the people he helps send to jail. Dexter is no ordinary serial killer, however. He only kills those who have, in turn, murdered others and somehow gotten away with it. He's a serial killer with a code, a code he takes very seriously.

That's what makes Dexter an interesting character, a new take on the old serial killer model. Most serial killers, real or fictitious, prowl the nights, stalking their innocent victims whose only crime might be to have long, straight brown hair, or to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Not so Dexter. He actually performs a public service, eliminating undesirables from the community when the courts fail. Like Batman or Daredevil, he rids the world of vermin that have been placed beyond the reach of the law, and, believe it or not, we love him for it.

And therein lies the strength of Lindsay's writing, that he makes us care about this bloodthirsty human being. It's not easy to find a serial murderer likable and charming, especially when you're fully aware of his extracurricular activities, but somehow, Lindsay pulls it off.

The majority of the first two books are told through Dexter's interior monologue, which displays both the strength and the weakness of Lindsay's writing. The choice of narrative focus allows Lindsay to, literally, get into Dexter's head, which makes him a fascinating character. We see the world through Dexter's eyes, as if we were tagging along with him on his gruesome journey, and we experience, with him, the thought processes that occur before, during, and after one of his murders. It's an intriguing perspective, albeit a fictional one. 

The cost of this singular POV, however, is to the secondary characters, especially Dexter's sister, Deborah, his girlfriend, Rita, and his assortment of friends, none of whom are as well developed or as interesting as Dexter himself. They all run through the book, going through the motions that Lindsay requires, never becoming more than two-dimensional caricatures. We never develop an attachment to them or really care about their ultimate fate, because they're no more real than cartoon characters, included as mere window dressing.

It's for this very reason that this becomes that rarest of instances, a time in which the adaptation (i.e. the Showtime series) is actually better than the books upon which it is based. With such wonderful actors as Michael C. Hall as Dexter, Julie Benz as Rita, and Jennifer Carpenter as Deborah, these characters finally take on three-dimensional life. Deb and Rita actually become well-rounded, realistic characters, as do other members of the supporting cast through the wonderful moments and subplots given to them by the series' writers. The biggest beneficiary of this development is Deb; in the books, she's nothing but an eternally angry cop, there simply to feed information to Dexter and to allow him to solve the case. The Showtime series actually makes her a real character, with feelings and ideas and a real backstory. She actually helps to move the plot along, rather than just existing as a talking signpost. By doing this, Dexter seems even more removed from humanity, and thus more terrifying.

As for the books themselves, Lindsay writes in a pulpy, potboilerish style that keeps the plot advancing, resulting in a fast, easy read. The first two books are stylish and thrilling, but the third veers off into some bizarre territory involving supernatural elements that might have been best avoided. Although all three books are fun, the third is definitely the weakest of the lot.

Lindsay's biggest problem as a writer is in the payoffs of his novels. By the time one reaches the end, it feels as if the author has grown bored with his story, and wants to wrap it up as quickly as possible. This makes for a highly unsatisfying conclusion, especially given all that the reader (and Dexter) have gone through to get to that point.

So, finally, the books are certainly recommended as something different in the area of serial killer fiction, but the Showtime series carries an even higher recommendation, especially for the performance of Michael C. Hall who, by all indications, is certainly an actor to watch.

Book Review: Doc Savage #23: Mystery Under the Sea & The Red Terrors

I first discovered Doc Savage in 1974, through the reprint series presented in paperback by Bantam Books. Doc was the creation of Lester Dent (writing under the house name of Kenneth Robeson), one of the most prolific pulp writers of the 1930s and 40s, and was rivaled only by the mysterious Shadow in sheer popularity. 

A physical and mental marvel, raised from infancy for his task of aiding and serving humanity, Clark Savage Jr., more familiarly known as "Doc," was an unrivaled surgeon and inventor, a perfectly developed physical specimen, an expert in virtually every field of human endeavor, and even a noted concert violinist. With the help of his five aides - Andrew Blodgett "Monk" Mayfair, Theodore Marley "Ham" Brooks, John "Renny" Renwick, William Harper "Johnny" Littlejohn, and Thomas J. "Long Tom" Roberts - Doc traveled the world righting wrongs, helping the oppressed, and punishing the guilty.

More super than Superman, more accomplished than Batman, smarter than Indiana Jones, more dashing than James Bond, Doc served as inspiration for all those iconic characters and more. His adventures were fast-paced and exciting, ranging from lost jungles to the depths of the ocean to the far-flung Polar regions and beyond. Wherever action and adventure presented itself, Doc and his "Fabulous Five" were there. In the days of the Bantam reprints, it was a thrill to anticipate the publication of the next "supersaga," much as it must have been for the original readers during the Great Depression.

Now, modern readers can experience that same sense of excitement, as Sanctum Books (in cooperation with Nostalgia Ventures up until recently), is reissuing these classic tales of adventure, two stories at a time, in attractive trade paperback editions. Edited and spearheaded by Anthony Tollin, each volume contains a pair of Doc adventures, along with commentary by Tollin ( a long-time pulp historian, whose Shadow Scrapbook is required reading for any fan) and historian/author Will Murray that provides valuable insights into the tales presented. 

I've read all of the 182 Doc supersagas presented by Bantam (181 is the official count, but Bantam also published The Red Spider, a novel written by Dent but never released during the official run of the pulps), but I'm enjoying this new series for several reasons. First, of course, is the commentary. Tollin and Murray have access to archives and documents that provide fresh insights into these classic tales, and the information they provide is always worthwhile. Like DVD commentary tracks, these supplemental features provide invaluable information that makes the stories even more entertaining. 

Second, Murray and Doc-fan Scott Cranford have, in many cases, restored material that was edited out of the original versions, creating a sort of "Director's Cut" of the stories he reprints. In the recent volume, for example, nearly 7,000 words of Dent's original text, cut by editor John L. Nanovic's assistant Morris Ogden Jones in order to make room for a supplemental short story, have been restored. That's a fair chunk of original material - most of Dent's Doc novels ran about 60,000 words -  that has never before seen the light of day. Even to a confirmed fan like myself, there's always something new to discover in this wonderful series.

Third is the presentation. Tollin includes copious original illustrations, giving the book the feel of the pulp from which it comes. Many of the volumes sport two covers, a choice of either the original Walter L. Baumhofer cover from the pulp, or the James Bama cover from the Bantam reprints. Either version is a winner.

This latest volume in the Doc Savage series presents Mystery Under the Sea (originally published in February, 1936) and its sequel, The Red Terrors (originally published in September, 1938). Both deal with lost underwater cities and civilizations, and both are filled with the rollicking action that Doc was known for. Although the quality of the Doc novels suffered somewhat during the later part of the run (especially when the full-sized pulp became a digest during World War II and beyond), these two stories are from Doc's prime period, when Dent was at the peak of his writing powers. Everything you could want in a Doc adventure is here: a baffling mystery, a heinous villain, an exotic locale, deathtraps aplenty, solid pacing, and more. Doc's stories rarely had sequels - one could argue that The Devil Ghengis is a sequel to The Fortress of Solitude, as both feature the villainous John Sunlight, the only one of Doc's adversary's ever to make a return appearance - making this volume particularly noteworthy.

Dent devloped an outline, a "master plot," as he called it, that he used throughout most of his career, one that, he said, was guaranteed to result in a sale to an editor.  "The business of building stories," he said, "seems not much different than the building of anything else." If this is true, then Dent was, surely, a master architect, as his stories, like the best buildings, have stood the test of time. The use of this outline is clearly seen in these two stories, as Dent piles exciting event upon exciting event, all driving towards a tremendous climax. Rather than feeling formulaic, however, Dent keeps his stories fresh by presenting his material in new and different ways. Even with two stories as thematically similar as Mystery and Terrors, you never get the feeling he's rehashing old ground or recycling old material. And that, of course, is why Dent was one of the premiere pulp writers of his age. 

If you're a fan of pulp literature, or if you've never heard of Doc but have enjoyed movies like Raiders of the Lost Ark, you owe it to yourself to check out this outstanding reprint series. At $12.95 per volume, this is easily one of the best values around. Tollin and company are also publishing similar reprints of The Shadow - another series I'm following avidly - with other pulp characters in the works for 2009. Available at your local comic or bookshop, these are enthusiastically recommended to anyone who enjoys a good, exciting story.

Superstition in the 21st Century

We're fortunate to live in an era of unprecedented technological achievement. From the vastness of outer space - we recently observed a gamma burst from nearly 13 billion light years away - to the mysteries beneath the earth's oceans - we've observed hydrothermal vents, complete with thriving shrimp colonies, at depths we previously believed to be uninhabitable - to the incredible complexities of life - we've mapped, and are continuing to analyze the human genome, the basic building blocks of who we are - we now understand more about the earth, the universe, and ourselves than at any other point in human history. And that store of knowledge continues to grow and expand with each passing day.

And yet, over the last few decades, we've become increasingly superstitious as a society. This point has been brought home to me recently in two different ways.

Over this past weekend, I was having a conversation with someone about the year to come (a natural enough topic at this time of year). It turns out that he's under the belief that massive changes are about to rock the world, as early as March or April of this year, including the devaluation of the dollar by 90%, the elimination of all debt, both personal and corporate, a massive earthquake in California ("the Big One," if you will), and rioting in major cities across the US, culminating in a devastating revolution.

When I asked him why he thought these things were going to happen, he told me that, "people have been having dreams," and that this had all been prophesied.

Then, last night, while flipping channels, I came across part of The History Channel's "Armageddon Week," including two shows on the controversial "Bible Code."

For those of you not up on your Apocalyptic Prophecy, the so-called Bible Code is revealed when the text of the Torah (the first five books of the Old Testament) are laid out in a grid and decoded using a technique called Equidistant Letter Spacing (ELS). Using this technique, the decoder starts with a certain letter, then skips an equal number of letters in a specific direction looking for relevant words. For example:

the bold letters in this sentence form an ELS

If you start at the final "S" and read every forth letter going backwards, the word "Safest" is revealed. Bible Code junkies regularly wet themselves when they find several relevant words close to each other, thus "proving" that such coded messages were included in the Bible intentionally. They proudly point to such phrases as "Twin Towers," "airplane," and "Bin Laden," all referencing the tragic events of September 11, 2001. Their ability to predict events that have already happened is, admittedly, an interesting parlor trick, but their track record on predicting future events is somewhat less successful (Michael Drosnin, one of the main proponents of the Code, famously predicted massive earthquakes, a new World War, and an Atomic Holocaust, all happening in 2006. How's that working out for you, Michael?)

Interestingly, believers in the Code are split as to who, exactly, encoded the text. Many, of course, claim the Hand of God, while others promote either space aliens or time travelers. As a devout Pastafarian,  I'd like to throw the Flying Spaghetti Monster into the mix, just for completeness' sake.

Of course, critics point out that, with any book of similar length, such "coded messages" can be found, if one knows what one is looking for and manipulates the data successfully. To prove this point, an Australian researcher "decoded" the text of Moby Dick and found prophecies of the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr., the death of Princess Diana, and more. According to him,  a certain group of believers countered his research with the claim that he had conclusively proven God to be the author of Moby Dick, not Herman Melville as was previously believed. Ahoy there, Jebus.

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And this is the crux of the matter: that otherwise intelligent and educated people can believe such nonsense. The belief that the Earth is just over 5,000 years old - instead of the 4.5 billion that actual scientists tell us - is growing in popularity, as is the belief that the Creation Story in Genesis is factually accurate, and those pesky dinosaur bones that you and I can see and feel and touch were simply placed in the ground by God to test our faith. Another, related, belief about the dinosaurs, and one that I particularly find amusing, is that they were among the creatures Noah brought with him on the Ark. What happened to them after that is anybody's guess.

I understand faith, and I understand the need for a belief in something higher than oneself, especially in such currently troubling times, but why does faith need to equate with ignorance? Why, when faced with something we don't understand, do we instantly jump to the supernatural conclusion? I get it that rainbows are cool, but they're not miracles. A rainbow is an optical/meteorological phenomenon that occurs every single day. It's the refraction of light through droplets of moisture suspended in the atmosphere. There's no supernatural explanation necessary.

And as much as I appreciate that the birth of a baby is a landmark event in the lives of most people, that birth isn't a miracle, either. It's a repeatable event that occurs, non-stop, in every corner of the globe on every single day since mankind began. While it is significant, it is not a miracle.

An argument I've had frequently with believers in either Creationism or "Intelligent Design," is that their theories on the origins of Life, the Universe, and Everything, are just as valid as the Big Bang Theory, and the Theory of Evolution, as none of them can be conclusively proven or replicated in a laboratory, and none provide every last answer to every last question.

To them I say: Poppycock.

The difference between science-based explanations of the origins of Life, the Universe, and Everything, and faith-based beliefs, is that scientific theories have solid, evidential proof. Want evidence of evolution? Take a look at the development of the horse through fossil records. I can see and touch the bones of an Eohippus, and see the way the form of the animal developed over millions of years until it became the horse as we know it today. I don't have to rely on faith, and a book of mythology to tell me where the horse came from. Oh, but then there's that pesky assumption that God planted those bones to test our faith. Guess I fail that one.

The argument that any theory is as good and valid as any other theory is ridiculous on its face. Theories are more or less valid based on how much evidence supports them. And, I'm sorry, the Bible is no more evidence of the existence of God than Action Comics #1 is evidence of the existence of Superman. It would be lovely if it was otherwise, but just because you happen to believe in something doesn't make it real. My four- and six-year-old nieces firmly believe that Santa Claus slides down their chimney to deliver presents on Christmas Eve. Would that that were the case, but it's not, no matter how hard they believe in it. There is such a thing as objective reality.

So why do seemingly intelligent, educated people suddenly lose vast amounts of IQ points when confronted by things like the End of Days, the Bible Code, and Creationism? Why do so many people take these things seriously, or go so far as to espouse a literal interpretation of the Bible? Is it because our educational system has been steadily declining over the last several decades, failing to provide students with the critical reasoning skills necessary to confront these outdated superstitions? Or might it be that our understanding of science and scientific principles has reached such a high level that it is, to many laymen, indistinguishable from magic? I'll admit, the more I learn about quantum physics, the more it seems like sub-atomic hocus-pocus to me, but that's still no excuse for believing that dinosaur bones are here to somehow "test" us.

Perhaps it's that, in a day and age when many people feel like they are increasingly living at the whims and urges of others more powerful than themselves (i.e. the Government), the belief in a benevolent Higher Power is comforting. Perhaps ignorance really is bliss. But that only goes so far. Prohibiting people from marrying based on some outdated 2,000-year-old text, for example, is just wrong. Couching that prejudicial, ignorant belief in such flowery terms as "The Defense of Marriage Act," is, or should be, appalling and offensive to any rational, intelligent individual. Backing up your "opinion" on this type of societally-acceptable bigotry by saying, "Well, it's in the Bible so I believe it," is anti-intellectual drivel that should, in a perfect world, get you laughed out of the room. Without the ability to question and examine our beliefs, faith becomes mere dogma, and dogma, blindly applied, especially in social situations, is dangerous. That's a lesson that history has shown us time and time again, from the Crusades to the Salem Witch Trials to the Holocaust.

I wish I could propose a solution to this issue of willful ignorance, but I really can't. Especially so long as there are plenty of people with a vested interest in promoting that interest. How many copies of books having to do with the Bible Code, for example, have been written and sold? Enough to make someone, or multiple someones,  a very comfortable living, I suspect. How much money do churches around the world take in every day from the poor, dumb faithful, who are told that their tithes and offerings will assure them of a place at the Right Hand of God? These are the people and the institutions that foster this willful ignorance for their own gain. It's not a new phenomenon; it's been going on since the beginning of time.

Another factor in the growing reliance on superstition and mysticism is a lack of any sense of history. There's little, if anything, new under the sun, and a quick look at years past will confirm this. Currently, the best example of this is the incredible fascination with "End Times" literature, in which "prophets" from various disciplines tell us the world is about to end and/or God's judgment is about to be visited on the earth.

Many "seers" point to the year 2012 as the "End of Days," a fatuous belief made popular by the Mayan "Long Count" calendar, which seems to end on December 21st of that year. New Agers and other easily-deceived people have been wetting themselves for years over this "proof" that the world does not have long to live. They fail, however, to look below the surface of the calendar and see the real truth: that the Mayan calendar does not foretell the end of the world, just the end of a measured cycle. According to Meso-American scholars (i.e: those people that actually know something about this based on actual facts and research and not just hysterical rumor-mongering), the Mayans didn't see the end of the calendar as the end of the world. In fact, they celebrated the end of cycles, sort of the way we do on New Year's Eve. It's like getting all worked up because the calendar on your wall is about to expire. When I switched from a 2008 to a 2009 calendar, the world didn't end, it just marked the passing of a particular year. It's the same thing with the Mayan calendar. See how just a little bit of knowledge can set one's mind at ease? 

Others point to the Biblical Book of Revelations as "proof" that the world is about to end. In fact, Doomsday prophets have been pointing to this book as a prophecy of doom practically ever since it was written.

The Book of Revelations is, without a doubt, a gripping read, full of doom, destruction, and some of the greatest characters in Biblical literature, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

According to believers, the book is an account of a revelation given to "John" (there's a great deal of controversy as to whether this John, is, indeed, John the Baptist, John the Apostle, the author of the Gospel According to John, or simply someone else with the same first name. Let me tell you, it sucks to have such a common name) regarding the Second Coming of Christ and the ensuing cataclysmic battle between Good and Evil. If Stephen King was a Biblical prophet, this is the book he would have written.

Although the Book of Revelations is considered canonical, many leading thinkers and theologians have dismissed it entirely. Neither Martin Luther nor John Calvin had any use for it (Luther called it "an offensive piece of work"), and Thomas Jefferson omitted it entirely from the version of the Bible he edited, writing that he "considered it as merely the ravings of a maniac, no more worthy or capable of explanation than the incoherences of our own nightly dreams."

Some scholars note the growth of Amanita muscaria on the island of Patmos, John's home during the period in which he wrote Revelations.  A. musicaria is commonly known as fly agaric, a highly toxic and violently hallucinogenic species of mushroom. After ingesting a few of these, it would be no wonder that John saw visions.

And so, what is the significance of this oft-quoted book? As the Bush administration so deftly showed us, fear is a powerful tool when used to wield control over the masses. If the Church really wanted to control the actions and the thoughts of their followers, what better way then by instilling in them a healthy dose of fear regarding the imminent end of the world? Think of the Book of Revelations as the Biblical version of the Bush administration's Terror Alert system. Keep the people stupid and scared, and they'll follow you blindly, as long as you promise to keep them, and their immortal souls, safe.

Actually, Christian Doomsday beliefs predate John's exciting horror novel. Christians in the First Century firmly believed that Christ's return was imminent, as he told them he would be back shortly (predating both General Douglas MacArthur and Arnold Schwarzenneger). By about 90 AD, many of them realized that they had been had, and that maybe the end of the world wasn't coming quite so quickly after all. It would prove to be the first of many Apocalyptic disappointments throughout the ensuing years.

Martin Luther (1483-1546), he of the 95 Theses which marked the creation of the Protestant Church, was convinced that he was living in the end times. He said, "For my part, I am sure that the end is just around the corner... it is certain that time is now at an end." The Anabaptists - a radical Christian group formed during the Reformation -  were certain that the Millennium was to come in 1533. They didn't get the Apocalypse, but they did get Henry VIII's marriage to Anne Boleyn, and the establishment of the first mental institutions to make up for it. Of course, the year 1666 was one of great tribulation, marked, as it was, by the infamous Number of the Beast. I'm sure plenty of people saw Satan around every corner in that year, but the truth is, the biggest thing that happened in 1666 was either France and the Dutch declaring war on England, Antonio Stradivari labeling his first violin, the Great London Fire, or the first appearance of Cheddar cheese. Take your pick.

Than there's the Prophecy of the Popes, supposedly written by Saint Malachy in the 12th-century and revealed to the world in 1595 by Benedictine historian Arnold de Wyon. The document contains 112 short Latin phrases, supposedly describing each Pope in the order of his election, beginning with Pope Celestine II, who was named Pope in 1143, and ending with "Peter the Roman," the final Pope, whose reign will see the destruction of Rome and, presumably, the End of Days.

While it's an undeniably fun document, even the Catholic Encyclopedia considers it an elaborate forgery, couching their descriptions of later Popes in vague, almost riddle-like, terms., much like the celebrated prophecies of Nostradamus. For example, Pope John Paul II was described as "De labore Solis," or, "Of the Labor of the Sun." The term is sometimes interpreted as referring to a solar eclipse, so believers point to the fact that JP was born during a partial eclipse, or that as a young man he worked in a quarry (i.e.: "laboring in the sun"), or that the sun rises in the East, predicting that JP would be the first Pope from Eastern Europe, as proof of the accuracy of the Saint. Petrus Romanus, the final Pope, comes directly after Pope Benedict XVI, the current Pontiff, so be afraid... be very afraid.

And, of course, the list goes on and on. Christopher Love, a leading Presbyterian, predicted an earthquake that would shake the world in 1763, while Claas Epp, Jr., a minister in the Russian Mennonite faith, foretold Christ's return on March 8, 1889. When that day came and went, he revised his prediction to 1891. Keep trying , Claas.

Even more recently, the Prophets of the Apocalypse have been hard at work terrorizing people with visions of Hell on Earth. David Berg saw the coming of the Comet Kohoutek in 1973 as the harbinger of doom (he later changed his prediction to 1993), while televangelist Benny Hinn has foretold numerous dates for Christ's return, all of them passing without incident. William Kamm warned us about a devastating tidal wave that would sink the island of guam in 1994, while Harold Camping gave the hard date of September 6, 1994 as the Second Coming of Christ. Shelby Corbitt, working with information revealed to her by God himself, told us the Rapture - in which the faithful are bodily taken up to heaven, while the heathens are cast into the Lake of Eternal Fire - was coming in mid-2007. Are you seeing a pattern here?

One of my personal favorites is Gordon-Michael Scallion, a self-proclaimed "psychic" who has been predicting "earth changes" for decades, even going so far as to publish maps of future geography (now in its 3rd edition, according to his website) that will cost the faithful $30 a pop. It looks like Dallas is going to be beachfront property, so we're sitting pretty in North Texas. Of course, when Scallion's predictions don't pan out, he merely changes the date of his Doomsday scenario and continues to rake in the cash from book and map sales, seminars, etc. I guess if you're convinced the world is ending, it makes sense to make as much money as possible in the meantime. It's good to know, at least, that P.T. Barnum is alive and well.

And so it goes. This current round of Apocalyptic hand-wringing is nothing new. It bothers me, however, that we still haven't seen through this garbage, with all that we've advanced in the realms of science and technology. The Internet is ubiquitous these days; it takes very little effort to look up the facts on, say, the Mayan Calendar or the Bible Code, and see the flummery exposed for what it really is. Certainly, we've suffered through eight years of a President who seemed to make it his mission to stamp out learning and education in this country by any means necessary, but I'm disappointed that we, as a society, seem so eager to embrace his brand of willful ignorance.

There is, however, one thing we can all do to combat this dangerous scourge of anti-intellectualism, even in a day when having anything more than a Sixth Grade education gets you branded an "elitist": read. Read often and read a lot. Read anything and everything, especially viewpoints you disagree with. And always question what others tell you (even this). Don't believe it just because someone says it. Find out for yourself, and don't be afraid to crack a book open.

You might be surprised by what you learn.

Comic Review: X-Men #500-504

Writers: Matt Faction and Ed Brubaker

Artisits: Greg Land, Jay Leisten, Terry Dodson, Rachel Dodson

If memory serves me right, the first X-Men comic I ever read was issue #36 (September 1967), in which Xavier's young students - at that time, back in the Dark Ages, Cyclops, Angel, Marvel Girl, Iceman, and the Beast - battled Mekano, a disgruntled college student with a strength-enhancing exoskeleton.

After that, I followed the adventures of Marvel's Merry Mutants sporadically, getting on board for good with the publication, in the Summer of 1975, of Giant-Sized X-Men #1, the book that single handedly reinvented Marvel. I was a loyal fan for years, enjoying the tales woven by Chris Claremont, Dave Cockrum, John Byrne, Paul Smith and others, but eventually the franchise started to collapse under its own weight. Where there had once been only a handful of mutants, now there were literally thousands. It seemed that, in the Marvel Universe, every other person you passed on the street was a mutant. It got to the point that mutants eventually had their own country, Genosha. It was impossible to keep track of all the characters coming and going, and I eventually lost interest and dropped the main title and all its spinoffs somewhere around issue #400.

Apparently, Marvel also felt that this was a problem, as they attempted to rectify the issue in their mega-event, Avengers Disassembled, when Wanda Maximoff, aka the Scarlet Witch, obliterated virtually all mutants from the Marvel landscape with three little words cast as a reality-altering spell: "No more mutants."

All of a sudden, the vast population of mutant humanity was reduced to a relative handful. Perhaps now it would be possible to make sense of what was going on and who was who. At least after Marvel got the rest of their ultra-mega reality-altering events out of their system.

Well, now it's post-Avenges Disassembled, post-House of M, post-Civil War, and post-Secret Invasion, and, lo and behold, X-Men has hit issue #500. Traditionally, important issues like this are considered good jumping on points, so I thought I'd give Marvel's mutants another chance, even though I expected to be disappointed and confused.

What can I say, I was pleasantly surprised. Behind a beautiful cover by Alex Ross, writers Ed Brubaker and Matt Fraction set to work establishing a new status quo for the X-Men, relocating them to San Francisco in the wake of the destruction of Xavier's mansion, their traditional home, in Westchester, NY.  Although there are a few plot points that go unexplained for new readers - like, why is there a Celestial standing in the middle of Golden Gate park? - overall this is, as hoped, a good place either to climb on board for the first time or to get re-acquainted with the franchise. Over the course of the next few issues, Brubaker and Fraction tell the story of a mutant named Empath who, under the control of the mysterious and enigmatic Red Queen, leads an anti-mutant hate group, beating up all the mutants who have now come to SF to join the X-Men. At the same time, Magneto - depowered in the wake of Wanda's spell - joins forces with the mysterious High Evolutionary for reasons that have yet to be revealed, and battles the X-Men, his powers seemingly restored. It's a good read, told briskly over the course of four issues. I give them credit for not padding it out to six issues as seems to be industry standard these days.

Fraction and Brubaker are two of the better writers working in comics today. Brubaker, of course, is the guy who did the seemingly impossible: he brought Bucky, Captain America's World War II-era partner whose death shaped much of Cap's character over the last forty years, in a way that didn't seem trite, forced, or ridiculous. And Fraction is the new writer on Iron Man, a book that, sadly, has floundered under a lack of creative direction for years. I have high hopes that he'll make the character worth reading again.

While the story is a good read, the art in #500-503 is less successful. Greg Land is a proponent of the photo referencing school of comic book art, in which he uses photos of real people as the basis for his drawings. This leads to a number of problems. First, virtually all of Land's people look the same, distinguished only by their costumes and hair color. Face and body structure are identical from figure to figure. Second, Land's poses are stiff and static, like his characters are posing for a product advertisement (no doubt many of them were). It's difficult to get involved with characters when they all look like they're posing for a Pepsodent ad, especially when they express emotions wholly inappropriate to the moment. Yes, Photoshop is a good thing, but it's being overused in comics today, especially in the work of artists like Land.

Things get better in issue #504, when the husband and wife team of Terry and Rachel Dodson take over the art chores. They have a far more pleasing style than Land, less stiff and photo referenced. They're particularly adept at rendering beautiful women, which this issue definitely spotlights. With any luck, they're on the book for the long haul.

Another thing to like about the current status quo of the team is the use of long-established characters. For quite a while, it seemed, the X-Men were populated entirely by second stringers. Now, Cyclops is in charge as team leader with Emma Frost as his second. Also on the team are the Angel and the Beast - both founding members - Colossus, Storm, Nightcrawler, and Wolverine (the most overexposed character in the history of comics. Are we really supposed to believe that Logan can be a functioning member of this West Coast-based team while, at the same time, serving as part of the East Coast-based Avengers. Come on.), with intriguing newer characters like Pixie thrown in for good measure. The use of these long-established characters restores a sense of history to the team, and brings them back to the forefront of the Marvel Universe, as one of the premiere super teams.

All in all, it's a good effort that make the X-Men more accessible than they've been in years. My hat's off to Fraction and Brubaker for putting this once-mighty book back on track.

Rating: Three Ravens (Land issues), Four Ravens (Dodson issue) out of Five.

What Censorship Is... And Is Not

Over on my friend Keith's blog, he talks about a discussion we had on New Years Eve about blogging. I told him that I had just started doing this, and the question about what to or what not to blog about came up. I feel strongly that, in this day and age of technological sophistication, when these blog posts are available to anyone with an Internet connection, one has to be extremely careful and thoughtful in what one posts, especially when one is in the position, as Keith and I both are, of looking for a job. What we write, once posted, becomes public content, not easily eradicated, for which the consequences can be potentially severe.

For that reason, I'm likely to shy away from talking about issues and disagreements I've had with past employers. First of all, that's really nobody's business, and secondly, that would probably be looked on with disfavor by a future potential employer. Certainly, I've had my share of disagreements and resentments with people I've worked for in the past - everyone has - but I don't really see a value in flaunting those here in a public forum. Yes, there is value in "getting it off my chest," but that's what friends and family are for. I can, and sometimes do, spend whole evenings bitching about this and that to Judy or Keith or any number of people, but that's private and not a subject of public discussion.

So far, after reading his post, I think Keith would agree with most of what I've said. But then he goes on the say,

"So I have a quandary… since my blog is part of my personal site that includes my resume and my portfolio, do I start censoring what I do and do not comment on? Do I maintain the level of transparency I’ve grown accustomed to in the name of intellectual honesty and risk losing future jobs? Do I keep up the honesty, but move the blog to a different, more anonymous outlet, impugning the intellectual honesty but lessening the degree I cut off my own nose to spite my face ’cause I can’t keep my damn mouth shut? For anyone else, these would probably be easy questions, but for a guy who refused a needed Christmas bonus and declined a wanted job interview to avoid compromising his admittedly too-frigging-rigid ethics, not so much (look up the definition of “Pyrrhic” in the dictionary sometime, you’ll see my picture).

This is the part that I really disagree with. Let's start with the line, "...do I start censoring what I do and do not comment on?" Maybe Keith just chose the wrong word, but censorship isn't the issue here. The Oxford English Dictionary - the best language resource on the planet, bar none - offers the first definition of the word "censor" as:

"An official who examines material that is to be published and suppresses parts considered offensive or a threat to security."

The first two words there are key. "An official" refers to an outside agency that reviews a work and decides whether or not it can be presented to the public. It's done without the original author's participation or consent. It's typically a bad thing, flying in the face of one of our most basic human rights, the right to the free expression of ideas.

However, the word has no application here, as there is no outside agency trying to "censor" Keith's blog. What he's talking about is part and parcel of the process of creation: deciding what goes into the finished work and what doesn't. Artists and writers do this all the time, with varying degrees of success. Every book ever written has gone through an editing process, for example, in which parts of it are trimmed, either to improve the pace of the story, to make the book more marketable, to increase comprehension, or whatever. This isn't censorship, even if it's done by an editor that is not the author. That is the editor's job. It's also not censorship when a publishing house declines to publish the novel that you've worked so hard on. That's a business making a business decision that they have every right to make.

Frankly, the word censorship - an incredibly loaded and potentially divisive word - is thrown around far too freely in this age of "inalienable rights." No rights are absolute, and that includes the freedom of speech. Yes, you can express yourself, but then you have to deal with the consequences of that expression. Libel and slander laws are just two ways in which we limit the scope of free speech. That, too, is not censorship, it's responsibility.

So what is censorship? Suppose the New York Times was about to break a story on the political abuses of an extremely unpopular and corrupt vice-president, a story that could very well lead to criminal charges against said public figure. If the White House were to put pressure on the NYT to prevent them from running the story, that would be censorship. It was precisely to avoid this kind of thing that the venerable Founding Fathers included "Freedom of the Press" in the Bill of Rights, as this kind of behavior was far too common under the monarchical system they were trying to get away from. It's a right that has served us well, no doubt, but it has to be used responsibly.

Perhaps Keith would prefer the word "filtering," as in "... do I start filtering what I do and do not comment on?" Actually, he already does, as he decides what to write about and what to leave out. I have yet to see a description of his daily breakfast on his blog, or a moment-by-moment account of his drive from Mesquite to Lewisville. Forget the fact that these are mundane activities, he's already deciding what to and what not to write about, therefore he is already self-filtering. He's not censoring himself by deciding not to write about these things, he's engaging in a constructive process of creative filtration.

He then says:

"...Do I maintain the level of transparency I’ve grown accustomed to in the name of intellectual honesty and risk losing future jobs?"

"Transparency?" "Intellectual honesty?" These are both fine qualities that we expect in our public officials, but what do they have to do with blogging? There's no real requirement for either in a blog, as the only person you're responsible to is yourself. As much as bloggers don't want to hear this, the vast majority - and I mean 99.999% of people writing blogs out there - are not journalists in any way, shape, or form. They may be diarists - and there's nothing wrong with that - but they are not journalists. I mention this because journalists - those who research and report on news - are held to  a higher level of transparency and intellectual honesty. That's not the case in blogging. Unless you're paid by someone to blog on a particular subject, you are under no obligation to be honest or transparent. I could, if I wanted to, blog all about my recent trip to Antarctica, where I climbed Mount Kilimanjaro and shot an elephant in my pajamas. Not only would it be a lie and  intellectually dishonest, but I'm under no obligation to tell you it's a lie, thus eliminating the requirement for transparency. And guess what: nothing would happen. The Blog Police wouldn't knock down my door at 3 a.m., Judy wouldn't leave me, my friends wouldn't shun me... nothing. This blog is exactly what I wnat it to be, nothing more. You, as the reader, have no rights here. I will tell you what I want, when I want, in whatever way I want, and you will either read it or not.

And that's the crux of the matter: a blog is about what the writer wants it to be about. If you want to post the details of every conversation, every real or imagined slight, every disagreement, every argument, go ahead. But then, when you're asked the unanswerable question, such as "Does this make me look fat?," you'd best not filter your thoughts or compromise your intellectual honesty and give a true, honest answer.

And suffer the consequences.

The Beginning of a New Year

So 2009 is here at last. Personally, I thought 2008 would never end. That sure was one for the books.

I know lots of people are posting New Years Resolutions these days, but I hate those, as they're doomed to failure. Instead, I'd offer this outstanding video from Ryan Shupe and the Rubber Band, which seems to me to be just about the best possible way to approach the coming year. It's called "Dream Big," and it's a great song to take to heart, especially in these troubled times. We've all lost so much, whether you measure that loss in dollars and sense, hope, jobs, lifestyle, or whatever, and often our dreams are the only things we have left. Shupe expresses thise perfectly.

I've just discovered this band, and I really think they're great. Another song that's a personal favorite is "Even Superman," a really touching tune.

So here's wishing everyone a healthy, happy and prosperous 2009. After the last few years, we deserve it.