Little Mr Mahatma

In which the middle-aged Peacenik mouths off about War Drones--and all the other things that make him cranky.

Mr Mahatma--who is a Mr in real life--lives in the valleys of Southern California with his wife, a herd of Dears, and an impressive collection of books. Pnorny!
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Thursday, June 24, 2004

Guilty Until Proven Innocent
So the Supreme Court says that you have to tell the Police your name when asked. So much for Freedom of Speech, Freedom from Self-Incrimination, and the Police being public Servants. Ironically if you don't tell the Police your name when asked you can be arrested where, if they read you your Miranda Rights, you have the right to remain silent. So in order to keep quiet you have to get arrested. To get arrested you have to have done something wrong, like not telling your name. There's a warped logic here.

DRM Bad And Here's Why
From Cory Doctorow, this is a must read about Digital Rights Management.

Bakersfield Blaze
My mother wanted to take her grandkids to see a real baseball game but she didn't want to deal with Dodger Stadium, parking, downtown LA traffic, and high prices so for Father's Day weekend she suggested (meaning she bought tickets ahead of time then told me we were going) that we go see the Bakersfield Blaze, the A-team for the Tampa Bay Devil Rays.

Bakersfield?!? No one, particularly from LA, goes on vacation to Bakersfield. It's not normal. They grow things in Bakersfield. Tractors are an accepted form of transportation in Bakersfield. For Pete's sake, Buck Owens lives in Bakersfield.

So we went to Bakersfield...and had a great time. The Bakersfield Blaze stadium was small and non-threatening; the people were friendly and well-behaved. My kids loved it. Unfortunately the game went in to extra innings and we left before the outcome (Blaze won!), and we didn't snag any fly balls or win a 20" flat-screen TV (courtesy of Best Buy) but we ate peanuts and all the junk food. We cheered and razzed and sang.

Bakersfield. Who'd a thunk it!

12:30 PM

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