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“Winning is habit. Unfortunately, so is losing.” – Vince Lombardi
With a new election coming up we can see plenty of illustrations of this principle – with both parties.
All the Democrats have to do to beat Trump is not be crazy. If they could manage that, they would probably win in a landslide. But, they cannot. Instead, Trump drives them deeper into crazy. Does anyone seriously think a candidate can beat Trump running on a platform of we are going to take away your guns, your cars, your meat, and your jobs? Yet it seems the Democrats are out to prove they can win on that platform. It is habit. Let’s not talk about how the latest Kavanaugh “improved” their chances of taking the Senate. It’s habit.
I’ve written about the scientific basis for why I’m skeptical about catastrophic anthropogenic climate change before — have fun reading that one! — but if you didn’t find my rationale convincing, the reasons to ignore catastrophists are really piling up. If it’s true that “tomorrow’s technologies will solve today’s problems,” we live in an age of wonders.
Why is that? Harvard scientists have announced the invention of an energy-efficient means of carbon capture:
In a bizarre twist of fate, that unholy targeting of religious adherents for banishment in entering the US has been upheld in its entirety with 2 dissentions. Looks like the courtcontinues to support the Presidents constitutional duty to control immigration, including preventing people of any class to enter our country. Preview Open
Last night, the Kansas City Royals beat the Cleveland Indians 4-3 thus ending the Indians win streak at 22 games. Those 22 straight wins are the highest total in American League history and the second highest total in major league history. In fact, this Indian win streak is one of only four in the history […]
This is the team picture that was published in the Salina Journal when they ran a “50th Anniversary” article on the legendary Bennington Bulldogs, in 1979.
Ten years later, the Journal’s sports writer, Tim Hostetter, interviewed my Grandpa for another article. I really can’t improve on that so I’ll just let them tell it…
I haven’t won many things throughout my life. I’ve always guessed the wrong number of jelly beans, responded too late to the giveaway, been just one box away on Bingo, or one scratch box away on a lotto ticket. I used to think this lack of winning was due to me having the worst luck in the world.
I was wrong.
Ah, collagen. The most abundant protein in animals. Great for cooking into rich sauces – and glue (hence the name). It gives structure to mammals’ extracellular space. Your skin, tendons, ligaments, blood vessels, mucous membranes, cartilage, bones, and teeth all depend on collagen for strength. When our collagen lets us down, we can expect trouble.
Several diseases, from rheumatoid arthritis to scurvy, are connective-tissue diseases. Several attack our abundant collagen specifically. Sometimes, though, collagen weakens not because it’s under attack, but because it never formed right to begin with. Several genes have been identified as causing Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (EDS), congenitally weakened cartilage, and several genes remain to be discovered. The worst types of EDS are super-weird, and super-scary. Your silly-putty skin could be so loose and stretchy that it’s obvious from birth you’d be a freak-show star, pulling your neck skin over your face for strangers’ amusement. Or maybe your joints dislocate so easily you’d join the circus as a contortionist, disarticulating yourself for cold, hard cash. Or maybe EDS causes your organs to explode, far less marketable but still super-scary. Many of us, if we’ve heard of EDS at all, have more reason to think “circus freak” than “subtle.”
(Note: Most of my stories here tend towards the light and fluffy. This one isn’t, so be forewarned that some of this is ugly. Even though this is all a matter of public record, I’m going to limit my use of names to the principals, and then only those I remember; it’s been almost 15 years. These are the events to the best of my recollection, some of which I learned in the trial, and the rest that I found online after it was all over. I’ll try to demarcate the two.)
Late on the night of Nov. 14, 1997, Elhadji Gaye pulled up in his green Lexus sedan in front of an apartment building in East Harlem, NYC. A driver for a livery company, he had received a call for a pickup at that address from his dispatcher. It was late, but Gaye, a recent immigrant from Guyana, was happy to work the long hours, as it allowed him to send more money back home; not only to his wife and children, but to his entire extended family.
“Winners win!” I shouted. The only reaction was a chuckle from one of the assembled young men. The group varied in age from fourteen to eighteen. They represented four or five different nationalities. There was some real talent, but they simply did not know how to win. More precisely: they did not know what it […]
As a kid, I was a loser. I don’t mean in a dorky, picked on, unliked sense — though I was that too — but rather that if there was a way to lose, I found it. My parents used to laugh and try to console me with singing “if it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all”; imagine a life where when Rosencrantz from Tom Stoppard’s “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” flips a coin and gets heads 92 times in a row, you called tails every time. That was me in every game of chance throughout childhood.
My win record didn’t improve much as I got older, though at least I could blame my own foolishness instead of Lady Luck. I bought into both the housing bubble and the legal education bubble. I passed up on valuable networking relationships and barely skated through my classes. I nearly destroyed my marriage, ignored friends, and alienated family members. In short, I managed to be a walking sign of what not to do.
I played football at Davidson College in 1969. It was before freshmen could play on the varsity teams, so we had a freshman team. Our head coach was Gene McEver, an All American at Tennessee back in the General Neyland days. He has records that still haven’t been broken (you can google it). Our real […]
Attention will soon shift to June’s Group Writing topic, so here is the last solicitation post for May. We’re at the training montage stage of the month, and juiced-up Ivan Drago with his 2150 units of punching power will be waiting in the ring for the final confrontation. If you don’t show up for the […]
As near as I can recall, I achieved sports-consciousness in the ambit of Chicago back in the ’60s, so had accepted the truism that ‘winning isn’t everything’ but with a different corollary than that attributed to Lombardy, just ‘Winning Isn’t.’ The things to celebrate were instances of excellence: Kessinger-Beckert-Banks, for example. Never mind the adverse […]
The ancient Spartans are generally considered to have been practically invincible. Name a great Spartan victory. No, me neither. I will bet you a dollar you can name a great Spartan defeat without even thinking. The Roman army might be considered the most formidable fighting force in ancient history. They started out as losers. For […]
Seventy-two years ago, on May 8, 1945, after six long years, World War II in Europe finally came to a close. Eight days previously, Adolph Hitler had committed suicide, and 24 hours earlier, Allied Supreme Commander Dwight D. Eisenhower had accepted Germany’s unconditional surrender. Europe was free, although the full extent of Nazi horrors was still being revealed as Allied troops marched through Central and Eastern Europe.