Scott Rubush is a recovering journalist living in West Chester, PA. He is a native of York, PA, and grew up in Cary, NC. A graduate of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Scott has an extensive background in writing and politics. He is Publisher Emeritus of Carolina Review, and a former associate editor of the Los Angeles-based website FrontPageMagazine.com. He currently works as a grant-writer for an educational foundation in Wilmington, Del.
:: Thursday, October 24, 2002 ::
Sorry, everybody for the break in bloggage here at SR.com over the past week or so. I was down in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia this past weekend to meet with Sister Katie to discuss our moonshine-running concern, and I’ll be back on the road starting early tomorrow morning when I travel to the West Coast to smuggle a shipment of ceramic Tweety Bird figures into the country from Tijuana. (You wouldn’t believe the demand for those things here in Greenville, Delaware, especially the ones with Tweety wearing a sombrero.)
I know there’s a lot to blog about—including many a follow-up to my recent paean to LA (“Los Angeles, Du Hast Es Besser,” 10/11/02)—but unfortunately that will have to wait until I return from the West Coast on Monday. Till then, have a good weekend, and I’ll catch up with you soon!
May he have dominion also from sea to sea, and from the River unto the ends of the earth....Yea, all kings shall prostrate themselves before him; all nations shall serve him. Psalm 72:8, 11
Scott 11:56 PM [+] ::
"Peace in Our Time" Watch
Let's all thank Nobel "Peace" Prize winner Jimmy Carter for brokering the 1994 deal that allowed this to happen:
WASHINGTON (AP) - In a startling revelation, North Korea has told the United States it has a secret nuclear weapons program in violation of an 1994 agreement with the United States, the White House said Wednesday night.
Spokesman Sean McCormack said North Korea was in "material breach" of the agreement under which it promised not to develop nuclear weapons.
The commitment had raised hopes for a nuclear-free Korean peninsula, but that hope is dashed for the time being, and relations with the United States are back to square one.
Rage, rage, against the "peacemakers"...
Scott 11:19 PM [+] ::
POLICE had to break up an animal rights protest yesterday when schoolchildren in Aberdeen pelted activists with cartons of milk.
Sean Gifford of PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) and an unidentified man in a cow-suit had planned a peaceful protest at the gates of the Grammar School to let pupils know about the claimed hazards in milk.
But they had to be rescued by two female police officers when the teenage pupils launched a violent protest of their own.
About 100 children, shouting "milk for the masses" and carrying banners, surrounded Mr Gifford and his "cow" partner and drenched them both in milk for about ten minutes. The police eventually intervened and escorted the PETA members back to their car.
President Hugo Chavez signed a decree Saturday changing the name of Venezuela's "Columbus Day" to "The Day of Indigenous Resistance" in honor of the nation's indigenous groups.
"This is a historical decree," said Chavez, speaking during his weekly radio program "Hello President."
"From now on, today will be known as 'The Day of Indigenous Resistance.' We're honoring the indigenous struggle," added the left-leaning Venezuelan leader.
Scott 10:06 AM [+] ::
:: Sunday, October 13, 2002 ::
Somewhat of a loner, you prefer to remain hidden in the background, quietly observing others. Still, this doesn't mean you aren't a force to be reckoned with - heaven help anyone who rubs you the wrong way!
While catching up on some blog-reading on this cold, rainy day in the Northeast, I stumbled upon a debate going on at a number of sites--including those edited by Geitner Simmons, Eve Tushnet, and National Review Online--debating the question: which is the better city, New York or Washington? May I kindly request that all the parties involved (except for Omaha, Nebraska-based Simmons, for whom this is impossible) look out the window at the weather and see what a crappy place the Northeast is? And may I humbly submit to my readers that debates like this one are the reason why the rest of the country hates the "Bos-Wash corridor" and rails against "Northeast Elites"? This is an example of what they like to call "East Coast Bias."
During a recent trip into New Jersey a couple weeks ago, I was wondering why the Northeast is the nation’s most densely populated region. I mean, my God, I’ve seen a lot of this country, and there are so many better places than the Northeast. Why don’t more people live among the scenic Rockies of Wyoming and Montana or the breathtaking Martian landscapes of Arizona, or even the Appalachian Mountains of Virginia and North Carolina? With so much to see and do and explore in America, why do so many people cluster in the one region with the blandest scenery and the foulest weather?
But I digress. Allow me now to address the matter at hand, namely the DC-NYC debate. First off, allow me to give you…
Ten Things I Hate About Washington
2. Large population that worships politicians
3. The whole “Rome on the Potomac” schtic.
4. Labyrinthine street grid.
5. High taxes.
6. “Taxation Without Representation” license plates
8. The sniper
9. Eleanor Holmes Norton
10. Marion Berry
And, of course, Ten Things I hate About New York City:
2. Large population that voted for Hillary
3. Parochialism exceeding even that of Washington
4. Hopelessly clogged streets on Manhattan
5. Noise—from sirens, car horns, and unruly pedestrians—rising from the streets at all hours
6. High taxes.
7. The Bronx
8. The Cross-Bronx Expressway
9. Six-dollar tolls to cross the George Washington and Verazano Narrows Bridges
10. The Yankees
Now may I humbly submit that we turn westward and look to another great American city that trumps both New York and Washington? I speak, of course, of Los Angeles. The City of Angels has better weather and far more exciting culture than either DC or NYC. The cost of living is lower. The scenery is far more beautiful. The freeways are wider and don’t have tolls. In every way, Los Angeles is vastly superior.
Lector: You sound like Tom Joad. "I'll pick me an orange whenever I want one, blah, blah, blah."
Auctor: Screw you! The Joads had it way better at Hooper Ranch than their counterparts back east. And they didn't have to pay tolls along Route 66. I'll go pick peaches with them any day.
Yes, friends, I’ve been nostalgic for Los Angeles since moving east to take a new job in Delaware. In fact, I was e-mailing an old friend of mine (who grew up in LA) today about this very subject. Here’s an excerpt:
Let me tell you a little bit about what’s happening here in Delaware. Autumn swept in earlier this week, and if you were here today you’d find a cold, rainy day in Wilmington. Orange and yellow leaves cover the wet roads that pass through the forests and rolling hills surrounding ISI. It’s quaint in a way, but the chill in the air and gray clouds in the sky cast a pall over the countryside. It’d be a good day to be at home next to the fire or curled up on the couch with a good book. But alas, I’m stuck at the office today….
… I totally miss Los Angeles. Every day there was an adventure for me as I struck up conversation with neighbors in Spanish and drove past those signs in Koreatown with the weird Hangul script. I miss hiking in the Palisades and I miss rolling along the Santa Monica Freeway and seeing the Century City skyscrapers and the lights in the hills coming on as the sun sets over the horizon. I miss all the great Latin and Classical radio stations (can you believe Wilmington and Philadelphia do not have one single Classical radio station?) And I totally miss all the great food in Los Angeles. For some reason the other day my mind got stuck on Jamba Juice. I really wanted to go for Jamba Juice. Or a Boba Smoothie. There’s nowhere to get boba around here. And I could really go for some sushi in Little Tokyo or one of those great big burritos you can get at Tomas’ taco stand at Grand Central Market. And the Trader Joe’s grocery stores. I was in Washington about two weeks ago, and found one that had just opened in Old Town Alexandria. I totally splurged on about half a dozen bottles of wine from places like Chile and Portugal and everywhere else under the sun. And they had mochi! Mochi! I didn’t think I could find that frozen delight anywhere east of the 605 Freeway, but there I was stuffing the little balls of Japanese green tea ice cream into my mouth as I stood along the banks of the Potomac. Ah, sigh. To have all that again in one amazing city, instead of having to drive hours to sample little bits and pieces of it.
The prose is a bit flowery because--well, it's none of your business why it's so flowery. Suffice it to say it fit the context of the e-mail I was responding to and the person who would be receiving it. Nonetheless, I defy any other city in America to evoke such feelings. Till then, I'll paraphrase Goethe in saying: Los Angeles, du hast es besser.
Seventeen Magazine has "named the 50 coolest schools where girls can get the best college experience. From frat parties to professors' involvement, from campus safety to great shopping." My alma mater, UNC-Chapel Hill, ranks number eight. Here's how a few other colleges of interest to SR.com readers performed:
--Duke University ranks 11th (and we'll beat you in football too, Dookies!)
--UCLA ranks 5th
--Michigan ranks 10th (Take THAT, Kepple!)
--UT-Austin ranks 3rd
--Kenyon College ranks 25th
--Penn State ranks 44th
(Link via InstaPundit. God forbid I should read an actual print copy of Seventeen Magazine. Please shoot me--for my own good--if I ever do.)
I’m still really bitter about the Nobel committee’s decision to award its annual Peace Prize to former President Jimmy Carter. As it did several years ago when it handed the prize to Jew-Killer Yasser Arafat, the Committee has recognized another figure whose hands are covered in the blood of millions of people throughout the world.
Carter’s inept handling of the Revolution in Iran set in motion a twenty-year chain of events that spawned Saddam Hussein and Osama bin Laden. Had Carter strangled Islamo-fascism in its cradle when he had the chance, there is no doubt Rape of Kuwait would have been averted or that the Twin Towers would be standing today. Carter is a tragically flawed man, and the world has paid the price for his failures. He's America's Henry VI, a man whose overwrought piety led him to betray the very religious principles he claims to hold so dearly.
This is a sad, but all too predictable display, one that I suppose we should have seen coming. After all, as Tacitus pointed out centuries ago, “Ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant.” I’m just glad we have President now who’s willing to clean up the messes that “peacemakers” like Carter and the Nobel Committee routinely create.
Clinton's Point-Man for "Containment" Backs Regime Change in Iraq
The Arts and Leisure page of Wall Street Journal normally is available only to subscribers, but when I returned to the office after reading it over lunch today I was pleasantly surprised to find this fantastic book review by Asla Aydintasbas available for free at OpinionJournal.com. Aydintasbas reviews a new book by Clinton-era CIA analyst Robert Pollack titled The Threatening Storm. Pollack, the point man for Clinton’s policy of “containment” for Saddam Hussein, outlines why the very policy he carried out was a failure—and why invasion and regime change are now necessary in Iraq. Essential reading today.
I'm often embarrassed by the excesses on constant display at my alma mater, UNC-Chapel Hill, but the latest round of outrages from the Hill, courtesy of Brother Matthew and Locke Foundation fellow Jon Sanders, really makes me want to commit a crime.
Scott 12:07 AM [+] ::
LAKE CITY, Fla. (AP) - A man who wanted to change his name to God chose a new name when a judge turned down his request.
The former Charles Haffey's new name is I Am who I Am.
The former Haffey said after his first choice was rejected in April, he went to the Bible to find a backup. He drew on a passage where Moses asks God who he is and hears: "I am who I am or I will be who I will be."
"That's kind of wordy, so I'm just going for 'I Am Who I Am' as my full legal name," he said. "My first name, of course, would be 'I Am.'"
Where are the Democrats who are ready to argue forcefully that the future tax cuts that Mr. Bush pushed through are utterly reckless and need to be repealed — because they will erode the resources the government needs to remain a Great Power in this age of uncertainty? And they send a terrible signal to our kids, corporate leaders and the world: that all that matters is short-term, me-first gratification.
We should repeal the tax cut? Because it sends a "terrible signal to our kids?" With a message like that, I'll tell you where the Democrats are--or at least where they'll be the morning of November 6: out of office.
Scott 4:21 PM [+] ::
LA morning radio personality Big Boy, known in these circles for his over-the-top pitches for shady local car dealerships (“Universal City Nissan: Where ‘yo job is ‘yo credit and you get mo’ for yo’ trade-in…SE HA-BLA ES-PAN-OL!”) is in trouble with the FCC. It would totally suck if they pulled the plug on his show, “Big Boy’s Neighborhood.” I used to listen to him from time to time while driving to work, and gags like the one that got him in trouble were just hysterical. Plus, his program was one of the only ways for a white-bread kid from the suburbs--like me--to stay in tune with what’s “hip” and “cool.” Let’s hope sanity returns to the FCC before it’s too late.
While mass immigration is indeed having an enormous religious impact, the main beneficiary of the process is unquestionably Christianity. Far more than most secular observers yet appreciate, the vast majority of new immigrants are Christian or become so after their arrival on these shores. More catastrophic still, from the point of view of our secular elites, the Christianity that these newcomers espouse is commonly fideistic, charismatic, otherworldly, and (nightmare of nightmares) fundamentalist. In a wonderful illustration of the phenomenon of unintended consequences, the radical social policy of color-blind open immigration is producing rich benefits for religion of a powerfully traditional bent.
I do apologize for the extended (and unannounced) hiatus here at SR.com. Several factors have converged to keep me from updating the site for the past ten days or so. Here’s a quick run-down:
--The news has been boring as hell. Iraq has become an idée fixe in the news media, and sorry, folks, but I just don’t care about that whole debate. I mean, how many fucking times do we have to prove that Saddam really, really is a bad guy? When we put our troops in Baghdad and have done with all that, maybe then I’ll be interested in news-blogging again.
--I’ve been traveling a lot. Last weekend, I met up with Brother Kepple for an evening of debauchery in Atlantic City, NJ. When I returned from that trip on Saturday morning, I had a voice mail from an old college friend who just moved to DC. Needless to say, duty called. I drove down to the Nation’s Capital, and spent the evening at a Cuban bar in Adams Morgan.
--I’ve returned to other hobbies, including working out (I joined the YMCA about six weeks ago), and reading (I went on a book-buying spree at Borders a couple weeks back, and feel compelled to justify dropping all that cash.)
Anyway, I apologize again, and promise to do my best to avoid this sort of lapse in the future.