Wednesday, November 21, 2007

You've Got to Rowowoll With the Punches to Get to What's Real

You thought 12 grand to paint a blue line was crazy; how about a million bucks for a guard rail?

It sounds nuts, but there was already excessive back patting in May of 2006 when the Mental Health Association of Santa Barbara and the county Search and Rescue publicly endorsed a CalTrans committee's plans to install a suicide prevention barrier along both sides of the Cold Spring Canyon Arch Bridge. Right off the bat the issue generated controversy. Thanks to the bureaucracy of entities such as CalTrans, these types of things take alot of time to flesh out. Here we are 18 months later and the debate is finally getting some serious media play. A group calling itself Friends of the Bridge has submitted an alternative proposal to CalTrans, forcing them to consider something other than a million dollar barricade. CalTrans being a public entity, by law it must review all measures proposed to it before it makes its determination about how to use the one million dollars that has already been allocated for a "traffic safety improvement project" on or around the bridge. Let the battle begin!

The Friends of the Bridge, mouthpieced by a man named Marc McGinnes, released their proposal last week countering the original CalTrans plan, forcing it into a review process that could take months, if not years. McGinnes is a retired UCSB Environmental Studies Senior Lecturer Emeritus with loose ties to the author of a study published in October of 2007, Garret Glasgow. Glasgow argued in his study against the barriers, placing him in the same camp as the Allies of the Arch, but for different reasons. Both McGinnes and Glasgow have been slammed in the local blogs this past week, the former for his insensitivity to victims of suicide and the latter for publishing a non-commissioned study that has yet to garner any peer review. The Supporters of the Span seem to have an aesthetic motivation against the barriers. Arguing that the bridge affords the best views of the Santa Ynez Valley that the County enjoys, they believe that installing a million buck balustrade will ruin the panorama that none of us should be enjoying as we drive across that overpass (safety first!). Glasgow argues that rails do not deter suicides, that other methods of suicide prevention are more effective and much cheaper, and the cost does not justify deterring what amounts to an average of one suicide attempt by high dive per year.

Of course my opinion of the situation is that everybody involved is (ahem) jumping to conclusions.

I know it was a long time ago but maybe my readers can enlighten me: when exactly did America decide that it knew best when an individual should depart this planet? I can tie in religion, Jack Kevorkian, Aaron Burr, and the War on Terror here but I'll spare you because I can simplify. I believe in an individuals right to choose. Whether it's a terminal cancer patient in severe pain or a guy who can't get over the fact that his girlfriend is banging his best friend, who am I to say that the individual has no right to expedite his quest to see what's on the other side of mortality? Why does the government have the right to legislate and allocate the ideology of self-immolation?

Unless that suicide is a murder-suicide, as in the case of the 19 hijackers or the roided up wrestler, we would be better served to allow these people to exercise their free will to take their leap of faith, slash their wrists in the bathtub, or gobble a bottle of tranquilizers. The federal money granted to mental health associations could be used for so many other reasons than to anesthetize errrrr rehabilitate people that just want to check out early. Population control is a weak argument for allowing suicide to be legal in that the frequency of suicide related deaths is so low, but it doesn't hurt the overall assertion that we've already got too many unstable people on the planet. Factor in the inevitability of a CalTrans project going over time and way over budget, and the initial proposal is even more worthy of euthanization.

Given the choice between a million dollars for an idea that may not even work, or a couple hundred bucks for a few National Forest guys with some shovels and some trash bags to visit the bottom of the ravine once a year, which would you choose? I'll take the Park Rangers. If this kind of cradle to the grave oversight by the government gets passed, then what is the next logical step? Will we stake police out by the train tracks to stop drug addled homeless guys from jumping in front of the Amtrak? Let's just repeal the Second Amendment now so we can stop the throngs of people who decide that Bud Dwyer is their idol, and while we're at it we can officially censor out the end of The Shawshank Redemption when the warden eats a bullet.

The people that believe the government should control when and how you die are the same hypocrites that cry and whine about The Patriot Act infringing upon their civil liberties. That's why Schopenhauer and Hume would never be members of the ACLU. But if the proponents of the parapet get their way, CalTrans' next steps might be to roll back the speed limits on the 101 to 25 m.p.h., or to legislate penalties for Starbucks intake inside of a moving vehicle.

Hopefully the powers that be will do the only right thing to do in this situation: nothing.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Santa Barbara Centrist Report

I was doing some light reading this afternoon and came across this interesting website, http://www.politicalcompass.org/. It's a ten minute, six page test that generates a blip on a graphic like you see above. According to my test results, I'm a slightly authoritarian centrist, or basically a moderate. Who the hell knew that? Even as I was taking the test I was thinking to myself, "shoot, my blip is going to end up right next to Hitler," whose blip is uncomfortably close to George W. Bush. Instead I'm in the same neighborhood as Pope Benedict XVI and Mahmoud Abbas, although I have no idea what that means.

Still, compared to the political ideology of most of the local folks I argue with on the internets on a daily basis, I believe I would have to weigh a thousand pounds to tip the compass in my favor. Therefore, the title of this blog shall remain the Santa Barbara Minority Report, as in true conservatives are still in the minority in this lovely gang and homeless infested beach community.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Yeah, Right

Saw this nifty tool over at George's blog and I was actually afraid to try it lest I end up with a Junior High School rating. It probably carries as much weight as those spam emails that give you the IQ test. I always get a 154; I think it's a sham.

I'm at least a 158.

Goodnight now.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

A Clarification

So perhaps I went too far in my last post. Yes I stooped to the level of my detractors, and certain people close to me have pointed out that my stooping takes away from the legitimacy of my posts. I absolutely agree. However, while I won't fully retract what I wrote yesterday, I have edited the end a bit to reflect the truth about transvestites. Someone close to me in the know (ahem, RAYMOND) tutored me in the ways of trannies, specifically that trannies don't cruise other trannies. No, trannies are almost always men dressed as women looking for men (who are not dressed as women). I had incorrectly suggested that a certain blog flamer was a tranny cruising for trannies on Haley St., so thankyou to Ray-Ray for pointing out that my suggestion was not very realistic. So to be clear, in a future post I may or may not write that JQB is a closet homosexual (not a tranny himself) who cruises Haley St. on Saturday nights looking to score some NSA sex from an actual tranny, and does so without informing said tranny that he is HIV positive, which of course is a crime. My apologies for the confusion.

Until next time,

GOODNIGHT NOW.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Sticks and Stones

Sorry for the break in the action, folks. The truth is I have not had the energy to post over the last month. There has been plenty of things out there to cover, what with the City Council elections and the gang violence, fires and dirty air, TRAVISty at the News-Mess, housing bubbles, Sustainable Santa Barbara and traffic congestion, and let us not forget all the Bush bashing occurring on a daily basis in our myopic errrr representative media.

All of these things have been covered by my bloghorts, and dare I say that a lack of creative juice left me thirsty for something else, probably beer. I have not been completely absent. In fact I have been bouncing around enough for posters and commenters to run the gamut of the schoolyard name-calling slate on the local liberal sites, where I appear often (probably too often if you ask them). Not in any particular order, I have been called an "amoral monster" (JQB), a sophist (GEORGE), dishonest (JQB), that I "get (my) facts from Rush Limbaugh" (TREKKINGLEFT, and I can't see how that's true - I don't listen to Limbaugh), an insane fearmongerer (COOKIEJILL), a "bohemian" with a lack of scruples (AHAB), a "garden variety misogynist" (GEORGE), "very, very stupid" (JQB), a "sick fuck" (JQB), a "coward... afraid to face the truth" (JQB), "MCBlowjob" (COOKIEJILL), "MCShrinkyDink" (COOKIEJILL, my personal favorite), "MCLittleDickSmallerBrain" (COOKIEJILL), "tortureboy" (AHAB) and finally (for now) a "fucking authoritarian moron" (AHAB).

Now THAT is a lovely collection of quotes from my favorite firebrand opinionators, and these are only from the last couple of weeks! Of course it does not bother me. I merely reprint their adolescent exhortations to show them how infantile they can be. Far be it from me to be bothered by such nonsense, but I have to admit that after reading Cookie Jill call me MCShrinkyDink I fell for it and called her a "fat whore." I probably should not have written that, but it is merely an inference derived from her screen name.

So I have fallen off the posting wagon, but I promise to get back up on it. I know you are out there waiting with bated breath to swallow the next tidbit of genius to come from MCLittleDickSmallerBrain and the SBMR, and I will not leave you hanging. I am right now concocting a strategy to help my favorite little man Dennis Kucinich prove that what he saw actually was a UFO. After that I plan to prove how the Pantsuit is not fit to run the country if she can't handle "the boys" ganging up on her. And after that I will write about how my favorite commenter JQB is a closet homosexual who cruises Haley Street on Saturday nights, the significance being that he knows he has the HIV but engages in NSA intercourse in public without telling his tranny "victims" the truth about his infection.



Goodnight now.