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That Hideous Rhythm

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I just blogged about the bad, sad events in St. Louis, Missouri, today. A 22-year-old police officer shot to death on duty; a famous, majestic church burned.

But looking around the internet, I find bad news all over. It was one of those days when the world’s rhythms crossed into bad vibes.

Some of those vibrations shook the earth in Peru, to the tune of 8.0 on the Richter scale, killing at least 850, probably more. Lives, homes, schools, livelihoods destroyed or changed beyond recognition. The

Rescue workers in Utah, trying to find the lost miners, became victims themselves a short time ago. There are reports of helicopters and ambulances rushing to the scene, but very few details have emerged.

In Pennsylvania, no stranger to mining accidents, another kind of tragedy. An 18-year-old boy fatally stabbed his 16-year-old girlfriend in her home, then walked out of the door, into her front yard, and slit his own throat.

The richest people on earth, meanwhile, spent much of the day feeling sorry for themselves because the stock market is in the throes of a normal correction. Listening to the news this afternoon, I nearly threw up. While lives came undone in Peru, Americans were nearly in tears because their portfolios lost 5 percent of their paper value. Bastards.

It’s the rhythms of the earth that are to blame. Not global warming or the Bush administration or even Jose Padilla. On days like these, we just hold on and hope we make it though to the next. Maybe spend a few more minutes than usual with the kids, reminded, as we are, that any moment with them could easily be our last.

MSM Editorials on Rove

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I’m not talking about the editorials on the editorial pages, but the remarkably blatant editorializing in the “news” stories covering Karl Rove’s resignation from the White House.

An AP story by Terence Hunt retrieved from begins by describing the whole of the Bush administration as “turbulent.” Perhaps, but the color of the paragraph indicates that the turbulence was Rove’s fault. If blaming Rove was Hunt’s intention, then Hunt must believe Rove ordered the Islamofascist hijackers to fly airplanes into buildings.

The next paragraph is breathtaking in its complete, but subtle, condemnation of the Bush administration:

It was a major loss for Bush as he heads into the twilight of his presidency, battered in the polls, facing a hostile Democratic Congress and waging an unpopular war. A half dozen other senior advisers have left in recent months, forcing the White House to rebuild its staff at the same time the president is running out of influence.

Terence could have saved a lot of syllables by simply writing, “Rove’s retirement further dooms Bush’s failed presidency.”

This blatant Bush-bashing in the news sections is just one of the reasons Americans don’t trust the press. Terence Hunt would do himself, his employer, and his trade a big favor by leaving the hard work of reporting to reports and pursue his life-long dream of being a pundit.

Perhaps the liberal mania against hard work and success drives people like Hunt to vilify ultra-successes like Bush and Rove. The latter two men achieved the very pinnacle in their fields. Liberals like the mediocre, the also-ran. Achievement is to liberals what a banana peel is to a dog: they see people enjoying it, but they can’t get past that smell.

Others on Rove’s resignation:

Michelle Malkin

Ed Morrissey (Comprehensive coverage)

Blogs of War (good round-up of blog reactions)


 The Discerning Texan

Cards Win, and I’m as Shocked as Anybody

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After the Cardinals’ collapse at the end of the regular season, I expected my ‘birds to go out in 3 or 4 to begin the long winter recovery from season of injuries and missed opportunities—on the field and in the front office.

Somehow, though, the team that lost something like 114 games in their last 12 rallied in the bottom of the first and the bottom of the sixth to wash their wealthy hands of the San Diego Padres. Six to two was the final of the game, three to one the score of the series.

But the Cardinals lost something big, too. So did the fans who still have a bit of naiveté about modern ball players and where their team ranks on their agendas.

Scott Rolen has been a favorite of mine since he came to the Cardinals. Scott’s an Indiana native who grew up a ‘birds fan and displayed sincere joy at coming to the Cardinals. He is one of the 2 or 3 best defensive third basemen to play the game in the last 40 years, and during the regular season, Scott is a reliable hitter. He protects Da Mang in the clean-up spot most of the time.

Scott, though, has a flaw. He won’t tell his manager or trainer when we can’t go. He would rather the team lose the series than win without him.

According to the St. Louis Post-Dispatch:

La Russa was displeased that Rolen waited until after Game 3 to inform the team that his shoulder hasn’t felt right. He said Rolen has often been asked about the shoulder and always responded it felt “fine.”

I love guys who play through pain. Jim Edmonds battled through post concussion syndrome, shoulder injuries, and something like turf toe to bat .300 during the NLDS. I don’t like guys who take the field knowing their presence in the line-up hurts their team’s chances of winning.

That’s apparently what Rolen did.

In three games against the Padres, Rolen hit .091, swinging at balls above his head and nearly out of the left batter’s box. He looked like a fourth grader on Saturday against Eric Young.

Tony LaRussa rarely criticizes his players to the media, but in an interview with the Post-Dispatch, he couldn’t hide his frustration with Rolen.

“I do think we’ve stressed so many times to the whole club that that’s not the smartest way to go about it,” La Russa said. “I think you want to have players be straightforward about how they feel,” La Russa said.

For my four boys, I hope the Cardinals win the World Series, and for my love of old-time baseball, I wish Scott Rolen could have been part of it. Even if he returns, though, I know now he’ll play for the ring on his finger, not for the pennant on the stadium roof.