My Arch-Enemy (Rep. Steve King) Strikes Again

(I apologize in advance for writing about a different King on the anniversary of Dr. King’s death)

Everyone should have an arch-enemy, right?  Someone who is the very antithesis of everything you stand for and believe in?  I’ve been looking for just the right candidate in an arch-enemy and a clear frontrunner has emerged:  Rep. Steve King of Iowa’s 5th congressional district.

King, a Republican (duh!), was recently in the news for his remarks about Barack Obama.  He said if Obama was elected president that al-Qaida “would be dancing in the streets in greater numbers than they did on September 11 because they would declare victory in this war on terror.”  King also said of terrorists’ reaction to a potential Obama victory that “he will certainly be viewed as a savior for them.”  A savior for terrorists, Congressman?  Remarks like this are, sadly, just another day at the office for King.

The latest crusade for Congressman King is voter registration.  Does he want to foster participation in the democratic process?  Does he want to encourage new voters to get involved?  Does he want to streamline the registration process for new voters?  Would I have written this diary if the answer was yes?

The state of Iowa had a web site with voting information in Spanish, Laotian, Bosnian and Vietnamese.  The site included voter registration forms in these languages.  King felt this conflicted with Iowa’s “English Language Reaffirmation Act” regarding state documents that was passed in 2002, which by an amazing coincidence was authored by then- state senator Steve King.  The congressman sued the state of Iowa to remove all languages other than English from voter registration forms.  

On March 31st Judge Douglas Staskal ruled in favor of King’s suit, and instructed the state to remove any non-English text from the voter registration materials.  The state caved in Thursday and took down all the foreign language forms from their web site.  Governor Chet Culver meekly responded by saying he would let it up to the state’s attorney general to consider whether the ruling should be appealed.

The congressman was pretty proud of himself:

“This Iowa court ruling upholds our official English law. No one is above Iowa law, not even the Iowa state government.  I am thankful for the careful and thorough ruling in this decision. The judge’s decision made clear – the foreign language voter registration forms produced by the secretary of state violated Iowa’s English Language Reaffirmation Act.  English is our official language. The English language unites as a state and as a nation.”

Please, Congressman King, can you explain to me what the harm is in having voter registration forms in other languages?  Does it threaten my voting rights in the same way that gay marriage threatens to destroy my “traditional” marriage?  Is the “threat” that these new voters tend to vote overwhelmingly for Democrats?  These people aren’t the Godless illegal immigrants you so often rail against, Congressman King.  They are U.S. citizens that want to vote.  I would like my state government to be allowed to help them do so.

So the good congressman has a strong case to be my arch-enemy, right?  But if you’re not sure, let me add a few closing arguments:

A statement by King concerning Abu-Ghraib:

“The dismembered and charred corpses of American contractors dangling over the Euphrates River in comparison to the abuse committed by a few soldiers at Abu Ghraib are like the crimes of Jeffrey Dahmer compared to those of Heidi Fleiss.   What amounts to hazing is not even in the same ballpark as mass murder.

Or this statement about the May 1, 2006 “Day Without an Immigrant” rallies:

“What would that May 1st look like without illegal immigration? There would be no one to smuggle across our southern border the heroin, marijuana, cocaine, and methamphetamines that plague the United States, reducing the U.S. supply of meth that day by 80%. The lives of 12 U.S. citizens would be saved who otherwise die a violent death at the hands of murderous illegal aliens each day. Another 13 Americans would survive who are otherwise killed each day by uninsured drunk driving illegals. Our hospital emergency rooms would not be flooded with everything from gunshot wounds, to anchor babies, to imported diseases to hangnails, giving American citizens the day off from standing in line behind illegals. Eight American children would not suffer the horror as a victim of a sex crime.”

Or King’s legendary sense of humor about killing terrorists like Musab al-Zarqawi:

“There probably are not 72 virgins in the hell he’s at, and if there are, they probably all look like Helen Thomas.”

I rest my case.

Well, No Kidding?

More than 80 percent of Americans believe the country is headed in the wrong direction, the highest such number since the early 1990s, according to a new survey.

This according to a CBS – New York Times poll released yesterday (Thursday).

No shit?  Maybe we have been Yelling Loud Enough! Somebody is listening.

The people of this country ARE really beginning to pay attention and it couldn’t come at a better time!  

With national elections only 7 months away, the wheels are falling off the Republican propaganda wagon at a good time for Americans.  Yes, even the Republican-Americans that don’t even realize it.  

From CNN:

The CBS News-New York Times poll released Thursday showed 81 percent of respondents said they believed “things have pretty seriously gotten off on the wrong track.” That was up from 69 percent a year ago, and 35 percent in early 2002.

To borrow from Ricky Ricardo, “Bushie, you’ve got some ‘splaining to do.”  Yet, I don’t think anyone is listening anymore, Bushie.

No, not even to the “FEAR, BE AFRAID, TERRAHRISTS IN YOUR CORN FLAKES,” or even the old standby of “the decisive ideological struggle of the 21st century” distortion of world policies that Bush wants to sell to you and I.  

His continuous insult to over a billion Muslims around the world by repeatedly speaking of Islam, fascism and terror in the same breath is only upstaged by his domestic slash and burn policies that are beginning to weigh down so hard on the entire population of the United States that even the most staunch of his backers are now backing away.

The only ideological struggle we are having in this 21st century is neo-con greed vs. the good of the people.

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A majority of Democrats and Republicans, men and women, residents of cities and rural areas, college graduates and those who finished only high school say the United States is headed in the wrong direction, according to the survey, which was published on The New York Times’ Web site.

It would certainly seem that the current administrations capacity to say nothing new – nothing that they have not said repeatedly over the past 5 years is coming back to bite them on the butt.

Those bumper sticker slogans DO have an expiration date, n’est pas?

Seventy-eight percent of respondents said the country was worse off than five years ago; just 4 percent said it was doing better.

The newspaper said Americans are more dissatisfied with the country’s direction than at any time since the poll’s inception in the early 1990s. Only 21 percent of respondents said the overall economy was in good condition, the lowest such number since late 1992. Two in three people said they believed the economy was already in recession.

http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/04/…

Two of three people are basically calling The President and The Vice President liars when they come on your TV screen and tell you that the economy is NOT IN RESESSION and that the underlying fundimentals of the economy are great, NO REALLY, just GREAT!  

Hello, Democratic candidates for office in 2008?  You really want to pay attention here.  The people don’t trust Bush.  Ride that horse all the way to victory, if you aren’t too afraid.

x-posted at EENRblog

Pony Party, Phone it in Friday

Apparently, there are people in the world who have the same distaste for war that i do..

99 red balloons

or, if you prefer the german version…

dont click this unless you want a cheesy song stuck in your head all day…

it’s even more haunting live…enjoy muse…

ok, so this isnt exactly an anti-war song, but it’s about standing up for love (which, i think, is why they titled it ‘they stood up for love’)…and i’m on sort of a personal crusade to make it the most-posted video on docudharma.  but dont tell buhdy 😉

i give you Live…

In Memoriam

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Dr. Martin Luther King

(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

May he rest in peace.  And may we honor his memory.

Update: The rest of this essay is here.

What are you reading?

First, the request: I need someone to fill in for me next week (April 11) I also need someone for April 25.  On April 11 I will be guest host Frugal Fridays (at dailyKos); on April 25 I will be out of town

If you like to trade books, try BookMooch.

cfk has bookflurries on Weds. nights

pico has literature for kossacks on Tues. nights, but it’s on hiatus

What are you reading? is crossposted to dailyKos

If you have ideas for future weeks, let me know.  In two weeks, I am thinking of “books that explain America”

Last week, AnnieJo in a comment on dailyKos, compared some of the books she was reading to different kinds of candy.  That got us into books as food.  Which, of course, leads to books about food.

First, a brief look at what I’m reading:

Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson.  Stunningly good.  This is really three  or four novels, tied together.  It all does connect.  Novel 1 is set at the time of WW 2, and follows Lawrence Pritchard Waterhouse, and his friend Alan Turing, in efforts to decode German and Japanese codes, and do other neat stuff (fall in love….).  Novel 2 also takes place in WW 2, and features Goto Dengo, an honorable and intelligent Japanese soldier, placed in intolerable situations by the exigencies of war.  Novel 3 (or 2A) is also in WW 2, and follows the adventures of Bobby Shaftoe, a gung ho marine.  Novel 4 is in the near future, and features Avi, who wants to create a data-haven (and use the profits for a very good and interesting cause) – one of his colleagues is Randy Waterhouse (grandson of Lawrence) who is in love with America Shaftoe (grand-daughter of Bobby); one of his investors is Goto Dengo, now an old and very rich businessman.

Along the way we learn about cryptography, geology, mining, spying, mathematics….. along with the old standbys like the nature of love, duty, and honor.  

My third time through this huge book.  It won’t be my last.

Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow.  A fascinating and very well-written biography of a fascinating man (hey, get this! He thought Black people might be as smart as Whites….he opposed slavery….he fought valiantly in the Revolution….)

Gaming the vote: Why elections aren’t fair (and what we can do about it) by William Poundstone.  Fascinating.  This isn’t about cheating or hanging chads or butterfly ballots, it’s about fundamental flaws in our system of voting, and proposed alternatives.

The Status Civilization by Robert Sheckley.  What an odd little book. Originally published in 1950….sort of a combo of 1984, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, Lord of the Flies, and a healthy dose of perhaps Jonathan Swift.

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Books as food:

Some books are like candy – light, sweet, enjoyable, not of any nutritive value, perhaps kind of fattening, in an odd, mental sort of way.  I am not a big fan of these, usually.

Others are like comfort food. I think of these as books that you re-read, not so much because you missed stuff the first time around, as because they’re just fun…. I’m not always in the mood for mind stretching books that require attention.  Two like this for me are Yes Minister and Yes Prime Minister.  They’re just so funny!.  Calvin Trillin’s Tummy Trilogy (about eating!) are like this too.  Some SF novels that I read long ago are like this — Spider Robinson’s  Callahan books, for instance.  

Then some are like meat.  Solid.  Full of protein.  Good history books and biographies are like this, especially if they’re about a period or a person that’s at least somewhat familiar to you.  The Alexander Hamilton book is like that.  Books on topics you are familiar with, but not in detail.

Then, some books are like “ethnic” food….. especially if the “ethnicity” isn’t yours.  These books require attention.  They aren’t about what you’re used to, they sit differently in your brain.  For me, these are usually highly technical books; either about math, or statistics, or philosophy.  They require slow and often repeated reading.  One great example of a book like this is Godel Escher Bach — it’s a different world you’re entering here.

Finally, some books are like goulash.  They’re a mix.  It’s really hard to do this right.  If you mix a bunch of different stuff, you’re like to get glop.  Cryptonomicon is a goulash book of superlative quality.

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Books about food:

Some favorites:

Anthony Bourdain’s books

Calvin Trillin’s “Tummy Trilogy” (American Fried; Alice, Let’s Eat!; and Third Helpings, available in one volume).  The adventures of a happy eater who tries to avoid “La Maison de la Casa House” in favor of good local food.

MFK Fischer books.

doubtless others will come to mind

Muse in the Morning

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Muse in the Morning

The muses are ancient.  The inspirations for our stories were said to be born from them.  Muses of song and dance, or poetry and prose, of comedy and tragedy, of the inward and the outward.  In one version they are Calliope, Euterpe and Terpsichore, Erato and Clio, Thalia and Melpomene, Polyhymnia and Urania.

It has also been traditional to name a tenth muse.  Plato declared Sappho to be the tenth muse, the muse of women poets.  Others have been suggested throughout the centuries.  I don’t have a name for one, but I do think there should be a muse for the graphical arts.  And maybe there should be many more.

Please join us inside to celebrate our various muses…

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Question

The Questions

When people ask me

“Who are you?”

I answer honestly

“I am me.”

When they ask

“What are you?”

I say “An individual, one,

And I am whole.”

When I’m asked

“Which are you?”

I know that others decide

that for themselves.

When I hear

“Why are you?”

The why is not important

“Because I am.”

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–February, 1995

I know you have talent.  What sometimes is forgotten is that being practical is a talent.  I have a paucity for that sort of talent in many situations, though it turns out that I’m a pretty darn good cook.  ðŸ™‚  

Let your talent bloom.  You can share it here.  Encourage others to let it bloom inside them as well.

Won’t you share your words or art, your sounds or visions, your thoughts scientific or philosophic, the comedy or tragedy of your days, the stories of doing and making?  And be excellent to one another!

The Weapon of Young Gods #17: Sounds Like Screaming Mimes

Three hours after Frankie left our room, Peter and I were cruising through campus to Isla Vista, followed by Alex and a girl named Anna, who turned out to be Frankie’s Filipina neighbor. The night was bubbling with languid contentment all around us, and every once in a while we’d acknowledge this phenomenon with sleepy grins and stupid giggling. We soon ambled into the Isla Vista Brewing Company as calmly and cooly as we could despite being hand-stamped, underage, and debilitatingly stoned. The venue was a big pool hall, but crowded, stuffy, and hot inside. The Screaming Mimes were already well into their set when we began to weave through the crowd of frat guys, their sorority dates, and other scattered neo-hippies and nerdy indie-rock types.

Previous Episode

The band was loud as hell, a power trio who maybe believed they were aping Cream, but who I thought were really plodding along more like Crazy Horse. Peter gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up, but for his sake I held back my cultivated hipper-than-thou rock critic pose. My roommate was extremely passionate about the music he liked, and bursting his bubble just to look cool would be criminal right now. Instead I gave him a little wave and wandered up to the stage to check out the band’s gear. Right away I noticed the bassist, who shouted tunelessly into the microphone, and my addled attention span fixated on the inverted wedge shape of his guitar, a Thunderbird IV. In between verses he’d make eye contact with the drummer, who bashed away at his kit without a care in the world. The guitarist seemed to remain above it all, slashing out bar chords with stoic determination.

My friends soon slithered up through the crowd behind me, but we’d barely endured three songs before the Mimes mercifully ended their set in a barrage of messy chaos. As the band began to pack up their gear, Alex and Anna disappeared in the direction of the pool tables, but Peter turned to me again with wild glee in his eyes. “I love these guys! Let’s get you a CD!” Before I could reply, he pushed through the crowd to where the Mimes now stood at stage left. They were nursing half-empty beer bottles, laughing and thanking their friends who’d come to see the show. I sidled up next to Peter as the bassist fished a disc out of its box and handed it over.

Peter exploded with his usual naked enthusiasm, but the bemused bassist didn’t seem to hear half the compliments my roommate showered on him. We introduced ourselves, and the bassist did a slight double take as I mentioned my name. “Don’t I know you?” he asked, shaking my hand. “You look really familiar.” I gave him a quizzical look. “Don’t think so. Never seen you guys play before.”

“Oh,” he said, still studying me with the focus of the semi-sober as gallons of sweat poured off his buzzed pate. “Well, I swear I’ve seen you somewhere, dude,” he said. “It’ll come to me.” He said his name was Colin Dawson, shook my hand, and turned to another person to sell them an album, completely forgetting Peter. My roommate took it in stride, drifting over to Alex’s pool table. I backed away from the Mimes’ little merch corner and watched their drummer stack his cymbals near the back door. He noticed me, raised an eyebrow, and walked over to Colin the bassist and said something inaudible, and then they both looked at me appraisingly. Colin let the drummer hawk some CDs and came back my way as the second band of the night, Cool Water Canyon, eased into their set with mellow cool.

“Hi again,” he said, a little more seriously. “Hey, did you say your name was Roy, man?” I blinked and said yes. He nodded and jerked his head back at the drummer. “My brother Ben recognized you. You were at our apartment one time to get a ride from our housemate, remember?” I felt vaguely unsettled, like the day after the fire, but I figured it was from the weed. “Really?” I said. “Um, who’s your housemate?”

“Well, ex-housemate,” he said, a little bitterly. “Derek, man, Derek Haynes.” I suddenly cascaded into a very cold pool of paranoia. “You know Derek?” I said, trying not to appear nervous. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Well, thought I did. I mean, I grew up with the guy, but three months ago my band came back from a crappy little tour in to find he’d just skipped out on us one weekend. Like, went home to O.C. and didn’t come back, and we’ve been trying to get ahold of him to pay up his share of the rent and stuff ever since.”

I hoped I was successfully suppressing the increasingly sharp stabs of illogical fear. “I wondered what was up with him,” I said with forced calm, then hastily, as Colin cocked his head at me, “…cause, you know, we played soccer together and, um, stuff.” I told him all about how another girl on the team had called me a few days after I came back from home once, saying Derek went AWOL and asking me to help take over the team, and I’d failed to keep everyone interested, and that I hadn’t heard from Derek at all. Colin nodded again, apparently believing me. “I remember his team, yeah,” he said. “Remember when he quit, too, and then, like, he was gone. We didn’t know what to do or who to call; we’re not real keen about having the cops in our place, if you know what I mean,” he winked. I smiled lamely.

“Things got a little hairy later,” he continued, “when his mom came up here to move the rest of his stuff out of the apartment, and wouldn’t even talk to us. She thought we had something to do with him going missing and, like, a week later we did have the cops at our place, giving us all kinds of shit about Derek being gone.” Colin threw me that same look again, like he was sizing me up, and then said, “Come to think of it, Roy, I’d assume sooner or later the O.C. sheriffs will wanna talk to you too, you know. They were kinda making a point of meeting everyone who knows Derek.”

“R-really?” I said again, unable to hide anything this time. I was about to try and explain my blackout and how I tried to call Derek too around that time, but two things happened right then that cut us off: Colin’s brother called him to help move their gear outside, and someone tapped me on the shoulder softly. As Colin said, “Well, see ya,” I turned around and found myself face to face with Francesca.

She’d been crying, and was dressed in the same grubby sweats and “Zero” shirt. “Hi Roy,” she sniffed. “Pete said you’d be up by the stage.” I strained to hear her tiny voice over Cool Water Canyon and the chattering crowd. “Frankie, where’d you come from? Are you okay?” She looked around nervously and said, “Oh, I’ve… just been out and around, and no, I’m not okay. Listen, Roy, do you mind… do you think, maybe, um, you could walk me back to the dorm? I know you guys all came out here to listen to the bands and stuff, and, I don’t wanna ruin your night or anything, but do you mind?” I must have looked totally gobsmacked, because she quickly added, “It’s okay if you don’t want to- I’m sorry, I just-”

“I’ll do it,” I said, fighting once again to regain composure in front of her, which was tough to do at this point after the drugs, the noise, and the fear. The rush of gratitude I expected from her didn’t come, so I loudly emphasized my inability to resist helping beautiful women in distress. She thankfully didn’t see it for the blatant opportunism it was, and gave a soggy laugh before pulling me by the hand back toward our friends, who naturally had no problems with my early exit under these circumstances.

On the way back to campus she explained that her Iranian boyfriend had actually only driven up to UCSB to dump her, apparently felt guilty about it, gleaned one last fuck out of her, and then changed his mind again and dropped the bomb when she came back from talking music with me. I tried to pay attention as best I could, but my brain kept drifting off at random, and I was lucky that Frankie didn’t notice as she vehemently expounded at length against the depths to which guys would go.

We walked the same misty, stinking lagoon path I’d been on two nights before, but it seemed to radiate a much more malicious vibe tonight, and I kept silently jumping out of my skin at the slightest provocation. I nearly pissed myself in fear when a heron sloshed across the dark water on our right, and almost collapsed in relief when we stepped into the comforting warmth of the dorm. Frankie seemed to still be mired in her own problems, and I was yawning uncontrollably now, about to think up a reason for going to bed, but before I knew it she’d wrapped me up in a very tight hug, said something like “thanks” or “good night” or both, and disappeared into her room.

I was once again alone in the hallway, and took my time returning to my room, trying to process the last few hours. I shut my door, left the light off, picked up my unplugged bass, and just held it without playing as I lay back on the bed, waiting for the sleep that, perversely, wouldn’t come.  

Happy Birthday Peace Sign

The Peace Sign turned 50 years old today, April 4th, 2008.  It was introduced at a British rally to ban nuclear bombs on April 4, 1958. Gerald Holtom, a graphic artist, had a simple idea:  “I drew myself . . . a man in despair . . . put a circle around it to represent the world.”  The Wikipedia adds that the symbol  is “representative of an individual in despair, with hands palm outstretched outwards and downwards in the manner of Goya’s peasant before the firing squad.”

Body armor: BILLIONS in contracts awarded improperly

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This will come as no surprise to anyone who has followed this issue over the past two-plus years:


The Army can’t be sure some of its body armor met safety standards, partly because it didn’t do proper paperwork on initial testing of the protective vests, a Defense Department audit said.


The inspector general reviewed $5.2 billion worth of Army and Marine Corps contracts for body armor from 2004 through 2006.

“Specific information concerning testing and approval of first articles was not included in 13 of 28 Army contracts and orders reviewed, and contracting files were not maintained in 11 of 28 Army contracts to show why procurement decisions were made,” the report concluded.

“First article testing,” or FAT, is the initial testing the Pentagon applies to equipment it has procured. For body armor, such testing has included such procedures as exposure to extreme heat and cold, exposure to diesel fuel and ballistic-threat testing (i.e., shooting at the armor) – or at least, that’s what the FAT protocol was supposed to have included. According to the IG’s report, that didn’t happen on contracts worth billions of dollars.

Not thousands, not millions – billions.

The report (PDF file) said, among other things,


DoD has no assurance that first articles produced under 13 of the 28 contracts and orders reviewed met the required standards, or that 11 of the 28 contracts were awarded based on informed procurement decisions. [emphasis added]

The inspector general’s report comes after congressional hearings held last spring and a prior NBC News investigative report that cast doubt on the Army’s testing of body armor. The report, when read in the context of earlier statements and events, should lay to rest any remaining doubt about the Pentagon’s credibility with respect to body armor testing and procurement.

The body armor controversy erupted almost two-and-a-half years ago when the Pentagon forbade soldiers and Marines from wearing any body armor other than the government-issued Interceptor. The Pentagon steadfastly maintained that Interceptor was vastly superior to anything else available, including another type of body armor called Dragon Skin. The Pentagon went so far as to issue a “Safety of Use Message” in March 2006, citing safety concerns as justification for the ban.  Proponents of Dragon Skin complained loudly, and the Army reluctantly conducted testing in May 2006.

According to the Army, Dragon Skin failed that testing spectacularly, with 13 of 48 test shots penetrating the vests. The Army presented no video of the ballistics portion of the test.

NBC News, however, got a much different result when it conducted its own tests in spring 2007: not only did Dragon Skin not fail, it stopped everything fired at it. But NBC did not stop at testing Dragon Skin. For months, concerned parties had been calling for side-by-side comparisons of Dragon Skin with Interceptor. So NBC obliged, and subjected Interceptor to the same ballistics tests as Dragon Skin. Never before had Interceptor been tested in front of a public audience.

When NBC fired the same armor-piercing ammunition at Interceptor as it had at Dragon Skin, the difference in performance could not have been more dramatic: Dragon Skin stopped all six shots easily; Interceptor failed at the fourth shot, which blew a huge hole in the clay mannequin’s torso. What’s more, Dragon Skin showed less “back face deformation” (BFD); that is, the inside of the vest “pushed in” to the test mannequin’s torso less with Dragon Skin than with Interceptor, a key measure of body armor’s efficacy.

Partially as a result of that NBC piece, Congress held hearings on the matter in June 2007, and ordered that additional testing be done by a third party. The inspector general’s audit is the first of two reports on the matter; another is expected to be released by the GAO within the near future, and some sources indicate that it will be even more damning than the IG’s audit.

The IG report, casting doubt as it does on the Army’s testing of a multi-billion-dollar Pentagon program, blows out of the water and exposes as lies many of the smug assertions made emphatically and repeatedly by Army personnel who had vested interests in trumpeting the integrity of the body-armor testing program and the efficacy of Interceptor.

The Pentagon’s assertions during the controversy have been two-pronged:

First, that Interceptor has been thoroughly tested and has never failed; and

Second, that Dragon Skin has been thoroughly tested and has failed “catastrophically.”

Beginning with the NBC report, though, more and more evidence has been reported which undercuts both sides of the Pentagon’s claims.

In July 2007, Dragon Skin was tested at the Army’s Aberdeen Testing Center, using the “high-temperature” environmental test that the Army had said was the cause of Dragon Skin’s failure in the May 2006 test. The two Dragon Skin vests tested stopped four and five armor-piercing rounds, respectively, with no failures.

In February 2008, at Aberdeen’s “Industry Day,” Interceptor failed to stop the very first Level III round (not even as powerful as the Level IV armor-piercing rounds the Interceptor was supposed to be able to stop) fired at it, breaking loose a three-inch chunk from the corner of the plate.

Finally, the assertion that Interceptor has been subject to rigorous testing has been utterly debunked by the inspector general’s audit report. The IG audited all of the body armor contracts issued, totaling $5.2 billion. Some of its findings:

For one contract for a total of 10,000 units of armor, a contract worth $1.9 million,


our review of the contract file indicated the [testing] was never performed after contract award

Here’s what the report said about another contract, a contract for 850,000 sets of body armor, and worth $190 million:


W91CRB-05-D-0003 (OTV) – The PEO stated that FAT was conducted on December 3, 2004, at H.P. White Laboratory, Incorporated and was certified after the fact by the contracting officer in a letter dated June 16, 2006.

– yeah: “certified after the fact” – by a letter written a year and a half after the supposed “tests,” and only once the IG had begun its audit.

For a contract for 840,000 sets of armor, worth $239 million:

13. W91CRB-04-D-0014 (DAPs) – The PEO stated that no FAT letter was issued by the contracting officer, and that FAT was verified by test data from H.P. White Laboratory, Incorporated on March 13, 2003. This order contained no purchase description to accompany the contract; therefore, if testing was completed, the test facility would not have known what specifications to test against. Based on this information and the lack of documentation in the contracting file, we cannot validate the PEO’s statement that FAT was verified on March 13, 2003.

And here the IG’s report tells of a contract for 10,000 units, worth $15 million, that they decided to give a pass to:


11. W91CRB-05-F-0086 (ESAPI) – The PEO stated that verification of FAT was certified by the contracting officer in a letter dated September 7, 2005. As stated in our draft report, we looked through contract files for approvals or disapprovals of requests for waivers or deviation from contract requirements. This letter and documentation to support the FAT results were not included in the contracting file; the letter was provided by the PEO after we completed our review. Although we were not able to validate the test results, we updated the report to remove this order from the list of contracts that did not complete FAT. [emphasis added]

“PEO” is the director of the Army’s Program Executive Officer – Soldier headquarters at Fort Belvoir, Virginia, where a controversial test of Dragon Skin body armor was conducted in May 2006. The IG’s report took PEO to task, making recommendations specifically to address issues it found there. PEO’s response to the IG was, in essence, “F-you.” In a letter from PEO to the IG included in the report, PEO says,


The U.S. Army conducts rigorous and extensive testing of body armor to ensure that it meets Army standards and is safe for use by Soldiers in combat. The U.S. Army require two levels of performance and verification prior to acceptance of body armor to issue to Soldiers; First Article Test (FAT) and Lot Acceptance Test (LAT). FAT and LAT verify two key ballistic performance parameters for Body Armor, Ballistic Limit and Resistance to Penetration. These two test requirements verify that body armor meets U.S. Army standards before being issued to Soldiers and ensure production processes remain in check.

With typical bureaucratic understatement, the IG considered PEO Soldier’s comments about the IG’s recommendations “not responsive”:


The PEO’s comments on Recommendation 1.a. are not responsive. While we agree that procedures exist for testing and evaluation to ensure contract conformance, our audit results show that those procedures are not consistently followed . . . The PEO’s comments on Recommendation 1.b. are not responsive . . . The PEO’s comments on Recommendation 1.c. are not responsive . . .  [emphasis added]

See a pattern here?

The PEO letter goes on to describe LAT testing:


Furthermore, the U.S. Army conducts post-issue surveillance testing to ensure no degradation of body armor testing over time. LAT and surveillance testing . . . are a critical part of the body armor testing program.

As far as I have been able to determine, the “post-issue surveillance testing” cited by PEO Soldier consists of a recommended daily “once-over” the soldier in the field is supposed to administer to his ballistic plates. How many soldiers actually remove the plates from their pockets on the vests and go over them for damage is open to question. According to Karl Masters, the Army’s project manager for the Interceptor Body Armor program, and “point man” with respect to the controversial May 2006 testing of Dragon Skin, the Pentagon was exploring an additional in-the-field testing protocol:


What we are doing [is] . . . using a mobile shelter with a digital x-ray inspection system to periodically inspect serviceability via non-destructive testing of the plates. We . . . ran it through an operational assessment, testing a sample of 2,000 plates . . . System is GTG and we are doing a demo at Fort Drum this summer when 10th Mountain elements rotate home. Our objectives are to provide a quick serviceability inspection method for the warfighter and calculate a combat consumption planning factor for the [armor plate] inserts. We are working with the boys in the box to do an in-theater evaluation ASAP.

I would like to hear from any Iraq or Afghanistan vets to see whether their body armor was ever taken from them to be tested in such a fashion – or, for that matter, to ask them what their inspection protocol was. So far, the few vets I have discussed this with have indicated that their body armor was in their custody at all times during their combat postings, and further that often the armor was handed down to them by the unit previously occupying their posting.

Also, any vets who know of any incidents where body armor was penetrated (or, conversely, where it was not penetrated) by any ballistic threat), please contact me in the comments or via e-mail (in my Profile).

So – the inspector general says testing wasn’t done on a very large number of occasions. But – but – but – the Pentagon assured us over and over that they were tested!:

From a posting  Karl Masters made on Professional Soldiers on June 9, 2006:


The Defense Contract Management Agency has on site QA reps that select a random sample of ESAPI plates for quality assurance ballistic testing from each and every production lot of ESAPI – from every manufacturer that is qualified to build ESAPI for the Army. There are only 6 that have passed the ESAPI First Artical Test protocol and are qualified and under contract to build these plates.

To ensure ESAPI plates maintain consistently high ballistic performance in combat, an ESAPI from every sample pulled from every lot from every manufacturer gets tested against 7.62x54R B-32 API – before the lot is accepted by PEO Soldier.

Each and every ESAPI lot is tested against the B-32 API threat. That means that we do quite a bit of testing, but this is a small price to pay to ensure that Soldiers get kit that they can rely on to perform when it counts.

It also gives us confidence that any material problem, process change, or any other factor affecting ESAPI ballistic performance is detected – before it gets to an Operator/Soldier/Marine/Airman/Sailor in combat.

Let’s reprise that lede from AP again:


The Army can’t be sure some of its body armor met safety standards, partly because it didn’t do proper paperwork on initial testing of the protective vests, a Defense Department audit said.

Yeah. The Army also can’t be sure if its body armor met safety standards because every time Interceptor has been tested out in the open since NBC’s tests of May 2007, it has failed.

Every.

Time.

Huh. Now, that’s odd. Because when Congress was investigating the Army’s testing of Dragon Skin body armor last spring, Brig. Gen. Mark Brown, head of the Army’s Program Executive Officer – Soldier (PEO Soldier) command, put on a dog-and-pony show press briefing in which he gave this muddled but yet somehow emphatic response to a questioner:


Q     Just to be clear, the Interceptor body armor that you have got has never failed any of these tests?

GEN. BROWN: Not in the first article test. We would have a lot that would fail. We test each lot, and if the lot failed, we go back and we say, “What happened? Was it a production mistake, a technical mistake?” And then we’d find out why it failed. But the ones that the soldiers have all passed the first article test.

Oooh. Except for the ones that didn’t – like the Inspector General reported.

Or, shoot, there was that batch of 23,000 vests that the Marine Corps had to recall back in 2004 – but only after it became apparent that they were about to be exposed by the news media:


Most Point Blank vests passed the tests, but the Marine liaison to Point Blank recommended the service reject the production lots of those that failed – numbering thousands of vests in total, according to memos, dated in mid-2004, obtained by the Marine Corps Times and reproduced on the Internet. The Marines then tested vests from those lots again at another test range, and they passed, Landis said. Marine officials issued waivers allowing the vests to go to the troops, but decided to recall the vests from the field when they learned of the imminent article.

Oh! – and in their prepared statement (PDF file) to the House Armed Services Committee on June 6, 2007, Brown and Lieutenant General N. Ross Thompson III stated the following:


The IBA system has been subjected to rigorous ballistic testing . . . The IBA system has passed those tests with no failures . . .

It is important to reiterate that this was the same fair and independent testing that was passed by our current Interceptor Body Armor system with zero catastrophic failures, and zero first shot complete penetrations . . .

[N]o body armor will be fielded to our troops until it has passed rigorous testing . . .

(A friendly reminder, boys – lying to Congress is a felony.)

So – what inference can one draw from the combination of: (1) the IG’s stilted, bureaucratic and very measured report; (2) the repeated public failures of Interceptor to withstand minimal ballistic threats in open tests; and (3) the laughable way the Army has handled the public face of what should be a very simple issue to put to bed one way or another?

Well, if one were a skeptic, mindful of Pentagon procurement scandals such as the Darleen Druyun fiasco, the Osprey boondoggle, the Trophy anti-RPG mess, Duncan Hunter’s DP-2, and The Boat Nobody Wanted, one might be led to the conclusion that the Pentagon doesn’t want people to know the truth about the body armor system that has cost American taxpayers more than $5 billion. One can only hope it hasn’t cost any American lives.

The inspector general’s findings throw into doubt all of the contracts awarded for Interceptor Body Armor for the armed forces. In light of Interceptor’s dismal performance on the NBC “Dateline” segment, and the utter failure of Level III Interceptor in a more recent test, the only prudent thing to do would be to subject Interceptor to a new round of complete first article testing.

The answer is obvious: Start from scratch. Wipe the slate clean. Begin again. Create a level playing field for every supplier. Open up the competition, and let the best body armor win.

However, given the Pentagon’s amply demonstrated inability to conduct such tests in a responsible and transparent manner, the tests must be conducted by an independent agency, one with no connection to the awarding of contracts for the military.

And as long as testing is being done, body armor systems should be tested to failure, not simply to determine whether they can stop one or two rounds (which is the current first article standard).

Finally, if the billions of dollars in contracts for interceptor were shown to have been awarded fraudulently, those responsible for such awards must be brought to justice.  

Originally in Orange

Howard Zinn: Empire or Humanity – A History of the American People

Read a transcript and a lot more – including much uncensored news – here

http://www.informationclearing…

Dr. King: Beyond Iraq — A time to break silence

Dr. King at Riverside Church, April 4, 1967


“Somehow this madness must cease. We must stop now. I speak as a child of God and brother to the suffering poor of Iraq. I speak for those whose land is being laid waste, whose homes are being destroyed, whose culture is being subverted. I speak for the poor of America who are paying the double price of smashed hopes at home, and death and corruption in Iraq. I speak as a citizen of the world, for the world as it stands aghast at the path we have taken. I speak as one who loves America, to the leaders of our own nation: The great initiative in this war is ours; the initiative to stop it must be ours…

“America, the richest and most powerful nation in the world, can well lead the way in this revolution of values. There is nothing except a tragic death wish to prevent us from reordering our priorities so that the pursuit of peace will take precedence over the pursuit of war. There is nothing to keep us from molding a recalcitrant status quo with bruised hands until we have fashioned it into a brotherhood…

“We can no longer afford to worship the god of hate or bow before the altar of retaliation. The oceans of history are made turbulent by the ever-rising tides of hate. And history is cluttered with the wreckage of nations and individuals that pursued this self-defeating path of hate…

“We must find new ways to speak for peace in Iraq and justice throughout the developing world, a world that borders on our doors. If we do not act, we shall surely be dragged down the long, dark, and shameful corridors of time reserved for those who possess power without compassion, might without morality, and strength without sight.”

–April 4 is the anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination in 1968.  It is also the anniversary of the speech he gave a year before his death, entitled “Beyond Vietnam — A Time to Break Silence.”  This is taken from that speech.  I have taken the liberty of changing only the name of the country.

Read or listen to the whole speech here.

A Brother Returns, 39 Years Later!

39 years later, a military burial


PhotobucketAir Force honor guard members carry the remains of Maj. Perry Jefferson during burial services at Arlington National Cemetery on Thursday, April 3, 2008 in Arlington, Va. (AP | Kevin Wolf)

 

PhotobucketA photo from 1968 shows then-Capt. Perry Jefferson, left, discussing security with Army Capt. Kent Brown, also of Denver, at Phan Rang Air Base in Vietnam. (Special to the Post)


ARLINGTON, VA – Thirty-nine years to the day from when he disappeared in Vietnam, Colorado’s Maj. Perry Henry Jefferson today received a burial with full military honors.


Family, a contingent of Vietnam veterans and retired members of Colorado’s Air National Guard 120th Fighter Squadron commemorated Jefferson under a leaden sky with a cold wind whipping.


More than a dozen veterans clad in leather jackets rode motorcycles to the service.


“Maj. Jefferson honored the flag,” said Chaplain Col. Ret. Victor Hoops, who served with Jefferson 39 years ago.


Jefferson was the last member of the 120th Fighter Squadron missing in action in Vietnam.

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His remains were turned over to U.S. officials nine years ago by a Vietnamese national living in California, who reported that his mother had brought them with her when she immigrated to the United States.


An honor guard member stands by the casket of Maj. Perry Jefferson as mourners gather around at the end of burial services at Arlington National Cemetery on Thursday, April 3, 2008 in Arlington, Va. (AP | Kevin Wolf)

Jefferson’s grave lies a few feet from one with multiple soldiers killed in World War II. Next to Jefferson’s grave is that of a man killed in Iraq in June 2007.

 

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