What else could you do with $22 Billion?

In 1921, the Chicago Tribune published the following cartoon by John T. McCutcheon, one of the foremost artists and political cartoonists of our nation. The numbers refer to the amount spent on World War 1, which for the United States is estimated at $22,625,253,000.00.[1]

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The title was “What the money spent on one war would do if applied to peaceful purposes.”

The list is as follows:

  • It would criss-cross the continent with boulevards.
  • It would irrigate and reclaim all our arid spaces.
  • It would supply free education of the highest and most modern type.
  • It would re-forest all the denuded timber lands
  • It would build ship canals from the Gulf of Mexico to the Great Lakes and the St. Lawrence
  • It would electrify all railroads and give them the speed of the modern interurban systems.
  • It would supply every farmer with a tractor which will low 50 acres a day.
  • It would build hydro-electric plants capable of supplying the nation with power.’
  • It would buy all the coal mines of the country and have them owned by the government.
  • It would give us a self-supporting merchant marine, without which we cannot be independent.
  • It would eliminate the slums and afford wholesome housing for everybody,.
  • It would supply the poor of the nation with the best of hospitals and promote anti-disease research.
  • It would provide every seaport with a deep and well-protected harbor.
  • It would build landing fields and mooring piers for a system of trans-continental air routes.
  • It would provide old age insurance, which would rob the creeping years of their terrors.

Based on Dave Manuel’s inflation calculator, the amount spent by the USA on World War I would be the equivalent to $342,806,863,636.36 in 2012 dollars.

Given that the cost of the war in Iraq was roughly $2.2 trillion dollars, (more if you count the interest on the debt incurred to finance that war), we’re looking at a figure roughly an order of magnitude greater.

The economy is now so large and things have become so expensive that the same 2.2 trillion today would not do as much as it might have in 1921… but it would do a hell of a lot. According to David Roberts, it would have gotten our nation halfway to a renewable energy system.

I’m rapidly approaching retirement age. While everything on McCutcheon’s list is noteworth, it was that last bullet point up there that made me sit up and take notice, especially with the GOP slavering to cut social security benefits to balance their warmongering.

Given the employment situation in our nation, which on the ground and in the trenches is far worse than any civil servant or policy wonk would ever admit to, I have to ask the question:

“As a nation, and as human beings, have we taken total leave of our senses?”

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Let it be remembered that only Congress can wage war, and despite the efforts of repetitive previous administrations to promote and promulgate wars for personal gain – I’m looking at you, Dick Cheney – only Congress can authorized the funding. And yet we continue to elect, and re-elect, people – largely privileged and wealthy individuals who are unaffected by the economic terror that is snapping at the heels of so many, both elderly and young – who happily raise their hands to vote for obscene outlays of our national cash, present and future, taken from the pockets of you and me and our children and grandchildren – for the purpose of death and destruction.

When it first percolated up, the Tea Party sounded like a wonderful idea. I even attended a rally in my home town years ago, thinking I would find like-minded citizens who wanted to return to the concept of a republic run for the benefit of its people. What I saw that day was the wildest fringes of every tinfoil-hat group on the planet, and immediately saw that there was no salvation to be hoped for under that head.

I’m beyond outraged and beyond terrified. The increasing gap between the rich and the rest of us worries me not only for myself (as long as social security holds for a while, I should be OK on a daily basis, but that won’t help me pay off any housing debt any faster) but for my posterity. We have the wherewithal as a human species to make life better for everyone on the planet, but apparently not the moral (and certainly not the money-fueled political) will to do it.

Something’s gotta give. As the inimitable Benjamin Franklin said at the signing of our Declaration of Independence, “We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.”

The Old Wolf has spoken.


[1] Spartacus Educational

Oh, so being a programmer is *still* like that?

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It would appear that things haven’t changed much from the days of programming in Fortran, PL/1, COBOL, and JCL  in the IBM environment.

I share with you a poem by Dan Nessett. I have no idea who this brilliant man is, but he has written some classic DP humor. This one was collected in 1980; old-school programmers will probably relate more than today’s OOP whizkids, but there may be echoes that even the newer generation can relate to.

“I Was Wondering About This Error Message,” I said

Beneath my stare began to blur
10,000 lines of print.
Buried alive by 0C5[1]
Which gave not clue nor hint.

Up from my chair, I neared the lair
Branded “Consultants’ Room.
With puzzled gaze I paraphrased
My mind’s perplexing gloom.

“That bilious sty of wire,” said I,
“Has dumped its DUMP on me.
I cannot guess where in that mess
I’ll find the missing key.”

“The clues are everywhere,” he said.
And I began to think
Of : “Water, water everywhere
But not a drop to drink.”

“Aha!” said he, “Your DCB
Has lost BUFL.
MSHI is far to high
And BLKSIZE looks not well.”

“BLDL in this case will
Cause 0C5 or 4.
To BSP hex ‘503’
Will backspace low cost store.”

“You FREEMAIN twice and GETMAIN once’
This cannot be advised.
And all of this, I’m positive
Has caused your 0C5.”

My jaw had slackened to my knees;
A fly flew in my mouth.
I gathered up my SYSUDUMP
And crawled off in a slouch.

Back to my desk; I placed to rest
My chin upon my hand.
My weary eyes seemed quite surprised
To gaze on print again.

Beneath my stare began to blur
10,000 lines of print.
Buried alive by 0C5
Which gave not clue nor hint.

-Dan Nessett

The Old Wolf has spoken.


[1] 0c5 and 0c4 are basically the IBM compilation error codes that mean “You screwed up big-time somewhere, and I have no idea what’s wrong.”

2.1.3 ABEND CODE 0C4
1. ERROR ID: none
2. DESCRIPTION: This is a storage protection violation generally caused by your program trying to STORE data in memory that is not allocated for your use.
3. CORRECTIVE PROCEDURE: Make sure any subscripts used do not exceed the boundary specified. Correct all bad addresses in a store-type statement.

2.1.4 ABEND CODE 0C5
1. ERROR ID: none
2. DESCRIPTION: The computer tried to ADDRESS an area in a non-existent part of memory (beyond the bounds of our installation memory).
3. CORRECTIVE PROCEDURE: Check for improper subscripts and for inconsistent lists for subprograms.

This reminds me of my very first FORTRAN programming class in 1969, working on a Univac 1108. The instructor told us about various compilation errors we could get, and what they meant. He went on to say that there was one high-level error we were unlikely to see, because in essence it meant that we were smarter than the computer: “unresolvable ambiguity in source code” or some such thing. Guess what the machine gave me when I submitted my very first deck?

Breakfast around the world

Reblogged from a post at Imgur.

Note: Comments over at Reddit have been a lot of “No, that’s not it you moron” and such like. I’ve experienced a lot of these, and can vouch for a number of them, including the USA, Australia, Germany, Turkey, Full English, Italy, France, Portugal, Canada, and Egypt. Of course, what you may be having in your pensione may be entirely different from what the folks upstairs are having in their apartment, but I can tell you these are pretty representative.

Full English

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Sausages, bacon, eggs, grilled tomato, mushrooms, bread, black pudding and baked beans. Knocked back with a cup of tea.

Cuba

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Usually consists of sweetened coffee with milk with a pinch of salt thrown in. The unique Cuban bread is toasted and buttered and cut into lengths to dunk in the coffee.

Poland

Poland
Known locally as Jajecznica, consists of scrambled eggs covered with slices of kielbasa and joined by two potato pancakes.

Morocco

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Usually consists of different breads with some chutney, jam, cheese or butter. They have a really delicious crumpet-style bread which they make in huge slabs for you to tear a bit off, and a semolina pancake bread called Baghir.

Portugal

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Delicious and simple, stuffed croissants and plenty of coffee served in the sun.

Australia

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Only one crucial ingredient here, Vegemite. Traveling Aussies are often found with a sneaky pot of the sticky, salty brown stuff in their backpack. Just don’t get in the Vegemite vs Marmite war – everybody knows Marmite is better, but let them have their fun.
Note: The original author is obviously touched in the head. Marmite, and Parwill, but Vegemite is the king of the yeast spreads.

Brazil

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A selection of meats, cheeses and bread is the normal breakfast fare.

Italy

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‘Cappuccino e cornetto’ aka a cappuccino and croissant.

Germany

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Wursts, local cheeses and freshly baked bread, all washed back with a strong coffee.

America

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Home made thick pancakes with bacon, syrup and blueberries.

France

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Le croissant, plain or with crushed almonds, butter, chocolate or cream., and coffee of course.

Argentina

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Usually consists of “mate” (an infusion drink made with leaves of “yerba”) or dulce de leche with “facturas,”a croissant-like typical pastry.

Canada

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Perogies are boiled, baked or fried dumplings made from unleavened dough and traditionally stuffed with potato filling, sauerkraut, ground meat, cheese, or fruit. Then you’ve got some sausages and toast to mop it all up.
Note: That, or they go to Tim Hortons

Mexico

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The delightful plate above consists of beef tips, chilequiles and other assorted goodies eaten in Manzanillo. Nachos, cheese and beans always feature heavily and a delicious, spicy breakfast is the norm.

Thailand

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Usually consists of some meaty treat dropped in a semolina/porridge mixture. What you see above is pork porridge. It features Chinese doughnuts, beansprouts, pork intestine stuffed with peppery pork mince, sliced pork heart, stomach slivers and blood pudding. A bit more interesting than toast and jam anyway.

Bolivia

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Saltenas are a bit like empanadas crossed with Cornish pasties. They’re the traditional option for a Bolivian breakfast and usually filled with meat and vegetables, and slightly sweetened with sugar.

Egypt

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The breakfast of choice here is Foul Muddamas. It’s made from fava beans, chickpeas, garlic and lemon. Above you’ll see the dish topped with olive oil, cayenne, tahini sauce, a hard boiled egg, and some diced green veggies.

Note: it’s pronounced “fool”

Japan

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What do you mean you’ve never had tofu for breakfast? It’s a popular choice in Japan, along with fish and rice. Soak it in soya sauce and you’ve got yourself one delicious, and semi-healthy breakfast.

China

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A lot like lunch and dinner in China. Expect noodles, rice, sticky coated chicken and fried veggies.

Mongolia

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Generally consists of boiled mutton with lots of fat and flour and maybe some dairy products or rice. In western Mongolia they add variety to their diets with horsemeat.

Pakistan

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In Pakistan you’ll get Aloo Paratha for your breakfast. It’ s an Indian unleavened flatbread made by pan frying, wholewheat dough on a tava. The dough contains ghee and the bread is usually stuffed with vegetables. It’s best eaten with butter, chutney or some other spicy sauce. It’s not uncommon to roll it up and dip it in your tea.

Estonia

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Curd cheese on a wheat bloomer – known locally as ‘cheese on toast’. The creamy topping can be supplemented with ricotta or fromage fraiche instead, if you prefer.

Venezuela

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Empenadas are the order of the day. Fill the little pastries with fresh cheese, minced meat or any combination of veggies and beans.

Ghana

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The most popular breakfast item in this African country is waakye. It’s basically rice cooked in beans and is found at all the street stalls in Ghana.

Turkey

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The full Turkish treatment usually consists of a few varieties of cheese, butter, olives, eggs, tomatoes, cucumbers, jam, honey, and spicy meat.
The Old Wolf is now hungry.

Happy Anniversary

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Three years ago today, in Palmyra, New York, the most wonderful lady in the world became my bride.

The subsequent three years have been “interesting times” in the “Chinese Curse” sense of the word[1], but I would not trade them for anything. Among other things, we worked for the Census, made new friends, fixed up and sold a home, bought a home, had my elderly mother with us for a year until she moved to a nursing home, endured some injuries, got chickens, raised gardens, suffered through underemployment and discouraging job hunts, held yard sales, endured night-time work schedules, traveled around the country (never rent a Budget truck unless you have a death wish), had children come and go and come and go, painted the house (halfway done!), installed a bathroom in our basement, made countless trips to Savers and Deseret Industries to get rid of stuff (and, unfortunately, pick up more), adopted cats, cooked wonderful things to eat, learned new skills, hosted knitting nights…  and done our best to love, honor and build one another up.

I wouldn’t exchange a minute of it.

Both of us were married before, and we’re happy to have “gotten it right” the second time around. (Cue Ol’ Blue Eyes here.)

To the love of my life: Thank you for three wonderful years – may the next forever be even more amazing.

The Old Wolf has spoken.


[1] It is said that an old Chinese curse intones, “May you live in interesting times.” I am fully aware that no such curse exists, but it’s a great way of expressing an idea. Hush.

The Ultimate Portal

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I can still hear the jingle from one of our local bookstores. It’s cheesy, but it stuck in my head, and I remember it because it’s so true.

♫ When you open a book from Deseret Book,
You open a wonderful door!
It leads beyond the things you see
On a journey of discovery… ♫

Books were my best friends growing up. I was small and introverted as a child, and books were wonderful, thrilling… and safe.

I cut my reading teeth on “Peanuts” at age 5, devoured books by Richard Scarry and Virginia Lee Burton, Gelett Burgess, Munro Leaf and many others; graduated to things by A.A. Milne and E.B. White and Robert Louis Stevenson; read The Hobbit in grade school (actually it was read to us), and stayed up all night for several nights running reading The Lord of the Rings in 1965 when it came out, the first time in my life I was unable to put a book down.

I wept through Saroyan’s The Human Comedy and Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath, and devoured my father’s collection of science fiction anthologies, which I later inherited, and still treasure. In college I became enamored of the realists – Twain, James, and Howells, among others, and although I choked on Thomas Hardy in high school, I shouted with glee on almost every page of The Mayor of Casterbridge when I re-read it (for pleasure!) four years later. Orwell, Huxley, Asimov, Salinger, Clarke, Camus, Sartre, St. Exupéry, Victor Hugo, Proust – oh, those long sentences! – and so many, many others… the list goes on forever.

Reading gave me a love of language, both my own and that of others. Some of my favorite examples of beautiful writing I have shared before. And the journeys I took in my imagination long before I ever set foot outside of my own country took me to the edges of the universe and back. To quote O. Henry again, from the aforementioned “A Municipal Report:”

“On the surface,” said Azalea Adair. “I have traveled many times around the world in a golden airship wafted on two wings – print and dreams. I have seen (on one of my imaginary tours) the Sultan of Turkey bowstring with his own hands one of his wives who had uncovered her face in public. I have seen a man in Nashville tear up his theatre tickets because his wife was going out with her face covered – with rice powder. In San Francisco’s Chinatown I saw the slave girl Sing Yee dipped slowly, inch by inch, in boiling almond oil to make her swear she would never see her American lover again. She gave in when the boiling oil had reached three inches above her knee. At a euchre party in East Nashville the other night I saw Kitty Morgan cut dead by seven of her schoolmates and lifelong friends because she had married a house painter. The boiling oil was sizzling as high as her heart; but I wish you could have seen the fine little smile that she carried from table to table. Oh, yes, it is a humdrum town. Just a few miles of red brick houses and mud and lumber yards.”

Azalea Adair knew: books are the ultimate portals.

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And there’s so much more than cake to be had.

The Old Wolf has spoken.