Sgt. Bergdahl: Just a Thought or Two

One of the great appeals of ideology, as opposed to thoughtfulness, is that it lends itself to simple, easy-to-follow rules of conduct, where "conduct" includes shooting your mouth off.

For example, who could object to this rule:  Leave no soldier behind on the battlefield.

And for another, who could object to:  Never negotiate with terrorists.

As we all know, no rule of conduct that is obviously, self-evidently correct could possibly conflict with another, equally self-evidently correct ruled. Morality, our self-appointed moralists assure us, is simply a matter of following clear rules. Do this, don’t do that, and you’re fine.

But then a soldier falls into the hands of (let’s assume) terrorists. Rule One says we must get him back by any means. Rule Two says we cannot discuss this with his captors.

This could be tricky. Who can we talk to? And in what way that doesn’t amount to negotiating with the terrorists?

A lot of folks are suddenly having trouble with this little poser. Others are not having any such trouble because they have useful amnesia. The Gawker site offers an amusing sampling of moral absolutists proclaiming first Rule One and, later, Rule Two in the case of Sgt. Bergdahl.

A neutral observer might be forgiven for inferring that the rule that the chest-thumping patriots are actually observing is:  Whatever the President does is wrong, outrageous, and unpatriotic.

No question that the five Taliban members are a nasty looking crew:


But the critics overlook one salient point. Now that they are out of Guantanamo and free to take up their lives again, they have lost a certain, um, security. One may decide to retire from the terrorism game and open a Fiat agency over in West Doha (h/t: S. Freberg), another to settle down quietly to poppy growing, while the other three resume campaigning against all history since the 8th century. But however they choose to utilize their new freedom, they are all now far more apt to be disturbed by one of those terrible drone strikes that have become so worrisome in their part of the world in recent years.

Happy retirement, fellows; be a shame if anything were to happen to it.


Al Feldstein (1925-2014)

I think the first issue of Mad magazine I bought was #39, the “Special April Fool Issue” in 1958. I had been introduced to Mad by my 8th-grade English teacher, John Leo of blessed memory.


Mr. Leo was, my increasingly unreliable memory tells my much later developed knowledge of the ways of the world, a slightly disreputable character. There was a dissolute look about him that we 12- and 13-year-olds easily overlooked because he was a kindly man with no interest in teaching.

My class, section 8-D at the Bushey Hall American School somewhere west of London, sat in Mr. Leo’s classroom for two consecutive periods in the afternoon. One period was supposed to be devoted to the English language, the other to American history. Of history I can recall nothing ever having been said. Of English, well...does “potrzebie” count?

One day Mr. Leo produced a magazine and proceeded to read to us. I cannot remember what he read, but at the end he showed us the cover -- Mad. Later, perhaps to offset the message, or perhaps to underscore it, he read us On the Beach. The world is nuts; the world kills itself. I don’t think we suspected a connection then, but in retrospect it is rich.

(I’ll just mention here that on a field trip to Hampton Court Palace one day, Mr. Leo taught several of us boys to shoot craps. Or, more accurately, not to.)

The Mad magazine that I bought every month for years afterward was to a great extent the creation of Al Feldstein, who has just passed from this earthly plane to the Cowznofski dimension. Where, it may be, it is not necessarily crackers to slip a rozzer the dropsy in snide. Of course, he had some help from the usual gang of idiots, a group I tried very hard and failed utterly to imagine.

A friend of mine once met Feldstein at the Iditarod sled race in Anchorage. My friend expressed his admiration and, to hear him tell it, Feldstein expressed his indifference. Good all around.

To the man who helped teach me to doubt what I was told, that irony and rudeness have their place, and my first few words of Yiddish:  Thanks, Al. And thanks, too, Mr. Leo. The great teachers are not always the obvious ones.


UPDATE: My friend corrects me:

He was by no means indifferent.

First of all he was a funny and open guy.  You know, always a big broad smile.

I gushed a bit, telling him how important MAD was in my life.  He was used to hearing that from 63 year old guys.

He said that their goal was subversive.  In the 1950s they wanted kids to realize that they should not trust anyone, not the government, not the media, not the teachers and especially not their parents....

He was a warm and frIendly guy.  Not at all a celebrity, and anyway in Anchorage on Iditarod Day everyone is happy and friendly, in the midst of 1500 crazed sled dogs.

As musher handler for our two teams, I introduced him to all the dogs.  I showed him and his woman friend how we would provide a safe and comfortable ride.  He was 80.

At the end of the run, when I helped him out of the sled, he was totally ecstatic....

He was an animal lover.  His western home was a rescue ranch, with all kinds of animals.

After the race he invited us out to the ranch, and I regret we never made it.


Lost, in Translation

A new piece up at The American.


This Just In

Late-breaking news:  Wikipedia may not be the greatest thing since moldy bread.

Where have these people been?


On McCutcheon v. Federal Election Commission

I cannot think what all the fuss is about. Surely it is obvious that every citizen is entitled to buy as many congressentities as he or she can afford? What has become of our beloved equality, if that is not true?

In order to simplify our modern principles of civics, I offer these maxims, beginning with the fundamental axiom:

money = speech

This is self-evidently true, in just the same way as is

corporation = person

and of course

creation science = science

and the classics

war = peace

freedom = slavery


ignorance = strength

Memorize these. There will be a pop quiz.