A Hunting Ban Saps a Village’s Livelihood

Alternate title: “Western Neo-colonialism Imposes Economic Regime that Wrecks Native Lives”

Unintended but foreseeable consequences:

Since Botswana banned trophy hunting two years ago, remote communities like Sankuyo have been at the mercy of growing numbers of wild animals that are hurting livelihoods and driving terrified villagers into their homes at dusk.

The hunting ban has also meant a precipitous drop in income. Over the years, villagers had used money from trophy hunters, mostly Americans, to install toilets and water pipes, build houses for the poorest, and give scholarships to the young and pensions to the old.

I loved this quote:

Ms. Kapata said. “In Africa, a human being is more important than an animal. I don’t know about the Western world,”

I find hunting just for a trophy distasteful, but it seems to me there’s probably a middle road between an outright ban and unfettered hunting.

To my wife on our 5 year anniversary

Dearest Wife,

Thank you for being my wife these past 5 years.

Thank you for being patient when I am impatient.
Thank you for being kind when I am unkind.
Thank you for being loving when I am unloving.
Thank you for being a voice of correction when I need it most.
Thank you for being a blessing to me and those around us.
Thank you for caring for me even when I don’t want to be cared for.
Thank you for your quick laughter and your beautiful smile.
Thank you for sharing a common faith.

Thank you for saying “I do” 5 years ago.

Let’s get a zero after that five!

Love,
Steve

Ken of kamikazes

A moving article about the motivations of Japanese kamikaze pilots.

I thought this part was especially chilling:

In training, the pilots repeatedly zoomed perilously, heading practically straight down, to practice crashing. They had to reverse course right before hitting the ground and rise back into the sky, a tremendous G-force dragging on their bodies.

When they did it for real, they were instructed to send a final wireless message in Morse code, and keep holding that signal. In the transmission room, they knew the pilot had died when a long beep ended in silence.

The benefit of decades past and being several generations removed from the horror and hatred generated by war makes it much easier for me to appreciate the sacrifice these men made for their country.

Trump being Trump

Trump gets interviewed on a potential run for president in 2016:

You’re getting better numbers in some polls than several candida—

I’m the most successful person ever to run for the presidency, by far. Nobody’s ever been more successful than me. I’m the most successful person ever to run. Ross Perot isn’t successful like me. Romney — I have a Gucci store that’s worth more than Romney.

and

Specifically, what would you do to address the Islamic State (ISIS) in Iraq and Syria?

I have an absolute way of defeating ISIS, and it would be decisive and quick and it would be very beautiful. Very surgical.

Military on the ground? Drone strikes?

If I tell you right now, everyone else is going to say: “Wow, what a great idea.” You’re going to have 10 candidates going to use it and they’re going to forget where it came from. Which is me.

Do you have advisers on issues like this?

With very successful people, we sort of have our own ideas. A lot of people hire consultants. Well, if the consultant’s so smart, why aren’t they rich?

Very entertaining.

For Whom the Horn Honks

No biker is privileged,
Exempt from the law.
Each is a piece of the city,
A part of the main.
If a car runs a stop sign,
The city is the less.
As well as if a biker ran it.
As well as if a bike club of thine own
Or if a friend’s recumbent did.
Each traffic infraction infuriates me,
For I am involved in the city.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the horn honks,
It honks for thee.

Apologies to John Donne

Stuff and stuff