But people throwing around incredibly loaded terms like “police state” and “fascism” is ridiculous given that the actions shown in the video are clearly not part of TSA official regulations, an argument that’s made clear in the post itself. Let’s be real here.
While I lived under Communism in Yugoslavia, things happened that made classification of my country as a “police state” pretty reasonable. I lived in a police state, in essence, and few people would have privately disagreed.
Many of ‘police state’ activities I knew from Yugoslvia did not happen in America, back when I moved here, circa 1995. But now, nearly all of those things do happen in America. This TSA nonsense, a legislator ‘arresting’ a reporter for asking inconvenient questions, endless detention of political prisoners without trials or most basic rights, and so on. These sorts of events are increasingly brazen and regular, too, I am sad to say. Many are numb to them
During my life under a police state, nothing bad ever happened to me, personally. Yet, I still had an awareness of the real state of things. I know that many people can’t acknowledge this about the USA. They’re used to living in a land they have always considered free - if not the most free country in the world, and they just can’t accept how things are fundamentally changing.
Vigilante persecution for lawful possession of breast milk. Think about it. And there are actually people here who feel comfortable not condemning it, or not even laughing about the absurdity of it all. It’s astonishing how quickly people turn into sheep.
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, October [3], a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.
— A. Bartlett Giamatti, from “The Green Fields of the Mind”
I’m firmly on the cyclists’ side of the cars v. bikes debate, but, as Kottke said, “if this was a manifesto, I’d sign it.” It’s not hard to obey traffic laws on a bike. Doing otherwise makes streets less safe for pedestrians, and bolsters the anti-cyclist argument. (The article is loaded with geographical references to New York, but it applies to many american cities.)
This is more or less the branching model I use in my Git workflow (minus his release branch). I might adopt nvie’s git-flow tools for the next project.
![It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, October [3], a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.
— A. Bartlett Giamatti, from “The Green Fields of the Mind”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9sm0oRlP51qaabwyo1_500.jpg "It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, October [3], a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.
— A. Bartlett Giamatti, from “The Green Fields of the Mind”")
