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Wednesday, February 11, 2004

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Powell Defends Decision To Go To War, Despite Any Apparent Rationale.

 

“It just felt good,” he testifies.

 

 

 

 


9:05:23 PM    comment []

Steve Raker will occasionally send something that can’t wait until the next Virtual Occoquan <plug plug>. This “God is my co-pilot” testimonial is an example:

 

-----Original Message-----
From: Steve Raker
Sent: Wednesday, February 11, 2004 8:26 PM
To: Undisclosed-Recipient
Subject: Shit Gettin' Outta Hand

   What I think of the action described below I've said in the subject line.  Please pay a pinch of extra attention to the part where the pilot thought that God had a hand in fixing "a minor problem with the braking system".  The pilot saw God's hand when the problem "disappeared".  I kinda hope the mechanics are not quite so devout.  ...."So, Joe, an airline jet mechanic, wow.  That must be demanding work."  "You'd think so yeah, but really not so much.  God takes care of a lot of it."

 

Steve

 

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God and the American Airlines pilot
In an exclusive interview with Advocate.com, Capt. Roger Findiesen explains how God told him to preach to his passengers about Christianity on a Friday morning flight from Los Angeles to New York on February 6. 

An Advocate.com exclusive posted February 10, 2004 

"If you have five minutes, I'll tell you why I did it," American Airlines captain Roger Findiesen told Advocate.com as Flight 34 had all but emptied out after its arrival at New York's JFK Airport, on Friday, February 6. "I felt that God was telling me to say something [to the passengers]."

Findiesen is the pilot about whom CNN and other media have been reporting since Saturday; even The New York Times ran a story about how an American Airlines pilot, using the P.A. system before takeoff from Los Angeles International Airport on Friday morning, requested that Christians on his flight identify themselves.

As the plane sat immobile, waiting for its slot to take off, Findiesen asked Christian passengers to raise their hands and said that "everyone else on board" might want to "make good use" of the flight. The implication was that non-Christians should learn about the Christian faith from the passengers who had raised their hands.

Passenger Amanda Nelligan told WCBS-TV of New York that the pilot called non-Christians "crazy" and that his comments "felt like a threat," although other passengers remember the word "crazy" having been playfully applied to the Christians on board. Nelligan said she and several others aboard were so worried they tried to call relatives on their cell phones before flight attendants assured them they were safe and that people on the ground had been notified about the pilot's comments.

Findiesen's identity has been shielded by American Airlines, but the pilot spoke candidly to The Advocate and Advocate.com editor in chief Bruce C. Steele, who identified himself to the captain at the end of the flight. Findiesen then confirmed to Steele his identity, the spelling of his name, and that his home base is Washington, D.C. At no time did Findiesen mention homosexuality or say anything antigay. During the three- to five-minute interview, he was positive and upbeat and interested only in explaining the importance of witnessing about his faith.

What Findiesen said, as best the stunned passengers could recall once they were able to move about the cabin and confer after Flight 34 took off, was this: "I just got back from a mission," Findiesen said after making a routine announcement about the plane being second in line for takeoff. "You know, they say about half of Americans are Christians. I'd just like the Christians on board to raise their hands."

In the suddenly hushed coach section of the airplane, a few nervous passengers raised one hand, most no higher than shoulder level, none above tops of the seats.

"I want everyone else on board to look around at how crazy these people are," the pilot continued, with an intonation suggesting he was using the word "crazy" in a positive, even admiring manner. Evidently addressing the non-Christian passengers, he concluded that they could "make good use of [the flight], or you can read your paper and watch the movie."

The movie on the flight was Under the Tuscan Sun, with Diane Lane and Sandra Oh as Lane's lesbian best friend.

Findiesen did not directly ask Christians to witness, nor did he explicitly ask non-Christians to talk to the people he imagined were raising their hands, but the implication that he hoped such interactions would take place was clear, and he confirmed his desire to foster religious discussion in his interview with Advocate.com.

"I just wanted to give Christians a chance to talk about why they're Christians," he said, standing in the forward galley at the end of the flight as the final passengers departed. "I obviously couldn't go back there and address everyone directly, so I used the P.A.

"I just got back from a mission in Costa Rica," said Findiesen, a tall white man with neatly trimmed thick white hair and a mustache, both lightly peppered with black. "I felt that God was telling me to say something." He went on to explain that he felt God wanted him to witness to the passengers on his first flight upon returning to work for American Airlines after his mission. Despite this feeling, he said, he had decided not to say anything--but then he got another sign from God.

A minor problem with the plane's braking system had developed during final checks before takeoff, he said, a problem that might have grounded the aircraft, on which every seat was taken, in part because another American flight from Los Angeles to New York had been canceled that morning. But after a simple maneuver involving a power source, the braking problem inexplicably "disappeared," Findiesen said, and the plane was cleared for departure, and that's when he knew he had to use the P.A. system to talk about his Christian faith.

Flight attendants were inundated with questions and complaints, and the pilot came back on to the P.A. system a couple of hours into the flight to apologize: Not to the paying passengers, but to the flight attendants. "I'd just like to apologize to the flight attendants" for the remarks he had made before takeoff, he said over the P.A. He said he had heard the crew had "taken a little heat" for his witnessing and that he would be available at the end of the flight to answer any questions or hear any complaints himself.

He then apologized again to the flight attendants and ended his announcement.

Asked by Advocate.com whether he felt he should also have apologized to his passengers, Findiesen paused. "I felt bad for the flight attendants," he said. As for the passengers, he said that he felt making himself available to talk to them as they deplaned was sufficient.

Asked whether it was part of his job as an American Airlines pilot, trusted with the safety of hundreds of passengers, to witness about his faith from the cockpit, he said it was not. But, he asserted, "there's actually no regulation against doing what I did." He also reminded Steele that the plane was not moving at the time of his original announcement.

The case was handed over to the airline's personnel department for an investigation, American Airlines spokesman Tim Wagner said Sunday. "It falls along the lines of a personal level of sharing that may not be appropriate for one of our employees to do while on the job," he said.

Because of privacy issues, there would likely never be any announcement about what kind of punishment or reprimand the pilot may face, Wagner said.

While Findiesen repeated to Steele that he was sorry his fellow crew members had taken heat for his comments, he expressed no regret for having made them and no regret for not having apologized to the American Airlines customers he was serving on the flight. But, he added, "I won't do it again, if you want to make a big deal of it."


8:46:25 PM    comment []

Okay, now the Theocrats want to amend the Constitution so that marriage is rigidly defined as one dude and one dudess  living in the same house and doing <nudge-nudge> you-know-what (but we can’t really say) pretty much with each other exclusively.

 

Okay, conceded, it's only the Constitution.

 

Only about a million people have died to preserve its basic form for a century or two, but that was “before 9/11.” The Theocrats have already established that oral sex fits the definition of “high crimes and misdemeanors” which are Constitutional grounds for Presidential impeachment - so why not extend the territory, sorta like Manifest Destiny? But what can they do with the dictionary, which has these troubling post-secondary definitions of “marriage?”

 

3. A close union: “the most successful marriage of beauty and blood in mainstream comics” (Lloyd Rose). 4. Games The combination of the king and queen of the same suit, as in pinochle

 

And that’s just “marriage” by itself – check out these unholy unions of “marriage" with another word:

 

Boston Marriage: A long-term, intimate, sometimes discreetly sexual relationship between two women. ETYMOLOGY: Perhaps after the devoted women pairs from Boston depicted in The Bostonians by Henry James.

 

Plural Marriage:  see polygamy – (holy shit, Orrin! – the constituency’s been decimated!)

 

Mixed Marriage: Marriage between persons of different races or religions.

 

Companionate Marriage: A marriage in which the partners agree not to have children and may divorce by mutual consent, with neither partner responsible for the financial welfare of the other.

 

Civil Marriage: A marriage ceremony performed by a civil official.

 

Shotgun Marriage: A marriage that is forced or necessitated because of pregnancy. Also called shotgun wedding.

 

Open Marriage: A marriage in which the partners agree that each is free to engage in extramarital relationships.

 

White Marriage: A marriage without sexual relations.

 

Don't they realize how difficult it is to get words changed in the dictionary or The Bible?


7:46:31 PM    comment []

Some Personal Stuff ("A Cow Don't Make Ham")

 

Most importantly, I really miss Liz. I stopped by her apartment tonight to pick up her mail and just sat down there for a while. She’ll be back at the end of February. I am forgetting how to talk other than in a work-related environment and even that is becoming difficult. My cats hardly recognize my voice around home because being an otherwise sane person I don’t talk to my computer, the TV, or the nightly chilidogs.

 

Oh how I savor those! The only rule of my chilidog diet is that I can cook anything I think of, but my diet is to consist solely of breakfast in the morning and a chili dog at night. The rest I share. It’s working because I really love chilidogs. There are nine unique cans of chili sauce on my counter, each waiting to be opened and evaluated as their turn comes.

 

I may give them names like George I, James II, and maybe even Henry VIII – or better, descriptive names like “ George The Terrifier, Richard The Humpbacked Chili Sauce, or Frederick The Conqueror Capsaicin.” Each can yields sufficient chili for 3 chili dogs (two heaping tablespoons) and the nightly ritual begins around 7pm: A Nathan’s all-beef is immersed in simmering water and covered, the chili sauce is reduced slowly in simmering water, two thin slices of onion are finely chopped and packed into the crevice of a bun, which is closed and sealed – let those onions fume into the bun!

 

About an hour later, it’s time for assembly and ornamentation with French’s mustard. The completed chilidog is savored with great relish, but no pickle relish (maybe some grated cheddar). With minor deviations (I had bratwurst last night and snacked on homemade salsa (the recipe will be posted here and distributed at work – it is incredibly good)), this is what I’ve been doing for the last 6 weeks or so. The eternal chili was finished a week or so ago, so that’s why the canned stuff is being tested now. From peak weight at the beginning of the chilidog diet to low weight recorded yesterday, sixteen pounds have gone away. When six more go, I’ll start drinking beer again. I feel weak and stupid, foggy, bipolar, but mostly happy.

 

 

Some incredible stuff going on at work (victory, stress, failure, elation, distraction) - wish I could talk about it here in detail, wish Liz were here to discuss it within confidence. Twyla doesn’t seem to care (occasionally, even a sane person must talk to their pets just to practice speaking). On the bright side, while I’ve typed this, I’ve ripped about 10 Zappa CDs for The World’s First Complete Wireless Zappa Jukebox. With 40 CDs converted to MP3, I’m about halfway through the FZ oeuvre.

 

“Oh,” you might ask, but probably not (I can’t blame you if you don’t give a shit, after al, this is titled “Some Personal Stuff”), “With all that Zappa shit in your head and on your computer, what is your favorite Zappa composition?”

 

It would be Strictly Genteel. It first appeared in Zappa’s first movie, 200 Motels, sung by Theodore Bikel. Some hilarious lines, like:

 

Lord, have mercy on the people in England,

For the terrible food these people must eat.

 

Which open it. It has appeared on multiple Zappa CDs and compilations, with the unique conceptual continuity clue that it was the last track. Once, in 1998, when I was fortunate enough to have a brief conversation with Mike Keneally (stunt guitarist in Zappa’s last touring band in 1988), he asked me which was my favorite version. Then it was the LSO Orchestra version, but it has since changed. Now my favorite version is the one recorded live with the 1988 band on Make A Jazz Noise Here. That’s because of a casual mention Keneally made on alt.fan.frank-zappa about an unusual fill they used in this section near close:

 

Help the black man.

Help the poor man.

Help the milkman.

Help the door man.

Help the lonely, neglected old farts that I know.

 

As a joke, the band started singing (or at least thinking) "Batman!" instead of “black man” during rehearsals. Then they started playing the 1960s Batman theme right after. They dropped the “Batman” but kept the theme, a funny fact he shared. I listened to the track and didn’t hear it until about the 5th try – it was speeded up, 32nd notes instead of 8th notes like the original – a microburst, nearly subliminal!

 

So I asked him how they expected anyone to hear that. He said they didn’t, it was a band joke. But Frank heard it. He heard everything, he recorded everything, and if it was really good he made ‘em do it in the movie.

 


5:38:17 PM    comment []



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