More Bad News about Dru

Evidence of Alfonso Rodriguez’ involvement in the Dru Sjodin case has, unfortunately, taken a grim turn:

Bloodstains matching Dru Sjodin’s blood type were found in the car of Alfonso Rodriguez Jr., the repeat sex offender charged with abducting her outside a Grand Forks mall, sources close to the investigation said Thursday.
That evidence is perhaps the most revealing detail in the case that North Dakota authorities are building against the 50-year-old Rodriguez, who has been charged with kidnapping in the University of North Dakota student’s disappearance two weeks ago. Detectives have remained tight-lipped about their investigation, even having many of the facts in court records sealed from public view.

A blood type match is not the same as a DNA analysis; that will take much longer to determine. However, this explains why the police were eager to arrest Rodriguez.

I Am Angry

I look at my beautiful 18-month-old granddaughter, who has so much spirit and joy at life, and I am saddened to think that soon, I will have to say to her, Sweetheart, let me explain something to you. You are developing into God’s most beautiful creation: a young woman. That means you will need to live the rest of your life in fear. Stop smiling, honey. Don’t make eye contact with anyone. Stop walking through parks and admiring the flowers and the trees, or someone will grab you by your beautiful strawberry-blonde hair and do things to you that are unspeakable. And if you’re lucky enough to survive, we’ll all tell you what you did wrong to deserve it.

I’m not just angry; I am furious, disgusted, outraged, and most of all, saddened.
For the many people who are following the Dru Sjodin case, the more we find out about the suspect at the center of this controversy, the worse it gets. Today, in the Star Tribune, we get this lovely look back at Alfonso Rodriguez’ early career:

Alfonso Rodriguez Jr. got in and Iverson drove away. What happened next on that October 1974 day in Crookston was Rodriguez’s first of several known attacks on women, according to court documents that lay out his history of abuse, sexual assaults and rapes committed between stays in prison. …
Records on file in Polk County show that Rodriguez ordered Iverson to drive, then turned off the car when they stopped at a driveway. He grabbed her by the neck and forced her back into the car when she tried to escape. He demanded sex. She refused but submitted to sexual contact.
He later confessed to attempted aggravated rape and was released on $1,500 bail. He raped his second victim one month later.

In 1974, you have a man who sexually assaults a young woman, gets released on bail that amounts to less than the price of a VW at the time, and then rapes another young woman while out on bail. And yet he was out of prison after those two violent crimes in time to sexually assault and attempt to kidnap a Crookston woman in 1980.
What the hell was wrong with us that we would ever let this man out of prison? Three times he had sexually assaulted women, twice by kidnaping or attempting to kidnap them, and those are just the ones we know about. When he got released after 23 years in prison, the last 18 refusing psychiatric care, the Level 3 sex offender scored astronomically high on a pre-release evaluation (indicating a >80% chance of reoffending), and the state decided not to seek a civil commitment based on his age and his lack of “acting out sexually”, even though one could presume that he had little opportunity to kidnap young women while in prison.
Today I had a conversation with an employee of mine who was attacked and strangled in her apartment by a deranged neighbor a couple of months ago, only alive today because her boyfriend came home and knocked the assailant out with a baseball bat. His court date is coming up next week, and I asked her how she was doing. She said that she was nervous about facing him in court again, and she told me that the DA informed her that this defendant had been a known Level 2 sex offender at the time of the assault.
On Tuesday night, I listened to NPR on my way home from an Irish-language conversation group and the topic of the day was sexual assaults and the release of sex offenders. As I predicted earlier this week, one of the featured guests went on for quite a while about what women should do to minimize their risk of being assaulted; the second part of the show was taken up with a few released sex offenders calling in and discussing the difficulties of being released. One of the complaints (from another Level 2 offender, and echoed by the moderator of the discussion) was that the state wasn’t paying enough money for post-release counseling.
So let me get this straight. If women get assaulted, it’s because they weren’t being careful enough. And if sex offenders reoffend, it’s because we don’t give them enough money and resources.
I have a better idea of what’s causing sexual assaults and released offenders to be recidivist: sex offenders!
My employee should be able to have dinner in her apartment without a known Level 2 sex offender breaking in and strangling her. Dru Sjodin should be able to walk outside, talking on her cell phone, without being abducted and probably worse. Women should not have to feel like assaults are their own fault for not living their lives frightened enough, and we sure as hell don’t need to be told that they’re our fault for not providing enough counseling for the poor dears who commit these crimes. They know they have a problem — why aren’t they getting their own damn counseling?
I look at my beautiful 18-month-old granddaughter, who has so much spirit and joy at life, and I am saddened to think that soon, I will have to say to her, Sweetheart, let me explain something to you. You are developing into God’s most beautiful creation: a young woman. That means you will need to live the rest of your life in fear. Stop smiling, honey. Don’t make eye contact with anyone. Stop walking through parks and admiring the flowers and the trees, or someone will grab you by your beautiful strawberry-blonde hair and do things to you that are unspeakable. And if you’re lucky enough to survive, we’ll all tell you what you did wrong to deserve it.
Or, perhaps, we will start acting to protect ourselves and lock up these sexual predators for life, before they kill another Dru Sjodin. Before they come after your daughters. Before they destroy my granddaughter.
A note, somewhat off-topic: Deacon at Power Line is taking a few days off, but he mentions that he sometimes listens to NPR just to see how long he can stand it. I wonder if he was listening to this exchange Tuesday night and if he lasted any longer than I did. I think I made it about 15 minutes before I finally switched to WMNN.
UPDATE: I’m linking back to Venomous Kate’s generous offer to allow some of us to ride the tail end of an Instalanche. That’s one thing about being angry; you want a lot of people to know about it. But while you’re at Electric Venom (if you haven’t been there before), make sure to take a long look around — it’s a great site. I don’t link to it often enough.

Lileks Wonders About Dean

Okay, okay, I know that James Lileks isn’t taking December off, no matter how much I libel him in verse. He doesn’t have to keep proving it with excellent essays like this one on Howard Dean:

So it was an interesting moment on MSNBC’s “Hardball” when Chris Matthews asked Gov. Dean whether Osama bin Laden should be tried in the United States or by the World Court. For a presidential candidate, this is not a difficult question. It requires no long cogitation, no disquisitions about the role of international law from the Wilsonian perspective. It doesn’t require any second-guessing. You say that bin Laden attacked America, and he deserves to be tried there by Americans.
That’s what you say if you want to be president of the United States, anyway.

But as we all know, that’s not what Governor Dean said, in his interview that included his contention that he would smash corporations that are doing no wrong and that a decade-dead political entity (The Soviet Union) is alive and well outside of the Politburo Diktat. Dean asserted — twice — that it made no material difference to Dean whether a captured bin Laden would be tried in America or in a world court, which Lileks points out is chaired by China.
In other words, union-supported Howard Dean doesn’t want America to outsource customer-service jobs to India, but he has no problem outsourcing our justice jobs to China. Riiiiiiiight.
Lileks wonders what has become of the Democratic party when these responses seem mainstream:

What prompted this opinion? It’s one thing to say that terrorists should be hunted down and cuffed, read their Miranda rights and put on trial — as opposed to, say, having gigantic mountain-shearing bombs dropped on their mountainous headquarters. It’s another thing to say that the World Court should have jurisdiction over the crimes of Sept. 11. And it’s another thing entirely to say that it’s six of one, half-dozen of the other.
Has ritual deferment to all manifestations of the “international community” become a requirement for a Democrat nowadays?

No, James, it’s not merely a requirement; it’s a tenet of faith, a dogma that must never be questioned. Thanks for a great column. (via Hugh Hewitt)

Fraters Libertas Weighs In on the “Liberal Radio Network”

Now that the Al Gore/Al Franken Liberal Radio Network has new investors with some experience in the entertainment world, the buzz has increased on a possible launch, including the news that the consortium may purchase five radio stations for their programming. The guys over at Fraters Libertas do an excellent job of deconstructing the various reports, referencing a Byron York column at NRO, but applying some local knowledge of the people involved:

Liberal radio hasn’t been entertaining for a non partisan audience. But it’s hard to appreciate Walsh’s insight through his condescension. Notice how he’s subtly blaming the listeners for not appreciating the substance of the “progressive side,” because it has an “air of education to it.” And in their minds that doesn’t work with the talk radio crowd. (Which is why all I want for Christmas is a drool cup, for when I’m listening to the education-free mumblings of Prager, Medved, Hewitt, et al.).
It’s this very contempt for the audience that threatens to doom their efforts to nothing more than an NPR sized niche audience.

Read through the entire piece; it’s both enlightening and entertaining. Of course, having endorsed the guys at FL, I suspect that Hugh may make that mysterious third task much more difficult now …

We’re So Desperate We Make Stuff Up

Mike Allen at the Washington Post wrote an article questioning Bush’s integrity, but wound up damaging his own (via Instapundit):

In the most widely published image from his Thanksgiving day trip to Baghdad, the beaming president is wearing an Army workout jacket and surrounded by soldiers as he cradles a huge platter laden with a golden-brown turkey. … But as a small sign of the many ways the White House maximized the impact of the 21/2-hour stop at the Baghdad airport, administration officials said yesterday that Bush picked up a decoration, not a serving plate.

Some of the reporters left behind at Crawford Middle School, where they work when Bush is staying at his Texas ranch, felt they had been deceived by White House accounts of what Bush would be doing on Thanksgiving. Correspondent Mark Knoller said Sunday on “CBS Evening News” that the misleading information and deception were understandable, but that he had been “filing radio reports that amounted to fiction.”

Yes, boo hoo, we’ve already heard about how reporters are so hurt that they weren’t included in a top-secret mission. But what about that turkey (not Mark Knoller, but the actual turkey)? The obvious implication from this story is that Bush didn’t serve any food to the troops, and all he did was hold the bird for a few seconds to get the photo op, right?


Uh, yeah, Mike. Thanks for playing, and Vanna has some lovely parting gifts for you as you leave.
UPDATE: Dean Esmay has a similar post up, with lots of funny comments. Read them — they’re pretty entertaining! Also, I’m pinging this back to Electric Venom’s LotD for P — Post Pops Off, Proves Paper’s Prejudice!

Gephardt Campaign Gets A Little Desperate

I’ve heard of playing hardball, but Gephardt’s staff seems to be trying to win an award for it:

A top aide to Rep. Richard A. Gephardt of Missouri threatened political retaliation this week against union leaders in the home state of the Democratic presidential candidate if they aided Howard Dean, underscoring growing tensions in the 2004 race.

It’s assumed that those groups who back the losing horse will lose some clout with the eventual winner; that much is true in any election, primary or general, presidential or local alderman race. Explicitly stating it is considered poor form. In this case, though, Gephardt’s staff went even further, threatening to take specific legislative action to punish those who stray from the flock:

The letter said [Joyce] Aboussie also told the local union officials not to campaign for Dean in Missouri, which holds its primary on Feb. 3 and which Gephardt, as native son, is expected to win.
If the union leaders ignored the threat, the letter went on, Aboussie said she would gather signatures from state lawmakers seeking repeal of a collective bargaining right won 2 1/2 years ago by state employees.

Joyce Aboussie is Gephardt’s national campaign vice chair, not just some precinct worker or even state-level functionary in his campaign. She explicitly told the unions that if they failed to support Gephardt over Dean, Gephardt would seek to roll back union protections. Whether or not that’s a good idea, it’s very disturbing that such a threat was made — it certainly sounds like extortion to me.
Worse yet, it shows exactly how Democrats approach unions: by pandering and bribery. If Aboussie, at least, was a true believer in unions, such legislation would be anathema to her. One would assume that Aboussie closely reflects Gephardt’s political views, or else she would not be his national campaign vice chair. Interestingly, Gephardt is reacting very reluctantly to this attempt at extortion:

Gephardt, who is running for president as a champion of organized labor, sought Wednesday to distance himself from the incident. Without denying that it occurred, aides to Gephardt said he did not condone the comments made by Joyce Aboussie, his national campaign vice chair, at a Monday meeting in St. Louis. The aides also said he was not aware of her statements until after the fact.
“The meeting was not authorized by Congressman Gephardt,” said Kim Molstre, a campaign spokeswoman in Washington. “Joyce was not acting as a representative for him. He knew nothing about it.”

Excuse me, but this simple, unadulterated crap. While this may not have been his idea or have been “authorized” by Gephardt, the obvious fact is that Aboussie does act as a representative for Gephardt in this campaign. That’s the definition of a national campaign vice chair! Whether he knew about it before the meeting or not, he knows about it now; apparently he’s not prepared to take action about it. The man who has always described himself as a champion of unionism is standing by a key aide who felt comfortable threatening legislative action to make unions unavilable to a large number of Missouri citizens.
Quite frankly, Dean’s going to crucify him for this and deservedly so, unless he quickly fires Aboussie. In this case, the unions are right and they’re trying to warn Gephardt of his own folly. Nixon stayed loyal to aides too long, and while this isn’t Watergate, I’d say there’s an argument that laws may have been broken here, and the more he sticks with Aboussie, that taint will stick with him.
UPDATE: I asked Eugene Volokh via e-mail if this constituted an extortion attempt in a criminal sense, and he was kind enough to respond that he wasn’t sure, but he shared my misgivings. Check out the Volokh Conspiracy to see if he weighs in on the topic later on.
UPDATE 2: The Sophorist, who blogs from Missouri, also posted on this topic. One of his readers recommended this article for more background on Joyce Aboussie, and it is a fascinating, if lengthy, read.

New Diabetic Testing Technology Eliminates Blood Draws

This is outstanding news — a new diabetes meter will be introduced in January which will eliminate the need for finger sticks and test strips, eliminated a major quality-of-life issue for diabetics. My wife, who has been diabetic for 40 years, told me about this a few minutes ago, and I found this incomplete site on the Internet:

The first TRULY Non-invasive Glucose Monitor.
* Pain Free
* Blood Free
* Strip Free
Easy to use, SugarTrac IX3000 is a glucose monitoring system that, with no discomfort and no sensation, uses light waves to measure glucose levels.
A one step process involves using a small, lightweight earpiece attached by a cord to a monitor. When the earpiece is simply placed on the earlobe, and the “TEST” button is pushed, the monitor screen displays the glucose result in 30 seconds or less… without blood or fluid of any kind.

Here’s a picture of the meter:

Note that all links on this site are non-functional; the site will be made operational in January. However, the Fall 2003 edition of The Voice of the Diabetic, which my wife gets on tape, has this to say about the new meter:

In FDA Phase III clinicals, the device appeared acceptably accurate: 88 percent of standard (80 percent is required minimum accuracy), and the prototype has held up well in a hospital environment. … Big news: LifeTrac intends to include speech capability in this meter. A company representative said the speech chip had already been chosen, and would be present in version 2 of the SugarTrac — which would appear three to six months after the initial production. This machine will talk, they promise.

The speech function is very, very welcome (my wife is blind). Most meter manufacturers don’t integrate voice capabilities into their meters; they rely on third-party technology to allow blind diabetics to self-test. This gets pretty expensive for everyone and never works very well. The First Mate’s current meter system often has timing problems between the meter and the voice module. Beyond that, the issue of getting the blood properly on the strip will be eliminated by this system, which is another chronic issue for blind diabetics. Also, no more messy used blood strips to get all over the place!
Very exciting! We’ll be looking for the meter next month, and we’ll get the voice one later on and use the first as the “traveling” meter. (We do the same thing now.) I’ll post later on as more news comes in.

And The Winner Is … Me?

Hey, I won a contest! The Sophorist announced a little while ago that I won his latest photo-caption contest. Yay!! You can see the photo here, and the winning caption was:
“I’m NOT doing a Ross Perot imitation, dammit! You and you — boost me up!”
The Sophorist was even kind enough to link back to my “epic” poem; aficianados of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series may detect a strong resemblance to Vogon poetry here …

That Valerie Plame — She Sure Knows How to Stay Concealed

This has been going around the blogosphere all day, but I figured I’d throw in my two cents, and then post a few links to other reactions. Here, from the original Washington Post story by Howard Kurtz, is the covert agent’s current top-secret project:

Former ambassador Joseph Wilson has been quite protective of his wife, Valerie Plame, in the weeks since her cover as a CIA operative was blown.
“My wife has made it very clear that — she has authorized me to say this — she would rather chop off her right arm than say anything to the press and she will not allow herself to be photographed,” he declared in October on “Meet the Press.”

Here’s the woman who will not allow herself to be photographed in the Vanity Fair issue that went on sale today:

It’s not that Plame has dropped out of sight. In October, as Vanity Fair notes, she was at the National Press Club — wearing a “sharp cream pantsuit” — while her husband received a truth-telling award. Wilson wept from the podium, saying, “If I could give you back your anonymity . . .” and then introduced Plame, who also teared up.
Plame also mingled unobtrusively last month at a party at the home of The Washington Post’s Ben Bradlee and Sally Quinn. But there has been an invisible bubble around her as reporters have respected the desire of “Jane Bond,” as Wilson calls her, to remain in the Washington shadows.

Well, Lord knows, this is how covert operatives around the world keep their secret identities hidden — by giving media interviews, attending parties at the home of one of the country’s most influential journalists, and having splashy pictorials, Jackie-O style, in widely-read magazines. James Bond kept a lower profile than this, for Pete’s sake. You can’t tell me that the CIA would approve a splashy pictorial on one of its agents if they really were active and covert, as Wilson and Plame claim, despite Wilson’s assertion that

“The pictures should not be able to identify her, or are not supposed to,” Wilson said yesterday. “She’s still not going to answer any questions and there will not be any pictures that compromise her.” The reason, said Wilson, is that “she’s still employed” by the CIA “and has obligations to her employer.”

Nor is anyone else really buying Wilson’s story any more. Slate’s Timothy Noah took a week off from his weekly scheduled Bush-bashing to say this:

Chatterbox spares Plame Whopper status, possibly on grounds of misplaced gallantry. But Plame’s extended striptease, enthusiastically barked by her husband, now has Chatterbox wondering how much of Wilson’s story to believe. (It also has Chatterbox wondering when the couple will start renting themselves out for birthday parties.) Regardless of the merits, this photograph will surely give the Bush Justice Department whatever slim justification it seeks in dropping its Plamegate investigation.

Roger Simon wants a question answered now (via Instapundit):

Now that Instapundit and others have outed John C. Wilson and his spouse Valerie Plame as the media whores they are, posing in Vanity Fair of all places, we are back to square one with the real questions of this putative scandal…
Who sent John C. Wilson to Niger in the first place and why did he or she or they do it? Wilson, obviously, is no George Smiley–he’s more of a “Smiley George.” (The ex-ambassador himself admitted he was just going there to “drink tea” with various leaders to find out if they were selling “yellowcake” to Iraq… as if!)

Check out some of the comments on Roger’s post, too; Glenn Reynolds notes that some fanatical Wilson supporters seem to be calling Roger a “chickendiplomat”. It’s odd that they consider a man who holds press conferences with a noose for a necktie and who shops his “covert” wife around for Vanity Fair pictorials to be more credible than British intelligence, but that’s the lunacy of the Bush haters these days.
Jon at QandO gets the last word with this:

Do you get the impression that Wilson isn’t really all that concerned about anonymity? Or that he’s writing a book? You’d be right about the latter. And the former seems pretty obvious. That’s not to say that something illegal/unethical didn’t occur in outting Plame….but Wilson and Plame are acting a lot more like lottery winners than outted spies.