Charts and Graphs I

So about two weeks ago, John Ekdahl was discussing the ways in which the media ignores stories (that night, it was the latest set of protests for May Day in Seattle) while ignoring some of the most obvious items in those stories. So I told John I’d send him a chart. And so I did:


And the next day, it went viral:


Hat tips to Michelle Malkin, Ace, even Glenn Reynolds for linking it. Heck, the fine folks at Twitchy even labelled it “Flowchart of the Year”.
20130518-002506.jpg Talk about blowing up a little blogger’s ego.

Anyway, in the two weeks that have followed, we’ve seen more of the same, some of which couldn’t be hidden from the public. The IRS. The Benghazi hearings. And more. It has begged for another more generic chart looking at information and The Narrative.


Now, this isn’t to suggest that this is a “one size fits all” for all journalists in all situations. I’ve been interviewed by journalists, and count some as friends (both in social media and in real life). Nonetheless, when it comes to issues of The Narrative, of the effort to centrally message in spite of contradictory evidence, I think that this one’s applicable. It was being finalized when the AP story broke. That caused the last question to be added.

Now, is that all? No. I love making charts and graphs. And so this will serve as the start of a new feature here at BB. I hope you enjoy it.



Apologies in advance: this is a bit of a stream of consciousness.

Tonight was our school’s annual Christmas show. Usually a festive time. Tonight, pensive, though. Beforehand, waiting with oldest in the lobby to be gathered in with his classmates, I noticed lots of parents. Lots of protective parents, watching over their kids, much more so than usual.

Lots and lots of protective parents.

Then, inside, talking with other parents before the show started (and with a noticeable absence of kids) we discussed today’s senseless set of events in Newtown, CT, that led to twenty children, mostly kindergarteners, being shot dead in their classroom.

Before the kids came in, the principal and the pastor both had words on the day’s events, prayers of comfort for those who lost so much.

The kids sang Silent Night. Doubt there was a dry eye in the house at that point.

Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, and, of late, the Star Trek reboot are my favorite Trek stories, because they discuss Kirk’s defeat of the infamous Kobayashi Maru test. It is a test you’re supposed to fail, that’s really designed more to see how you cope with defeat, with failure, with death.

I despise death.

I’ve experienced it too much in my life. Grandparents. Parents. Two daughters. Each time, you go searching for information that might change the outcome. You put in amazing hours of thought trying to solve an unsolvable problem.

In the end, we are left without answers. And we always want them. We want to know where we went wrong. Then, with those who passed from old age, or a mysterious infection, or an allergic reaction, or from heartbreak; today, we want to know what could’ve been done to change this outcome.

But we don’t get that. Just God does. And that makes a lot of us hate Him.

We want to eat of the fruit of the tree of knowledge. What we heard about two weeks ago, at the start of Advent. So we can know, so we can be more like God.

But we don’t get to anymore. Because what we found when we did eat of that tree was that we noticed our imperfection. And for that we received our mortality.

So I have no answers. I have no reasons. I just have what I can see, and feel, and believe in. And if that’s enough for me, then that should be a good day.

But it isn’t. My heart aches for those parents. My prayers are with them. After seeing the news today, I went to lunch. It took a lot for me to not order a stiff drink. Or six.

The show was great. I’ll watch what I taped again tomorrow. Tonight though I must rest. And pray. Constant prayer.