Ooh! Another rainbow post! First one of the year.
–Simon
My Decade [Nostalgia (Part 3)]
This post is, indirectly, the intended part 3 of the time period nostalgia review started here. It began under more positive times.
It was supposed to be my decade, in the idolized retro 1950’s way. I had finally achieved a rather decent salary, in fact putting me in the top 17% of Americans–not bad for an Ohio resident/History major. I have my house. I have my family. I have my car. I have my gardens. Possessions might not define the man, but they remain an integral variable in the equation of life’s material existence.
Yet the victory is bittersweet. Not all are so fortunate, and it dampers the elation to see so many of my contemporaries struggling.
Business closures will reduce consumer choice and consolidate markets. Schooling taught from home will hold a generation’s academics behind. Record unemployment will again permanently damage the lifelong earning potential for those impacted. Collapsing equity values will damage retirements.
It was not the hopeful predictions I had planned to write for this installment.
–Simon
Product Owner
I was promoted at work. Well, reallocated is a better word, but I still received a pay grade increase in the process, so it’s a promotion.
AVP, Digital Product Owner.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrum_(software_development)#Product_owner
Considering the times, I’m very fortunate indeed.
–Simon
Garbage Pile
I have a backlog of stuff that I’ve failed to post due to life’s distractions. So here’s a summary of what I’ve been up to:
1. Quarantine Breakfast
I’ve begun a Sunday ritual where I make a more time-consuming brunch. This family is not one to rise early of our own accord, so weekday breakfasts are often skipped or consist of premade options. And since Saturdays are packed with accomplishing chores, there should be at least a few relaxing hours once a week.
2. Home School
The kid’s had to adapt to completing her schoolwork remotely. Her focus, however, is still that of an 8-year old’s. I’ve taken to creating a temporary workstation for her in the basement so I can keep an eye on her, but the visual scene is rather spartan and sad. Do what works I suppose.
3. Garden Trellis
Each year I make a stronger tomato trellis, and each year it collapses by the end of the season. This year I decided to build an ultimate trellis, of treated lumber, 3 inch deck screws, and 2-foot deep settings. It won’t fall down this year, dammit!
4. Victory Garden Planted
The victory garden from earlier this month got planted for the first time. It’ll be a squash garden with some sunflowers.
–Simon
Rainbow Six
I’ve always been a fan of the Rainbow Six franchise, mostly because it’s an unforgiving tactical shooter, and rather unique as a result. The player can’t absorb bullets, gasp for a bit, and then recover like so many other shooters. Instead, body armor may provide some buffer (in which case there is some pained gasping), but it’s not a guarantee, and errant rounds to the head are always instantly fatal. Perfect planning is no guarantee in the face of random chance, and failures can even be quite humorous.
But the stories were iffy and unremarkable–and my presumed explanation was that they were an afterthought. I bought the book for a few reasons: 1) Plain curiosity, 2) It had been recommended to me years ago, 3) I had never read a Tom Clancy book before, 4) It would be a completely new genre of reading for me.
The book arrived from Amazon with the unsurprising promo for being a Jack Ryan novel–amusing, since the book never mentioned the character that I recall. But I once bought a recent edition of Asimov’s I, Robot and its cover showed Will Smith with the line “One man saw it coming”–the movie adaptation of which had absolutely no similarity to the novel, so apparently media marketing simply just isn’t concerned with trivialities such as basic relevance. But that wasn’t why I bought either book anyway.
[SPOILERS]
Taking into account the view of terrorism in the 90s, the book begins with a failed airplane hijacking, also serving to provide the exciting hook prologue that so many lengthy novels have, and to set the theme: an international anti-terrorism death squad with multi-national sanctions is born (Rainbow). It has the classic array of black ops obfuscation: hidden funding, highest-level executive support, clandestine to all outside a circle of “need-to-knows”; that sort of thing.
Oh, and it’s naturally comprised of the best of the best. Clancy takes many literary asides to point this out. They are as conditioned as any of the best athletes in the world, extremely experienced, and with no short mention of how many degrees the group possesses. I knew what I was getting into, but it’s the sort of painful eye-rolling right wing propaganda that politicians and recruiters would like us to believe is the standard for any career soldier.
So who, naturally, should turn out to be their ultimate nemesis? Why, environmental terrorists of course–the very embodiment of left-wing extremism, especially in the 90s. Jokes are made about El Niño and the ozone layer, precursor evidence to what we now refer to ubiquitously as climate change. But oh how it was viewed as such nonsense back then! Mere consequences of progress, and a couple degrees of average temperature increase surely didn’t mean anything significant. Oh, and of course the environmentalists are arrogant and unlikable.
Ultimately the environmentalists’ Armageddon plans fail and they flee to Brazil, because you know–rainforests. Ah the holy grail for tree-huggers. Rainbow calls in favors to all manner of intelligence and military personnel, because we know how well they always cooperate, and illegally pursues them (Brazil is not one of the Rainbow-sanctioning countries).
Using fancy tech, Rainbow murders many of them before coercing a surrender, detonates the base of operations, and leaves them stranded in the jungle (can’t extradite during an illegal raid of course). I guess that’s supposed to be poetic justice, but to a rational non far-right citizen, I found it somewhat disconcerting to hear the justification for a police state acting with impunity. (They also strip them naked first. Why do military personnel always use sexual humiliation?) The argument, no doubt, is that some threats supersede our normal judicial processes and need to be countered head-on without the hindrance of red tape, and that most people won’t understand or agree with this need (because they’re not as smart, remember?), and so need to be kept in the dark.
In summary, the story was less than compelling, but the battle scenes were fun. So essentially, the video games are exactly like the original novel.
At least they kept the theme consistent?
–Simon