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Colors could disappear from terror alert system
About frigging time.
The problem with the colour code system is the problem that a bunch of people pointed out back in 2002 when it first came along - it'll never go below yellow. There's ALWAYS a threat of terrorist attack, somewhere. According to the article, the system hasn't changed since 2006 - and so, as a warning system, it's now useless because nobody's paying attention to it anymore. We've come to accept 'yellow' as the new 'green'.
Quite frankly, even though I think the idea of a warning system is good (good communication is a key foundation to any sort of crisis management), the colour coded system was too simple, too easily manipulated for political gain, and too easily ignored, especially in the situation the United States has been facing since 2001.
If there's a real threat, publish an advisory for a region. That way, you're actually conveying useful information, while protecting yourself from charges of political manipulation. It's an old psychological lesson - nobody can remain at enhanced levels of readiness and alertness forever. Otherwise, stop crying wolf, because eventually, people stop listening... and then the real wolf comes. Tags: politics - u.s.
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Faith can be, and should be many things. Inspiration, courage, devotion, humility, piety and many others.
It can even be the basis of a legislative agenda, if you really want to dance with that particular devil.
But what it isn't, and should never be, is an excuse. In the end, you bear responsibility for your actions.
If you cause pain on others in the name of God, you're causing the pain.
You. Tags: religion
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Between Main Street and King Street in Hamilton, located along Dundurn St., is a shopping plaza that, for the longest time, had a single house on a small lot jutting into the parking lot.
I first moved into the area in 1998, and ever since then, I've always wondered about that house. I wondered who they were, and how they hung on to their home in the face of corporate development.
Now it's gone. Over the past couple of months, the windows were boarded up, then the protection fence went up, then the sign warning about rezoning and demolition went up, and then the house was destroyed, gone, in the space of days. Now, all that's left is some new concrete curb, a rapidly fading piece of asphalt, and the fading memory of somebody's home, which became a house, which became a parking lot and a fading memory.
I always meant to take a picture, because of just how weird the whole situation was... now, I'll never be able to. So I suppose the moral of the story is simple; do stuff while you can.
Updated: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) intenselaura found an article in the Spec: Sad legacy of a little house on Dundurn Tags: philosophy
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