Bad to Worse: Third Explosion at Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Plant UPDATE: Japanese Officials ‘Freaked Out’

OK, while I’m trying hard to avoid the Shep Smith Calamity-Disaster-Catastrophe School of Dramatic Sensationalism, the Chip Diller Remain-Calm-All-Is-Well Motif is also becoming increasingly non-operational:

Japan faced the likelihood of a catastrophic nuclear accident Tuesday morning, as an explosion at the most crippled of three reactors at the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Station damaged its crucial steel containment structure, emergency workers were withdrawn from the plant, and a fire at a fourth reactor spewed large amounts of radioactive material into the air, according to official statements and industry executives informed about the developments.

(Via Memeorandum.) As Ace said in declaring an early open thread: “I’m not lovin’ the news today.” Let’s stipulate that situations like this generally come in two types:

Type A. Disaster strikes, things seem very bad at first; some people panic, invoking worst-case scenarios; however, once the initial scare is over, things don’t turn out nearly so bad as first feared.
Type B. Disaster strikes, and most people don’t really grasp how bad the potential outcome could be; however, events steadily shift toward a worst-case scenario that few people originally imagined.

This one is definitely beginning to look a lot more like Type B.

UPDATE: “Tens of thousands” have already been evacuated from a zone with a 20-kilometer radius of the plant. Officials are telling people within 30 kilometers to stay indoors to avoid radiation exposure. Meanwhile, note the highly technical language in this ABC News story:

The explosion at unit 2 and the fire at unit 4 of the plant, where units 1 and 3 also have exploded since the powerful earthquake and tsunami hit Japan on Friday, have Japanese officials “freaked out,” a senior U.S. official said.

So, we have explosions at units 1, 2, and 3, plus a fire at unit 4. While many of the safety issues surrounding nuclear power are difficult for layment to comprehend, you don’t have to be a senior U.S. official to understand what “freaked out” means.

More details from the Wall Street  Journal:

Japan’s nuclear crisis showed signs of spinning out of control Tuesday, after officials reported a third explosion and warned of possible damage to a critical part of the cooling system at the troubled Fukushima Daiichi nuclear-power complex. . . .
Even before the reported explosion, officials were becoming increasingly worried about No. 2 reactor, due to a problem in the cooling system that hasn’t occurred in the others. Now all three appear to be experiencing a degree of melting of the fuel rods in their cores—a condition that, if it worsens, could lead to dangerous radiation leaks.
In a surprise turn of events, Monday saw a sharp deterioration in the condition of the No. 2 reactor, which had previously been stable. By late Monday night, No. 2 had become the most problematic of the three reactors, with all its fuel rods fully exposed, making them highly vulnerable to significant damage.

Someone sent me an e-mail Saturday night with this prediction:

Stacy, mark my words. We’ll all be heaving a collective sigh of relief on Monday or Tuesday when we learn that the Japanese have the situation well under control. And you can quote me on that.

OK, my friend, it’s Monday night and I’m thinking this “collective sigh of relief” is very unlikely in the next 24 hours. Do you want to own that quote with a link to me, and an admission that the best-case scenario hasn’t materialized?

UPDATE II:  In the comments below, an accusation:

You might as well drop the act, you were in this to promote hysteria from the start so you could “prove” how “balanced” and “impartial” you are.

Horseshit. What I’ve been trying to do from the start is to separate facts from spin and hype. Go back to my multi-updated Saturday post: I woke up (and you’ll have to scroll down to the sequence beginning at 11:57 a.m. ET) to the news of the first explosion at the Fukushima Daiichi plant, a situation that Stratfor was already calling a “meltdown.”

Japanese officials denied that there was a meltdown, and the Economist wrote: “There was a momentary sense of relief on Saturday evening when the government assured the public that the explosion had not been caused by the meltdown of the reactor.”

Freely admitting my own ignorance of what exactly constitutes a “meltdown” — which I’m told is a colloquial term, rather than a scientific one — what I recognized was that official sources had an interest in minimizing the severity of the situation in their public statements. And so, when asked about a Christian Science Monitor story that conveyed the official “all-is-well” reassurances, I responded:

THE FUCKING ROOF BLEW OFF!
OK? I mean, sure, “officials say” everything’s just hunky-dory with the reactor itself, but when there’s a massive explosion that destroys the building that houses the reactor, excuse me for suspecting that the “officials say” version of the story might be a bit too sunny-side-up.

Call that a gut hunch, common sense, whatever. But it has nothing to do with any effort to appear “balanced” or “impartial” — as I said this morning, I was surprised when bloggers began taking sides on this story — and everything to do with detecting the distinct aroma of bovine excrement in those official assurances that the situation at Fukushima Daiichi was hunky-dory.

UPDATE III: I’m trying to calm down after being forced to defend myself against the bogus charge of having some kind of hidden agenda about the Japanese nuke-plant situation. I’m just a dude aggregating the news. If you want to see somebody pushing an agenda, check out the university psychology professor taking cheap shots at Milton Friedman. (Hat-tip: Insty.)

Left Bank of the Charles says Fukushima Daiichi is now his favorite cussword. Don’t know about that, but it did occur to me that “Fukushima Meltdown” would be a great name for a punk-rock band. And speaking of meltdowns:

Japan’s benchmark Nikkei average plummeted 14 percent on Tuesday, after the country’s prime minister Naoto Kan warned of an increasing possibility of a radioactive leakage.

Japan is the world’s third-largest economy, so a 14-pecent loss on their stock market is very bad news, generating economic ripples that could affect our own economy.

Am I trying to “promote hysteria”? No, but watch this video interview with “independent nuclear energy consultant” Shaun Burnie:

“One of the nuclear industry’s worst nightmares,” he says. And he has an entire column about the “nightmare scenario.” The most interesting part of that column? The thumbnail bio at the end:

Shaun Burnie is the former nuclear co-ordinator for Greenpeace and is now a nuclear consultant.

Greenpeace. No bias there, I’m sure. “Independent consultant,” my ass.

Please give to the American Red Cross. I did.

Oh My Pi! Another 5th Bloggiversary!

No sooner did I finish congratulating Ginny on her five-year bloggiversary than I discovered that Joe Fein at Valley of the Shadow is also celebrating his fifth year today.

You’ll recall that when I went to California for the BCS Championship Game (Roll, Tide!) Joe’s was one of the sofas on which I crashed. And after the game, he and I went strolling through downtown Pasadena hanging out with the fans.

What are the odds that two of my blog buddies — one in L.A., one in Atlanta — would have both started their blogs on the same day?

Go hit Joe’s tip-jar!

UPDATE: You’ve got to admit, by the way, that Joe’s first post had an elegant poetic touch:

In the book, The Great Game by Peter Hopkirk he describes the history of the British and Russian Empires during the 19th and early 20th Century (Pre-October Revolution). The British Empire during that time faced their own Waterloo at the Khyber Pass. Your journeyman for this blog is experiencing a transition, not unlike the British in 1919. I am between many things, covered only by the shadows of the San Fernando Mountains; I am between jobs (and looking for a new career), between beliefs (a Jew who enjoys going to Bel Air Presbyterian Church) and worried about my own purpose in life. Through this blog, I hope to find my way, out of the pass and out the Valley of the Shadow.

Joe has some keen insights on politics, and has worked very hard with conservatives trying to shake the California GOP out of its decadent torpor. Maybe you don’t know anything about the woeful state of the Republican Party in California, but it is certainly no mystery why Joe suffers occasional spells of depression. If you were a conservative in L.A., you’d be depressed, too.

At any rate, there is one sure way to cheer Joe up: Go hit his tip jar!

Rule 5 Sunday Falls On A Monday This Week

by Wombat-socho


Apologies to all for the delay; I spent much of the weekend either in the tax mines, helping my daughter to prep for a cross-country move, or (not nearly enough) sleeping. On with the linkagery!


Too late for last week’s roundup, but still worthy, Fritz Riedel salutes science and beauty by commenting on the demonstrated brainpower of Oscar-winning scientist Natalie Portman. Also, pictures!

Elsewhere, the POH Diaries do some comparisons of redheads who are already cast (or should be) as Governor Palin in the upcoming “Game Change” movie; there are also some nice Jessica Biel bikini pix. Not to be outdone, the Rio Norte Line presents Gemma Arterton; WyBlog introduces his new Blog Assistant, Tori; and from faraway Trashcanistan, Smitty alerts us to a Cute Brunette TV Death Match featuring spokesmodels for T-Mobile and State Farm.

The ever-reliable Soylent Green presents appropriately skin-toned women for St. Patrick’s Day (Captain Kirk approved!) and goes on to question the dubious taste of his readers (NSFW and NMS) on the appropriately named WTF Friday.

Eye of Polyphemus scopes out some Malin Akerman cuteness, Fishersville Mike supplies some vintage Baltimore Colts cheerleader cuties, and Dustbury pays tribute to Cyd Charisse.

Proof Positive offers us Alexandra Bastedo and Katheryn Winnick; over at the Camp of the Saints, we have Marilyn Lange (Part II), Rule 5 Thursday, Karen Thompson, and a review of 2011’s bikini styles.

Daleygator brings us a Hometown Hottie from Houston, some DaleyBabes from Dai Nippon, and the final round in the DaleyBabe playoffs, pitting Monica Bellucci against Jessica Alba!

Finally, we come to a link sent in by regular commenter Richard McEnroe, which cannot be described; you must experience it for yourself. Somewhat more explicable is this video of Jane Russell looking for trouble.

Revolving Doors: Freire Exits Examiner, Joins NMS; Klein Exits Spectator, Joins Examiner; Hot Air Is Hiring (Not Me)

One of the things that has always amazed me about D.C. is how frequently young people change jobs here. You go to a cocktail reception and run into a think-tank guy you met at a reception six weeks ago: “Hey, how are things at [name of think tank]?” And he says, “Oh, I’m at [name of consulting firm] now.” So you say, “Oh, I know so-and-so who works there.” And the guy says, “No, she left. She’s working for [name of congressman] now.”

It’s a constant career merry-go-round and, apparently, the rule of this job-hopper game is: “He who has the most employers on his resume, wins.” And so anybody inside the Beltway who works anywhere more than two years is considered a loser.

Which is why, less than two years after former American Spectator managing editor J.P. Freire joined the Examiner, he’s gone:

J.P. Freire, associate editor of the Washington Examiner‘s Commentary section, is leaving his post for a gig at New Media Strategies (NMS). At NMS Freire will flex his news knowledge as a senior communications strategist. . . .
Freire has held his position with the Examiner for nearly two years. He was previously the managing editor of the American Spectator magazine.

J.P. is a smart guy who, a couple years ago, expressed a great truth in saying that what conservative journalism needs is fewer Bill Buckleys and more Robert Novaks — which is to say, more reporters and fewer pundits. And to replace Freire, Tapscott brings in brilliant young American Spectator staffer Philip Klein to fill the opening:

Philip has been Washington correspondent for the American Spectator for several years and before that was a reporter at Reuters in New York City. At both Reuters and the Spectator, Philip displayed the kind of detailed, thorough writing and reporting that will make him a key member of the Commentary staff.

Phil is a wonk. The guy loves policy like a squirrel loves nuts. Yes, he is a reporter and a very good one, but in his heart of hearts, the guy is about policy, not politics. (His writing on the health-care debate was some of the best stuff out there.) Knowing Phil as I do, I’m prepared to make a bold prediction: By summer 2012, Phil will be working as a policy guy for a GOP presidential campaign and, if Republicans take back the White House, will join the new administration, either in the speechwriting shop or as a policy assistant.

Now, finally, to something I mentioned at the bottom of a post last week:

NEW JOB
HotAir.com – Writer
Description: HotAir.com is seeking a third writer to join the current duo of Ed Morrissey and Allahpundit. HotAir is the largest conservative blog, has a readership of over two million readers a month and is cited daily by Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Mark Levin, Bill Bennett and pundits across the airwaves and online. Blogging at HotAir is the perfect opportunity for a writer with a quick wit and a nose for news. Competitive salary commensurate with experience plus full benefits. Please send inquiries to [email protected] or fax to 703-247-1257, Attention: Jonathan Garthwaite, General Manager.
Added 03/08/11.

Running a “help wanted” ad for such a plum job is extremely unusual. Notice, by contrast, how Tapscott filled the Examiner opening vacated by Freire’s departure almost instantly after Freire’s departure became known, and with a staffer from the same magazine where Freire had formerly been managing editor.

Most openings like that, you see, are never advertised, but are instead filled by friends recommending friends to their friends.

Therefore, from my perspective, this cattle-call ad can have only one meaning: The proprietors of Hot Air don’t consider me “a writer with a quick wit and a nose for news.”

Otherwise, why the ad? They could have just called me and said, “Hey, want a job?” Putting out the cattle call like this is therefore tantamount to a public declaration that nobody at Hot Air is interested in “the ugliest girl on the cheerleading squad.”

Meanwhile, at least two people have asked me to recommend them for the Hot Air job, but given this evidence of what extremely low regard the proprietors have for me, I suppose that a recommendation from me would hurt more than it would help.

So, if any of my friends are interested in appling for that job, pretend you don’t know me. If you think it will help you get the job, just say the word and I’ll be happy denounce you as a candy-ass RINO.

Because that’s what friends are for.

Obi’s Sister: Her Pi Are Square

Not that there’s anything wrong with that, OK?

Anyway, Ginny at Obi’s Sister celebrates her five-year bloggiversary by getting her geek on — today is “Pi Day” (3-14, get it?) and so she’s all geometric and stuff.

Ginny got a birthday ‘Lanche, but didn’t even bother to link her Lithia Springs homeboy. Sigh. Now that she’s a big-deal contributor at Peach Pundit, she can’t be bothered to notice The Little People.

Shepard Smith, Live From Tokyo

“. . . blackouts across this nation . . . epic earthquake . . . monster tsunami . . . nightmare scene from Hell . . . . a quickly growing humanitarian crisis . . . an economy teetering on the brink of collapse . . .”

Fuck you, Shep. Fuck you and fuck your purple prose.

Your over-excited International Drama Queen act is starting to grate on my last nerve, and I’m not in a mood for further annoyances today.

WARNING TO JAPANESE: If Shepard Smith wants your parking space, get out of his way.

What I Said to Pete

Pete Da Tech Guy took a gander at my recent go-rounds with Little Miss Attila — as I’ve called it, “blogospheric badminton with ‘feminism’ for a shuttlecock” — and expressed his enjoyment of the discourse. So I left this comment at Pete’s post:

Glad you enjoyed the spectacle. Joy is one of my favorite people in the blogosphere, but as a self-described “recovering lefty,” she needs to complete the full 12-step program, which includes rejecting the rhetoric and ideology of the Left.
Conservative women trying to co-opt the “feminist” brand is counter-productive from a strategic standpoint. Women who think of themselves as “feminists” are overwhelmingly liberal Democrats. Most women don’t like the “feminist” label and, therefore, the proper conservative strategy is to make liberals own that term and its pejorative radical connotations. Conservative rhetoric ought to be crafted to appeal to the mainstream (i.e., non-”feminist”) woman — for she constitutes the “swing” vote — rather than pandering to whatever sentimental attachment a relative handful of ex-lefties may have to that term.
This is nothing new, nor is it specific to feminism or conservatism. Successful political movements very often require that intellectual activists bite their tongues about the movement’s public rhetoric — intended to sway the undecided — when that rhetoric conflicts with particularistic ideals that the intellectuals (as they typically do) cherish as totems. In the pre-Internet age, such inevitable tensions were generally resolved behind the scenes. Nowadays, blog wars bring these tensions out into the open, at least for those who pay attention to such squabbles.

That goes a bit deeper into Political Theory than is my habit. The gap between the exoteric language of politics (arguments made to rally public support to one’s cause) and the esoteric rationale of politics (the logic of the movement as understood by insiders) is a subject of study that, among conservative intellectuals in recent times, has been most associated with the so-called Straussians. I’m an anti-Straussian.

There is no need for a full-blown discussion of the esoteric/exoteric distinction here, except so far as it bears on the public nature of intra-conservative dialogue on the blogosphere. What offended me very deeply in Little Miss Attila’s initial post — published before I’d commented on the Barbara Kay column — was that it constituted a direct attack upon my prestige within the movement.

By pre-emptively accusing me of “oversimplified fiddle-faddle,” what Attila was proclaiming was: Stacy is an idiot who can make no useful contribution to the discourse. Do not listen to him. Continue reading What I Said to Pete →

Judd Gregg Succumbs to Palinphobia

In a column for The Hill, the former New Hampshire senator surveys the 2012 GOP presidential primary field and confronts his dread fear that You-Know-Who might win the nomination:

Because the nominating process has become so dominated by primary elections, with the vast majority of the delegates chosen by direct vote, it is entirely possible that with no presumptive winner or even favorites, a candidate who runs second or third in a great many primaries could go into the convention with a sizable block of delegates.
Who would this favor? Does Sarah Palin come to mind? Although she is not viewed by most as strong enough to win, she is viewed by many as a person worth voting for to make a statement. And primaries tend to be populated by people who go to the polls with the purpose of making a statement.
Finishing second and third isn’t really a big deal — until you get enough delegates to be the nominee. And picking a nominee who it seems would be easily defeated by President Obama might not be the best statement.

For crying out loud, Republicans, stop doing this!

In what alternative universe does it make sense for prominent Republicans and conservative pundit to publicly declare that the GOP’s 2008 vice-presidential candidate — clearly one of the favorites of the party’s grassroots — is a guaranteed hopeless loser in 2012?

Who does that help, besides Obama?

Look: Everyone studying the 2012 GOP field has their Please-God-No candidate, or perhaps a short list of them. My own darkest fear is a Draft Jeb Bush movement. (“Read my lips: No more Bushes!“) Among the actual likely candidates, however, the one I absolutely can’t bear to think about is Mike Huckabee. He’s a warm personality but, as Ann Coulter says, Huckabee is essentially a pro-life Democrat.

So obviously, I’m anti-Huck. But what’s the point in beating up on the guy every day when, for all we know, he’ll be up on the stage in Tampa accepting the nomination in August 2012?

Gregg’s name has been bandied about as a 2012 candidate, so perhaps he fancies himself on that stage in Tampa. If so, taking a cheap shot at Sarah Palin — and Clyde Middleton is right, this is a cheap shot — is the best way to move himself to the top of the Please-God-No lists of everyone who supports Palin.

More likely, however, Gregg is trying to play kingmaker. Fine: Let him declare which candidate he supports. Let Gregg tell us whose agenda he is secretly serving by submarining Sarah, and then that candidate can go to the top of the Please-God-No list.

Even if Palin isn’t your first choice for 2012 (my own fondness for Herman Cain is certainly no secret), these public outbursts of Palinphobia are unseemly and counterproductive, unless it is your goal to ensure Obama’s re-election.

DON’T FEAR THE UTERUS!

UPDATE: Linked by Da Tech Guy and The Lonely Conservative — thanks!