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Saturday, December 28, 2013

The Battle of Endor: A Treatise on the Empire's Last Best Chance, Brought to you by the Nicholas Marickovich Center for Intergalactic Military Stuides

I admit, Return of the Jedi has never been my favorite Star Wars movie.  I'd rank it after Episodes I and II, but its a far cry from Episode IV, V, or even III.

Sure, sure, we have in it the climatic battle of good and evil inside of Anakin Skywalker's heart.  We have a series of cunning traps, the most visually impressive space battle of the franchise, and Carrie Fischer shows some skin much to the delight of 12 year old boys everywhere.

But you got to take all of that good stuff with a healthy dose of furry fun: those damn lovable Ewoks.

A Particularly Cute Ewok
They bother me.  They really do.  And the most troubling thing of all is that they manage, in the course of the film, to defeat a legion of the Emperor's finest Stormtroopers.  I have always asked myself how could this be? How could a bunch of pagan Teddy Bears defeat a modern army unit equipped with blasters and artillery that walks around on two legs like a chicken?

Well, after pouring over the footage on my limited edition DVDs and spending a few hours drawing maps, I think I finally have unraveled the tale. 

The Battle of ENDOR

Background

Eh.  You all know the story.  Empire loses first death star.  Darth Vader and the Emperor devise a cunning trap to capture Luke Skywalker and turn him to the dark side.  That fails.  So they think of a better plan and this time they'll also destroy the main rebel battle fleet to boot.  They let some plans leak out and the trap is set.

The key to the second part of that plan (i.e. where the rebel fleet is destroyed--this treatise will largely ignore the spiritual warfare taking place inside the Death Star between Luke, Darth, and Popo, as he was affectionately known to a few intimates) is that the force field around the Death Star remain intact during the rebel assault.

The emperor knows that the rebels know about the force field power station on the planet Endor, and he assembles a task force to ensure that those rebels are captured and the power station is protected.  He knows as well that they can only get an old shuttle past the screen of Imperial frigates, meaning only a few squads can be landed at best.  The Emperor therefore sends an overwhelming force, in all 300 men and 4 AT-STs, led by General Avondale.

It's a full proof plan.  Luke can't possibly resist the Dark Side.  The rebels can't possibly overpower the garrison to take the power station.  The Imperial Fleet will not lose in a general fleet action. The Rebellion will be destroyed.

But ol' Popo overlooked one critical factor.

An Army of Fuzz-Balls: The Ewoks

To be fair, Palpatine had no reason to really believe the Ewoks would play a part in the defense of the power station. The Empire purposefully kept a small footprint on Endor so as not to disturb the fragile forest eco-system or its furry inhabitants.  Palpatine hadn't decided yet if he would blow up the planet when the Death Star was complete or use the infrastructure to build a new one, but for the moment a live and let live arrangement existed between the imperial garrisons and the Ewoks.  Yes, a few times foraging expeditions strayed into Ewok territory and there were rumors of a very bizarre sex trade that flourished near the Imperial camps, but for the most part Ewoks and Imperial troops left each other alone.

What the Emperor did not forsee was that C3-PO would be worshiped as a god (specifically Tak-Tak, who every December 25th would fly through the air and deliver delicious meats and cheeses to good Ewoks whilst severely punishing naughty Ewoks).  This key development swung the Ewoks into the rebel camp.

A council of war was held between the rebel leadership and the Ewok Commander in Chief, General Yub-Dub, to develop their plan. The Rebels, who had traps set against them in three different movies, had a feeling that they might be walking into yet another trap.  General Yub-Dub, crafty as as fox, figured he would set a few clever traps of his own.

The Ewok army was all volunteer, organized in "Battalions", each of which had about 100 Ewoks.  More than 2 battalions constituted a Brigade (General Yub-Dub's Brigade was actually made up of three batalions).  Leadership of the battalions was based on a mix of seniority, merit, and penis size.

Ewok battalions were mixed armaments, with most soldiers in an Ewok battalion using clubs, spears, and the ever trusty rock.  A few Ewoks in each battalion were archers, but Ewoks had not yet figured out how coordinate disparate elements on the field and so those archers were tied to the battalion itself. Ewok tactics dictated that the archers would fire their arrows at the beginning of any engagement until they were gone, and then the archers were to fling their bows to ground, pick up a good rock, and start bashing some heads in.

There are some scholars who feel that the archery doctrine of the Ewok force shows that the Ewoks, honorable little fuzz-balls that they were, felt the bow and arrow to be a low brow weapon.  Much as the British thought the submarine was damned unsporting, it is believed the Ewoks felt it was downright unbearly to fire weapons from a distance, preferring the honor of the close up, face to face kill.  Therefore, it is not a leap to assume that they viewed their adversaries, with their blasters and their artillery, with some contempt.

An Army of Pros, Clones, and Stones: The Imperials

The Imperial force that went down to the power station were elements of the 12th Legion, specifically companies E, F, J, and the 12th's company of Grenadiers.  They took with them 4 AT-STs.  They complemented the force already in place, which consisted of one company from the 1st Jager and Alexander Puttie's Blackshirts.

While not exactly the "cream" of the Imperial Army, the 12th Legion had a sterling reputation and remained a unit of free, non-clone volunteers as opposed to the cloned factory troops.  They had, however, lost a lot of men during the campaign to bring the Darjeeling System back into the trade commission and secure the flow of space tea to all the corners of the empire.  They were replenished with new volunteers but many of those men had only just finished basic training when the 12th was stationed on the Death Star and called into action.    Their combat effectiveness was severely reduced, but they still represented a potent fighting force.

The units they joined at the Power Station were less so.  Company C of the 1st Jager, once an elite unit of light infantry, was at the time of the battle of Endor a unit of factory cloned troops engineered for forest service.  They were part of the class of Imperial Year 28, and had seen little real service in their 5 years.  The genetic code was a copy of IY27, which in turn was a copy of IY26, which of course was based on the excellent vintage of Imperial Year 25 soldiers.

This copy of a copy philosophy to cloning troops diluted the combat effectiveness of the troops year by year until a fresh code could be developed (the next new code was in IY30, but those excellent troops were heavily engaged in General Howe's Long Island Campaign as mercenaries).  It was a risk that the Empire's military planners were willing to accept, as it allowed most of the Empire to live in relative ease while cloned soldiers fought it's many wars. IY28 soldiers tended to be over zealous and undisciplined in battle, caring more for glory than the completion of a particular mission.

Alexander Puttie's Blackshirts was one of many paramilitary outfits encouraged by the Empire to spread their message of...what, hate?  Capitalism?  Trade?  Not sure...their message of whatever it was the Empire stood for throughout the galaxy.  Puttie's Blackshirts in particular were formed by a hard core of Red Star Belgrade Ultras.  They were vicious, vicious men, but they were more at home cracking bottles over heads after a nil-nil draw then they were fighting anybody in an organised fashion.  Why they had been posted to Endor is anybody's guess, but many feel it was an error of the massive Imperial Bureaucracy.

The professional soldiers of the 12th Legion resented serving with their cloned and hooligan comrades in what they saw as a backwater, and specifically a rivalry developed between Captain Haversham of the 12th/J and Clone Captain 000736129 of the 1st Jagr/C, which would have important consequences.

Leadership based on penis size:  General Yub-Dub

General Yub-Dub had risen through the ranks of the all volunteer Ewok army by virtue of his merit, his sharp pointy teeth, and the progidicity of his plums and carrot.  He was a stern leader, quick with the lash, but also quick to reward his troops with honey and grubs for a job well done.  He cared deeply for his bears, and it was said after the battle of Mak-Tak, where the Ewoks defeated the dreaded Sorlaks from planet UGH, that he openly wept at the carnage before proceeding to eat the defeated Sorlak Leader.  He earned both the fear and the respect of his bears, and it proved to be a potent combination.  They'd follow him to hell.
General Yub-Dub

Yub-Dub's leadership of his various combat team leaders was not especially democratic.  He rarely listened to advice, often sleeping through councils of war much as Russian General Kutuzov had while defending the Motherland against Napoleon in 1812.  He made quick decisions and expected all to follow them, and when challenged he would lay his Jack Johnson and Hooblywooblies on the council table and bare his teeth, daring his lieutenants to mortal combat where leadership of the army was at stake.  No one ever took him up on it.  Mike Ditka, leader of the 1985 Chicago Bears which anchored the Ewok left during the Battle of Endor, was so impressed by this method of leadership that he employed it on several occasions during the Bear's 1988 run to the NFC Championship and routinely uses it to ensure he gets first dibs on donuts while on the set of ESPN's Sunday NFL Countdown.

leadership based on fortunate connections:  General Avondale

General Edward "Ed" Avondale got his start thanks to connections in very high places.  Edward's father, Alistair Avondale, was a golf cart driver who became Emperor Palpatine's caddy after he introduced him to Moon Pies.  He eventually became a trusted adviser to the Emperor, often couching his advice in golfing colloquialisms.  It was Alistair's relationship with Palpatine that secured young Edward, a youth of middling ability, a commission as a Second Lieutenant in the 13th Marine Battalion.

It was a hard life for the Imperial Marines.  These were the Stormtroopers stationed aboard cruisers who would board captured starships to enforce Imperial Shipping Rules, a dangerous job.  The 13th Marines had the particularly hazardous duty of fighting pirates in the Tollhouse system who sought to extract concessions by strangling the intergalactic baking supply trade.

General Avondale, Cookie in Hand
Lieut. Avondale was a brave fighter, and won the respect of his men in many a combat, but after a few years began to feel that to remain in the 13th Marines was a death sentence.  He applied to his father for help, who managed to wrangle him an appointment to the Imperial Staff School, or ISS, where he learned basically how to implement the Imperial general strategy of setting grandiose traps and making gallant full frontal assaults.  He then joined the 12th Legion as a Captain during their years long campaign in the Darjeeling system, where he applied both trap making skills and ruthless attacks with great aplomb.  When General Schweinsteiger lost his life in the penultimate battle of the Darjeeling Campaign, Avondale was appointed General personally by the Emperor in honor of the late Alistair Avondale, the greatest damn golf caddy in the galaxy.

Ed Avondale was young for a general, and his years of ruthless combat had given him some idiosyncrasies, first among them being his love of cookies.  There was a never a meeting he attended where a big plate of cookies was not placed before him, and even in battle he would often have a baker standing by with a plate of cookies on a silver tray, upon which he would munch even as he himself led his men in the assault.

The rivalry between Captain Haversham of the 12th/J and Clone Captain 000736129

Historians have long debated on the rivalry between Haversham and Clone 000736129.  Most of the speculation centers on a Starbuck's Barista on the second Death Star.

Don't be too surprised.  The Empire had a need to improve morale among their troops by providing something to drink besides blue milk, and Starbucks saw a need to expand their own culinary empire throughout the space-time continuum.  It was a match made in heaven, and the second Death Star proudly brewed Starbucks coffee.  Many feel that if the Emperor had merely offered Luke a double mocha latte with soy no whip he would have gladly joined the dark side.  He simply did not understand the power of a good espresso.

By offering double overtime and hazard pay Starbucks was able to recruit enough baristas to man the Emporer's coffee-shops, and many believe that one of these baristas captured the heart of both Captain Haversham and Clone Captain 00736129.   The evidence is scant, but it is said that as Captain Haversham lay dying in a rebel prison camp he repeatedly asked for a Pumpkin Spice Latte, and in the throes of delirium spoke of a beautiful coffee lady with chopsticks through her hair and a diamond stud through her nose and huge....tracts of land.  It is possible that this unidentified woman, who was probably just trying to pull enough money together to fund her third term at Bernard, brought down the entire Empire.

The Battle:  Initial Dispositions

You've seen the movie.  The battle starts when the rebel squads sent to destroy the force field get captured, are paraded outside and, surprise surprise, they have walked right into a trap.  Not unexpected.  General Avondale had drawn his units into a square to keep the rebels from escaping.

The initial disposition of Imperial forces shows the premium that the Imperials put on people as valuable sources of information from which to set additional traps.  Here the mission isn't people, it's the defense of the Power Station.  Avondale seems to have forgotten this.




General Yub-Dub has set his army up to practically encircle the Imperial forces, basically placing them on the ridges that ringed the power station, hiding them on the far side of the ridge line so that the Imperials couldn't see them (much as Wellington would do repeatedly during the Peninsular War to the French).  His goal was to draw the Imperial units into an attack, falling back constantly towards a series of clever traps that Yub-Dub and his Ewoks had set, specifically designed to neutralize the Imperial AT-STs.  In addition to the traps Yub-Dub had placed half of his brigade at the traps to counter-attack the Imperials.  A smaller set of clever traps had been placed behind the Yogi Bear Combat team, and was based on the same rudimentary principles of smashing AT-STs or making them not walk so well.

In a bold move, Yub-Dub used C3-PO and R2D2 as bait to kick things off.  Many of Yub-Dub's lieutenants thought this was a horrible idea, as they believed that C3-PO was actually the god Tak-Tak, and usually it is a bad idea to use a god as bait.  General Yub-Dub knew better, knew that C3-PO wasn't a god (many think he actually believed there were no gods, for he had seen too much), and so he didn't care if the protocol droid lived or died.

When Avondale spots the droids he figures he's hit the jackpot;  there must be enough information in those droids to set divers clever traps against the Rebellion.  He hastily orders a squad of the 12th/F to capture them....

But it's a trap!  As the squad is bludgeoned to death the Ewok Battalions advance to the ridge lines and fire their arrows into the masses of Imperial Stormtroopers.  The Imperials immediately begin to return fire and advance.  Meanwhile the rebel prisoners overpower a stunned half company of Grenadiers and take a position at the power station.

The Imperial Assault and the Loss of Alexander Puttie's Blackshirts

The big advantage for the Imperial army was communications.  Avondale was in constant contact with all of his company captains and he immediately devised a plan of action on the fly.

All companies were to attack.  12th/J and 1st Jager/C were to directly assault Yub-Dub's brigade, which Avondale correctly perceived to be the main Ewok body.  They would be flanked by AT-STs which would push away any Ewok units from joining Yub-Dub's bears.  Meanwhile, he himself would lead the 12th/F against Ditka's 1985 Chicago Bears, and after defeating them he planned to slam into the flank of the Yub-Dub brigades.  Meanwhile the remaining company of Grenadiers would pin down the rebels and keep them from attacking the rear of any other units, though they were not able to prevent 8 foot smelly fuzz-ball Chewbacca from escaping.


The assaults by 12th/F and 1st Jager/C were seen to be successful, as the Yub-Dub Brigades slowly fell back. AT-STs smashed into the Battalion lead by Snuggle Bear and kept them from linking up with Yub-Dub's brigade.  The Yogi bear combat team, somewhat under strength, was similarly driven back by a single AT-ST, though the Fozzie Bear Battalion, not really noticed by the Imperial forces, was able to fall back towards the clever Ewok traps unmolested.

Alexander Puttie's Blackshirts, while preparing to assault the Snuggle Bear Battalion, suddenly came under intense attack from arrows to their left.  Perceiving the unit made up of Grumpy Bear's marauders, Puttie asked permission for his Blackshirts to assault this as yet unseen unit.  Avondale, who at that moment was in the huddle crafting a play for 2nd down against The Bears, gave permission for the assault and ordered E company to support.

Puttie lined up his men and they marched off singing the anthems for Red Star Belgrade, which none of the men really understood but were nevertheless deeply ingrained in the lore of Puttie's Blackshirts.  It's impossible to know exactly what they sang, but it may have been something like:

Где је почело,
Ја не могу да почну да се кновин '
Али онда знам да расте јака

Да ли је у пролеће
И пролеће је постао лето
Ко би веровао да ћеш доћи заједно.

Руке, додирнуо руке
Дохватам, додирнуо ме, додирнуо си

Свеет Царолине
БАА БАА БАА!
Добра времена никада није изгледало тако добро
Ја сам био склон
Бум Бум Бум!
Да верују да никада неће
Али сада ја ..

Which loosely translates into something like:

Where it began,
I can't begin to knowin'
But then I know it's growing strong

Was in the spring
And spring became the summer
Who'd have believed you'd come along.

Hands, touchin' hands
Reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin' you

Sweet Caroline
BAA BAA BAA!
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
BUM BUM BUM!
To believe they never would
But now I...

Grumpy Bear's bears steadily watched as the Blackshirts advanced on their position.  At the last moment Puttie's Blackshirts broke into a charge and wielded their bottles of Slivovitz, losing their shape, anticipating a good old fashioned ass-kicking like their forefathers had engaged in after a Champions League win.  But the Ewoks held their form, hurled their rocks, and in two's and threes took down the Blackshirts in short order. To the horror of the supporting 12th Legion Company E, Grumpy Bear's Marauders proceeded to eat the Blackshirts with their nasty, sharp, pointed teeth.

12th/J and 1st Jager Assaults

As noted previously, the initial assault by the 12th/J and 1st Jager/C put pressure on the forward half of Yub-Dub's brigade as they started falling back.  The 1st Jager, due to their genetic flaw, began to press home the assault too far and started to lose unit cohesion.  Captain Haversham of the 12th/J grew concerned that his romantic rival, whose cloned hands he feared had so recently caressed the very organic and uncloned breasts of the Starbuck's coffee girl, was going to steal all the glory from the field.  Not to be outdone, he pressed his own men harder and they too began to lose cohesion.

High Water Mark of the Intergalactic Empire


The 12th/E rallied to the attack and drove Grumpy Bear's Marauders from the field.  The men were enraged by the Ewok atrocities and wept over the bodies of the mauled hooligans, but Captain Jefferys rallied the men and prepared them for a flank assault against the retreating and isolated Snuggle Bear Battalion.  "The Best way to avenge our friends is to fuck those furry bastards in the ass, my fine fellows!" he was heard to say.  "Prepare to attack!"



Unbeknownst to Captain Jeffery's Chewbacca had just captured one of the Imperial AT-STs and was about to swing the tide of the battle in a major way.

In the Imperial Center the 12th/J and 1st Jager/C had finally blundered their way into the clever Ewok traps. The AT-STs supporting from the flanks were destroyed.  "As the AT-ST to our left exploded between two logs I just had this incredible sinking feeling", recounted a survivor of 1st Jager Company C.  "We became isolated.  In front of me there rose a line of Ewoks waving their spears and they started running towards us. It was then that I had this horrible feeling that we were fucked.  It's not dissimilar to the feeling I am sure the Virginia Tech Hokies felt when Logan Thomas threw his fourth interception in the closing minutes against Duke at home.  In both cases all was lost, though I am sure what they felt was far worse.  We were beaten by bears and men died and all that, but those bastards were beaten by Duke.  At home! Cor!  It really puts things into perspective, you know?"

Meanwhile Avondale himself lead a complicated 3rd and long against the Chicago Bears, who blitzed! Avondale saw the blitz coming but the Master Sargent missed his blocking assignment, the QB was put under pressure and the pass was thrown incomplete.  Avondale was forced to punt, and wasn't sure he was going to have enough time to get the ball back.  But Yogi Bear's combat team, no longer being pursued by an AT-ST, was preparing an attack of their own.

The Imperials are Eaten by Bears

Everything had fallen apart in the center.  Small isolated units of Imperial Stormtroopers found themselves in a general melee with Ewoks commanded by Yub-Dub and Fozzie Bear.  A few of the larger groups tried to form square but it was far to late and without artillery support they were easily overtaken by wave after wave of Ewoks, their cute little faces streaming with the blood of their comrades.  It was too little too late, as one unit after another was encircled.



On the Imperial right, the 12th/F had just lined up for a punt when Yogi Bear's combat team slammed into their unguarded flanks, overwhelming them.  Mike Ditka and his Chicago Bears looked on in horror as Yogi Bear himself beheaded the gallant General Avondale and stuffed his head into a picinic basket.

The last hope for the Imperials was that the 12th/E could rally for their flank attack on the Snuggle Bear battalion.  It might have yet still been possible for the Imperials to overtake that battalion and maybe open an assault on the disorganized Ewoks in the center.  But just as the 12th/E was getting ready for their assault Chewbacca's captured AT-ST blew the shit out of the remaining Imperial Walker, and the Snuggle Bear Battalion rallied.  By the time the 12th/E began their attack Snuggle Bear and Chewbacca's AT-ST were moving forward to attack the Grenadiers in the rear.  E company did make an assault but morale collapsed when they saw that one of their guns had been captured and they were easily brushed aside.



It was all over.  Survivors from E and F companies melted into the woods, some of them struggling for years in the wilderness against the Ewoks, long after the conflict was over.  Other Imperial troops actually surrendered to the Rebel Forces still holding the Power Station, deciding that their chances of surviving the dreaded Rebel prison camps were far better than their chances of surviving being mauled by hungry Ewoks. The remaining Grenadiers, caught between Rebels to their front and Ewoks to their rear, also threw down their weapons and asked to surrender.  In one of the most horrific atrocities of the war, Princess Leia herself condemned the Grenadiers to the slaughter, refusing their requests to surrender and leaving them to the blood lusting Ewoks of Snuggle Bear's Battalion.  Captain Haversham of the destroyed J company swore he saw the Princess herself taking part in the macabre celebration, with her shirt half open and blood running down her chin.  Han Solo reportedly just shook his head and said "That's my girl.  Don't get on her bad side".

Aftermath and Analysis

The Aftermath of the battle is clear.  The shield generator was shut down, the rebel fleet was able to break off from the Imperial fleet, and the attack on the second Death Star was successful.  The Empire was brought to its knees.

Imperials made several key mistakes during the battle.  Some things among many that they could have done differently:

1.  Shoot the rebels.  Han Solo and Princess Leia had been a consistent thorn in the side of the Empire for several years running.  With all due respect to the Imperial regard for human life and their premium on intelligence for setting traps, the Empire would have been far better off if they had just shot all the rebels at the outset of the engagement.  This would have ensured that there was no Chewbacca to take an AT-ST and also would have freed up an entire company of Grenadiers for an assault. Had the Grenadiers been available Fozzie Bear's batalion may not have been able to link of the rest of General Yub-Dub's brigade and the attack in the center may have succeeded.

2.  The Imperial Army should have, perhaps, not attacked in the first place.  At the outset of the engagement the Imperial forces were already arrayed in a square, with artillery on the flanks in support.  AT-STs could have been brought inside the square for additional defensive support.  In such a square, with AT-STs able to fire in any direction, the Ewoks would have had a very difficult time dislodging the Imperials and regaining the power station.  They would also have had to move their clever traps up, which would have taken considerable time.  It is doubtful the Ewoks would be able to do much of anything against the AT-STs, and the garrison would have been able to hold the station until the fleet action above was over and reinforcements could arrive.

3.  Given that the Imperial forces DID attack, they surely should have done so in a more organized fashion.  It is not surprising the 1st Jager/C failed to stay organized due to the flaw in their genetic engineering, but there was no excuse for Company J of the 12th Legion.  These were seasoned troops who had performed with great discipline in the past.  The failure to reign them in lies squarely at the feet of the late Captain Haversham and his jealousy.

4.  F company failed to exploit a weakness in the Bears secondary.  Defensive Back Stick Stickley had been injured earlier in the day, when QB Jim McMahon bet Stickley he couldn't play an accordion while riding a unicycle on a tightrope.  Stickley was an honorable fellow and he gave it the old college try, but McMahon was right:  Stick Stickley could do no such thing, and he broke both of his legs trying.  Ditka had to work very hard to ensure the Ewok medics didn't eat Stickley.  In the place of Stickely they put in German Fussbal legend Franz Beckenbauer, who had never played a snap of American football in his life.  He was clearly clueless out there, but F company had had no time to study the Bear's weakness.  Instead of throwing against Beckenbauer the F company QB threw the ol' pigskin repeatedly into the teeth of determined Bears defense.  One wonders what may have happened if F company had managed to go down the field, score a touchdown, and then turn into the flank of the Yogi Bear's outfit.

The moral of the story

The moral of the story is probably best summed up in the immortal words of Napoleon who wrote to his Josephine concerning his confidence in supreme victory on the eve of Austerlitz::

"...Well, I guess maybe I fear one thing.  Bears.  Those horrid creatures, with their nasty claws and sharp pointy teeth. 
Rumors have been circulating around my camp that the Russians have a whole legion of Bears armed with pointed sticks.  This scares the ever living crap out of me.  You don’t fuck with Bears, Josephine.  You don’t fuck with them."  ~Napoleon

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

On "Happy New Year Charlie Brown": A Treatise Courtesy of the Nick Marickovich Institute for Theology and Mental Health

Before getting into the psycho-theological meat behind classic Peanut's film "Happy New Year Charlie Brown!" it is probably worth briefly summarizing the plot.

Happy New Year Charlie Brown!

Summary:

In the opening scene, Charlie Brown is sitting at his desk in Ms. Mwaa Mwaa Mwaa's class, and for once we see him happy.  There are only a few minutes left until Christmas Vacation, and Ms. Mwaa Mwaa Mwaa has yet to assign any homework.  His hopes are dashed when Ms. Mwaa Mwaa Mwaa assigns the impossible, impossible assignment of reading Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace over the Christmas break.

"C'mon Nick," you might say, "nothing is impossible with a little God and Gumption, even reading War and Peace over Christmas Break."  Bollocks.  When I read War and Peace I started around the time I graduated high school and I didn't finish the book until Thanksgiving Break in my freshman year of college nearly 8 months later.  The unabridged CD version as available on Amazon is a staggering 55 CDs amounting to 70 hours of wholesome Russian fictionaly goodness.

Just in case your maths are not up to snuff:  70 hours is about 3 straight days of reading.

Look at this way.  If you read War and Peace for 8 hours a day solid it would still take you 9 days to finish it.  Most adults have a hard time working 8 hours a day without talking football with buddies, surfing for cupcake fetish porn, or taking time out to organize a doughnut raid against the accounting department (today, their crullers shall be ours!!).  Only the most dedicated of persons could read Tolstoy for 8 hours straight even for one day let alone 9, and Charlie Brown is just a kid.

"Maybe," you say. "But technically its still possible.  You could do it."  Well you know what, if that's how you feel, than you try to read War and Peace over nine days in the middle of the Holiday Season. Come back from that and see if you still say it's not impossible (speed readers and hobos need not apply).

I digress.  In the second scene we see Charlie Brown sitting with the massive book upon his lap, stuck on page 5 out of 1,372.  It must be late in the Christmas vacation because Charlie Brown is interrupted when Peppermint Patty calls to invite Charlie to a New Year's Eve Party.

Charlie Brown protests that he just has too much work to do, but oh how the flesh is weak!  For the rest of the film we see Charlie Brown drag around Tolstoy's book to dance lessons and to the party itself like an Albatross around his neck.  In desperation he tries to find a comic book or tape on War and Peace, but its the day before Amazon and he actually has to go to this thing called a....its'a called a.....Ah! it's like this place with stuff and you can give people these green pieces of paper for the stuff on the shelf and take it home?  A st-or?  Store?  Store.  Ah, yes.  STORE.

Meanwhile, Charles Schultz and company load Chekov's gun with a love triangle when Charlie Brown invites the Little Red Haired Girl (who's name is Heather, but we shall call her the LRHG) to the dance -- as Charlie Brown does so he gets his hand stuck in the mail slot of the LRHG's house.  Classic?  Yes.  Significant? Perhaps.  More on this later.

So on New Year's Eve itself: after having some good times at the party, Charlie Brown slips away from the festivities after losing at musical chairs and has a seat on the porch to try and keep reading his book.  In a pathetic twist that would make any Russian novelist proud, Charlie Brown then falls asleep as the book falls open upon his chest. His heavy eyelids close as a light New Year's Eve snow begins to fall, just as the LRHG shows up.

In Soviet Russia, Book Reads You.
The clock strikes 12, and a few minutes later Charlie wakes up to the sounds of singing.  He is confronted by an irate Peppermint Patty who berates him for leaving her alone at midnight, and he is also informed by a clearly upset Sally that Linus chose the LRHG over her.

And the LRHG?  One second she was there, the next --- POOF--- she was gone.  Kind of like Kaiser Soze.

Charlie Brown staggers to the open door, still carrying his copy of War and Peace, and stares out into the snowy night.  Betrayed by his friend, alarmed at the "Basic Instinct" intensity of Peppermint Patty's affections, and dismayed that his best chance at happiness just disappeared into the black of night, Charlie Brown stares into the face of another long year.  Not even a kiss from Marcy can shake the shattered look that has settled on his countenance.

In the final scene of the film Charlie Brown is back in school.  He tells Linus he finished the book at 3 AM that morning, and the teacher gave him a generous D-.  He faints as Linus tells him that their next assignment is to read Crime and Punishment, by Dostoevsky.

Discussion:


When I watched this a child, I took this to be a morality tale on the dangers of procrastination.  Charlie Brown gets his assignment, he has all Christmas Break to get it done, and what does he do?  He goofs off, he learns the foxtrot, he plays musical chairs at the party.  When midnight comes and it's time to get Happy Happy Happy he is sleeping on the porch, the victim of a futile attempt to read the world's greatest novel at the last minute.  And boy, is he punished.  Charlie Brown ends up not being able to attain the object he desires (and with it some much needed self-actualization and esteem), and for his effort only gets a D-.

It's obviously not a lesson I took to heart, as I am a fairly good procrastinator.  Not professional grade, not like those boys in the Congress who have so perfected the art of kicking the can down the way; but good enough to keep people at arm's bay at work, doling out a little bit of info at a time, stringing them along, delaying and dithering, until an issue goes away or it reaches critical mass and pushes out all other considerations.  Even this blog itself, which encapsulates the vast corpus of my meaningless thoughts, represents endless hours of procrastination.  Even as I write now I am procrastinating, as I could be doing something vastly more important with my time.

Watching the movie as an adult, however, I now  feel that this movie can be approached in a different way.  I believe that it is a meditation upon human nature, and that War and Peace, like Coleridge's Albatross or Tolkein's Ring of Power, or even the Cross of Christ, is a representation of the weightiness, the heaviness, the sinfulness of the human condition.

I am basing this conclusion on a salient point, and that is that I believe that Charlie Brown, and Charlie Brown alone, has been given this most odious assignment.

Note that in the film, Linus (whom I always thought for some reason was younger than Charlie Brown) is in Charlie Brown's class, but throughout the special he never seems to be struggling with the book, he's not lugging it from place to place, he's not stuck on page 5.  Linus never proclaims that he finished the report last week and (this is the big one) he never helps Charlie Brown out.

"Hold on," says the detractor.  "Linus is that kid who in the Peanuts Christmas movie is able to recite the entire Christmas story, right out of the Bible, by heart.  He's a good man who would never help Charlie Brown cheat."  On the contrary!  In the middle of Happy New Year Charlie Brown we see Linus go with Charlie Brown into the bookstore where Charlie Brown seeks the ever elusive shortcut!  Linus never tries to talk him out of it, even suggests that Charlie Brown ask about filmstrips!  His presence makes him complicit in Charlie Brown's desire to cheat, and I believe that if he had read the book he would elevate helping his friend above other moral considerations and would at least give Charlie Brown a plot summary.

But Linus doesn't, because he hasn't read it.  No other kid seems to be complaining about the assignment either.  Charlie Brown alone bears the punishment.

What did he do to deserve this punishment?  It would be easy to suggest that Charlie Brown himself is guilty of some sin, and the mail slot scene suggests that.  Is it any coincidence that Charlie Brown gets his hand stuck in there?  Is it also a coincidence that Samuel Peyps was compromised when his wife caught him with his hand literally in Deb Willet's cookie jar?*  Drawing on the rather broad assumption that Schultz was familiar with The Diary of Samuel Peyps, clearly the mail slot represents Charlie Brown's sexual desire for the LRHG, and may even symbolize a vagina in and of itself.  Now listen:  Charlie Brown and his cohorts are all pretty young, and I am not in any suggesting that they are sexually active, but it's clear that those feelings and urgings Mrs. Mwaa Mwaa Mwaa has been trying to suppress are starting to blossom in this group of kids.  The desire may be latent, but I would argue that it is starting to stir and it is there and real.

So back to mail slot/vagina analogy.  The fact that Charlie Brown gets his hand stuck in that mail slot and is utterly embarrassed is consistent with the Augustinian belief that the initial sin of mankind is sexual intercourse and in that act we have all fallen away from God.  It is this original sin that must be atoned for; until Charlie Brown accepts Jesus Christ as his Lord, Savior, and Salvation, he is doomed to be weighed down by his sin, his eternal punishment evidently a Russian Literature class that simply won't let up.

But I don't like to think of it in this way.  While I still buy the mail slot as vagina analogy, I think rather it simply making a mockery of Charlie Brown's belief that finally getting that date with the LRHG will make all his problems go away.  I think it is a rather amusing aside to the main point:  Charlie Brown's only punishment is his humanity.  His assignment to read War and Peace is symbolic of the the weight we all must bear.

Some people bear the weight better than others.  These are the folks who are at the party without a care in the world, wrapped up in their own quest for love or who just want to get through evening without having a dog drink their root beer.  But Charlie Brown is clearly depressed, and who could blame him?  He loses the spelling bee, has a tough time understanding what Christmas is all about, he never can kick that dang blasted football, and he's already bald at the age of 12.  His dogged persistence is admirable, but I can't imagine brushing up against that much failure and not coming away with at least a healthy dose of melancholy if not outright severe depression.

Charlie Brown's copy of War and Peace represents this depression.  It keeps him from enjoying the holiday season, and it even keeps him from realizing his own happiness;  if we do take the LRHG to symbolize Charlie Brown's elusive happiness, then one must be encouraged by the fact that she does actually turn up at the party at Charlie Brown's request.  But Charlie Brown, unable to deal with his mental illness, is asleep on the front porch.  His depression keeps him from being self-actualized, and his happiness slips away into the darkness.

As I already said, I think Schultz is sort of mocking Charlie Brown's fixation on the LRHG as the sole repository of all that may make him happy.  But what if he was able to dance with the LRHG that night and even kiss her on the cheek?  Wouldn't that boost his self-esteem?  Even if the relationship ended, wouldn't Charlie Brown be better off for having known what it is to love and (more importantly) be loved?

Undoubtedly, the answer is yes.

What is Charlie Brown to do?  Clearly, first, he needs to stop going to that psychiatrist he's been seeing.  It's clear that Lucy has no interest in actually helping Charlie Brown cope with his illness, but is rather more interested in perpetuating it for the sake making a few more nickles.

I hear she's still using DSM III.   That alone should throw up a red flag! 

Second (and let me put on my Dr. Phil hat here), he needs to face up to his troubles and stop running from them.  Charlie Brown is continually hoping that something will happen to him.  He needs rather to make something happen for himself (God that sounds dumb).  We see his failure to do so as he keeps putting off reading the text.  His inability to read War and Peace is indicative of his inability to come to terms with himself and deal with his problems.

Where will Charlie Brown find his solace?  Will he find the deep faith of a Linus?  Will he pour himself into music like Schroder or sports like Peppermint Patty (and will he get a restraining order against her)?  Will he join the commune with Pigpen, or read Ayn Rand with Lucy and become a budding market capitalist?

Maybe it will be none of these for Charlie Brown.   Maybe he is one of those who will never quite jettison the heaviness that sits so uneasily about the soul .  But if Charlie Brown were to actually dive into his psyche instead of running away from it all the time he might actually be able to put down his book and enjoy the party, at least for a little while.

*Disclaimer:  I may be wrong exactly what part of Samuel Peyps was in that cookie jar.  Samuel Peyps did write the x-rated details of his many affairs in his diary, but he wrote them in a sort of code of different languages.  I think those in the know have settled on "with my main in her cunny", but I am not sure if "main" means hand, or foot, or nose, or what.  Could mean penis.  I just don't know.  I'm not up on my 1660's English slang.  Still, it somehow reminds me of Winnie the Pooh and his never ending quest for hunny, so it doesn't sound so bad after all.  

Saturday, June 2, 2012

On Naval Architecture: A Treatise Courtesy of the NE Marickovich School of Naval Architecture

Dear Readers:

Ages ago I published my famous Treatise on Naval Architecture.  It was, and may prove to be, this blog's biggest hit.

I removed it to make some alterations to the forward, which was in very poor taste.  But those alterations have been made (basically the forward has been removed) and now I am pleased to present, in its second edition but without any great alteration (aside from the code for online exclusive content that is going to force you into buying a new book):

 On Naval Architecture:  
A Treatise Courtesy of the NE Marickovich School of Naval Architecture.

1.  INTRODUCTION

This is a ship:

Figure 1:  Aircraft Carrier (photo courtesy of US Navy)


So is this:

Figure 2:  Destroyer (photo courtesy of US Navy)


This is NOT a ship, but rather a boat (kinda sorta maybe).  It is important not to insult the Commanding Officer of any craft, and so if you are unsure of whether a floating object is a ship or a boat, it is best simply to call it a "vessel".


Figure 3:  Bass Boat (photo courtesy of the Confederate States of 'Merica Naval Defense Force and Bass Fishin Club)

Amazingly, all of the vessels above are subject to the same naval architecture rules.

2.  BUOYANCY and FLOATING

Determining the buoyancy is a simple matter of applying "Sir Lancelot's Principle", as shown in Figure 4:

Figure 4:  Sir Lancelot's Principles states that if a boat weighs the same as a duck, it is made of wood, and therefore it floats in water.  It is important to note that if the boat it is made of wood, it is a witch, and therefore upon decommissioning it must be burned at the stake.

3.  SURVIVABILITY

Building an "unsinkable ship" is virtually impossible, and even building a "sink resistant" ship costs a lot of money.  The best thing is to design and operate ships so that they are less likely to strike or be struck by an object that is going to do them harm.  Here are four simple survivability rules:

Rule Number One:  Avoid Ice burgs

Rule Number Two:  The best defense is a good offense (see section 5)

Rule Number Three:  Watch out for submarines (good luck with that).

Rule Number Four:  If John McCain comes aboard your ship, be wary. Remember, this man crashed two US Navy planes and survived; had a third plane blowed up (as he ran down the nose of the craft trying to get away) in the USS Forrestal fire and survived; got shot down in a fourth plane over North Vietnam and survived; spent eight years in a North Vietnamese prison and survived; comes back, hammers out a career as a politician, during which he has many times where he has been figuratively shot down and yet figuratively survived.  This man is either the luckiest man in the world or the unluckiest.  So, when he comes aboard, I would hedge my bets and keep a life jacket handy.  If anything, you can expect that while he is on the ship it will hit some kind of old French mine from WWI and it will sink....and yet John McCain will somehow survive.

4.  SEAKEEPING

Math.  Math math math, math math.  How do you math math math?  That's right!  Math!  Let's move on.

5.  TOPSIDE DESIGN (i.e. GUNS! MISSILES!  GET SOME!)

During concept design of any naval ship (and, let's face it, in America that is about all you are really likely to build), most questions concerning topside design start with "Dude!  You know what would be totally sweet?"  The result is figure 5.  Things usually get paired down by the cost guys later in the design spiral.  They just don't appreciate the awesomeness.


Figure 5

6.  SHIP SYSTEMS and ARRANGEMENTS

The configuration of a ship used to be an art done by an array of competent yet eccentric designers with slide rules and dip pens.  Lately, a bunch of college boys have tried to devise a computer program that would automate ship arrangements to a large extent.  If they succeed they will put good, decent, hardworking middle class Americans out of work.  Will they be stopped?  Depends on how you vote in the 2012 election.

However, in the interest of education, let's go over the theory from the Nick Parson's Project and discuss how it works.

First, you make a list of rules that are used to govern or evaluate a design.  As an example, here are the two most important rules in arrangements based on hundreds of years of naval tradition:

1.  The ice cream machine is the most important piece of equipment on any ship, but particularly on a submarine.

Note: Acronyms make the military go all wobbly in the knees, and so sometimes the Ice Cream Machine is referred to as an ICM...not to be confused with an ICBM, or InterContinental Ballistic Missile...the one time that actually happened, I can tell you, it was hilarious.  Not at the time, of course.  At the time it was a horrific clusterfuck that brought the world to the brink of nuclear catastrophe.  But as we got in the chopper after recovering the ICBMs that we had inadvertently sold as surplus to "Collis C. Collis Elementary School", I told my buddy that one day we would laugh about this.  And you know what?  I was....no, I was wrong.  It's not funny at all.  It's still absolutely terrifying to think about.    

2.  The soundness or desirability of a design is directly proportional to the proximity of the CO's stateroom to the ICM.

These rules are programmed into something called an optimization tool, which uses fuzzy math (no, its not just for politicians any more) and genetic algorithms (or divinely created algorithms, if you prefer) to evaluate a number of different designs.

For example, consider the following designs of "officer's country" aboard the SSN 825, the USS Barrack Hussein Obama:


Figure 6:  Design A


Figure 7:  Design B


Figure 8:  Design C


When we run the designs through the optimizer, we find that Design A is good, Design B is better, and Design C is the best, based on the rules.

So, clearly, we go with Design C.

7.  SHIPBUILDING

I think ship building can be summed up by the immortal words of Collis C. Collis (the C stands for Collington) when he founded a shipyard in a bucolic little town in Southeastern Virginia so many years ago:

"We Build Good Ships Here.  
But it's Gosh-Darned Expensive,
And it's Really, Really Hard.  
So Stop Whining and Ante Up."


8.  SHIP STRUCTURES

You know, when I was a lad taking European History in high school, my teacher was a retired US Navy Captain.  Consequently, he was great at teaching military history, but really awful when it came to teaching art.  So, to give us the whiff of culture we so desperately needed to become well rounded individuals, he left us in the care of Sister Wendy and her series "Sister Wendy's History of Painting", in which this little old nun with a whimsical lisp goes all over Europe talking about various masterpieces and tut tutting over all the tits and testicles that are an integral part of our shared Western cultural make-up.  

Well, I will tell you that ship structures is not my bailiwick.  So watch this video.  It will teach you everything you need to know about ship structures:





9.  CONGRATULATIONS!

Hey, you did it!  Congratulations on making it to the end of this post.  If you are not already a naval architect by trade (though in my experience as a shipbuilder everyone thinks they are a naval architect, deep down inside) you get a diploma for slogging through my "masterpiece".  It's a lot easier than slogging through 4-7 years of school.  Trust me.  

CONGRATULATIONS!  That's one for the refrigerator door!

My commencement remarks?  Use this diploma well.  Go register for Va Tech's Submarine Design Course and make sure I have something to do this summer aside from writing these epic blog posts...please! 

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