A series of eclectic, possibly unconnected and probably meandering observations of an all weather cyclist, DJ, Magician and social observer. Some material may be inappropriate for younger or more sensitive adults. May contain psychological nudity. Follower discretion is advised.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Antibacterial Soaps. What Could Go Wrong?
I've always suspected that adding antibiotics to our lives in the ever multiplying quantities that we are, that we are (once again) being short sighted about their overall impact. My scientifically unstudied fear has always been that we may create "super bugs" or that it is the introduction of these antibiotic elements that may be upping the frequency and severity of auto-immune deficiencies and anaphylaxis. My reasoning was simple, uneducated and (to my thinking) logical...when there were fewer antibiotics in circulation...it seemed that no one was panicked about peanut butter near a school and the "epi-pen" found in the purse or pocket of someone in nearly every gathering of more than two or three people had never been heard of.
While I don't know if that fear may have been already or is yet to be be proven out by science to be true, I happened across this...which is just as, if not more, frightening and is based on facts. It might even be worth writing a note to your local retailer, although I am not a member or a fan I do applaud Costco for now offering liquid soap that is antibiotic free.
Here's the Science.
A recent study** concluded that approximately 75% of the liquid soaps on the market are antibacterial, containing the antibiotic triclosan, not to mention its ever increasing use in clothing and plastics. See the partial list below.
Over 95% of the uses of triclosan are in consumer products that are disposed of in residential drains.
Since wastewater treatment plants fail to remove triclosan from the water and the compound is highly stable for long periods of time, a huge amount of triclosan is expected to be emitted into waterways
I would highly recommend everyone take the time to read the Beyond Pesticides fact sheet*, available as a PDF file, it sure got me thinking...here is a sample of why.
"Researchers who added triclosan to river water and
shined ultraviolet light on the water found that between one
and twelve percent of the triclosan was converted to dioxin
in the water, leading to fears that sunlight could transform
triclosan to dioxin naturally. An even more serious health
threat may stem from treatment of triclosan-tainted water at
water treatment plants—sunlight could convert chlorinated
triclosan into highly toxic forms of super-dioxin. Exposure to
sunlight in the solid state of triclosan, such as on commercial
textile products, also causes formation of dioxin, albeit in
smaller amounts than aqueous solutions."
When used in hospitals or for persons with weakened immune systems, triclosan represents an important health care tool. But
other than that, it is unnecessary, and our constant exposure to triclosan becomes a health and environmental hazard.
The best way to prevent infections is good old soap and water.
Here are some guidelines on keeping clean without antimicrobials, regular soaps will lower the surface tension of the water, very effectively washing dirt and bacteria down the drain :
-Wash your hands often and well, for at least 10 to 15 seconds
and then rinse of in warm water. It is important to wash your
hands, especially when handling food.
-Dry hands with a clean towel.
-Wash surfaces that come in contact with food with detergent and water
-Wash children's hands and toys regularly.
It is clear to me from my reading that antibiotic soaps do not make us any safer from dangerous germs. More likely the inverse. true. The products themselves probably pose health dangers to us and the environment.
Plus, I can't shake my original fear...as more and more germs breed resistance to antibiotics, the risk from untreatable infections and immune disorders will rise...it's natural selection.
Please do not use antibacterial soap.
List of Products Containing Triclosan
FIRST AID: SyDERMA® Skin Protectant plus First Aid Antiseptic; Solarcaine® First Aid Medicated Spray; NexcareTM First Aid, Skin Crack Care; First Aid/Burn Cream; HealWell® Night Splint; 11-1X1: Universal Cer- vical Collar with Microban
SOAP: Dial® Liquid Soap; Softsoap® Antibacterial Liquid Hand Soap; Tea Tree TherapyTM Liquid Soap; Provon® Soap; Clearasil® Daily Face Wash; Dermato-logica® Skin Purifying Wipes; Clean & Clear Oil Free Foaming Facial Cleanser; DermaKleenTM Antibacterial Lotion Soap; Naturade Aloe Vera 80® Antibacterial Soap; CVS Antibacterial Soap, pHisoderm Antibacterial Skin Cleanser, Dawn® Complete Antibacterial Dish Liquid, Ajax® Antibacterial Dish Liquid.
KITCHENWARE: Farberware® Microban Steakknife Setand Cu�ing Boards; Franklin Machine Products FMP IceCream Scoop SZ 20 Microban; Hobart Semi-Automatic Slicer; Chix® Food Service Wipes with Microban; Com-pact Web Foot® Wet Mop Heads
DENTAL CARE: Colgate Total®; BreezeTM Triclosan Mouthwash; Reach® Antibacterial Toothbrush; Janina Diamond Whitening Toothpaste
COMPUTER EQUIPMENT: Fellowes Cordless Microban Keyboard and Microban Mouse Pad
CLOTHES: Teva® Sandals; Merrell Shoes; Sabatier Chef'sApron; Dickies Socks; Biofresh® socks
COSMETICS: Supre® Café BronzerTM; TotalSkinCare Makeup Kit; Garden Botanika® Powder Foundation; Mavala Lip Base; Jason Natural Cosmetics; Blemish Cover Stick; Movate® Skin Litening Cream HQ; Paul Mitchell Detangler Comb, Revlon ColorStay LipSHINE Lipcolor Plus Gloss, Dazzle
CHILDRENS TOYS: Playskool®: Stack 'n Scoop Whale,Rockin' Radio, Hourglass, Sounds Around Driver, Roll 'n Role Ball, Animal Sounds Phone, Busy Beads Pal, Pop'n Spin Top, Lights 'n Surprise Laptop
OTHER: Bionare® Cool Mist Humidifier; Microban®All Weather Reinforced Hose; Thomasville® Furniture; Deciguard AB Ear Plugs; Bauer® 5000 Helmet; Aquatic Whirlpools; Miller Paint Interior Paint; QVC® Collapsible 40-Can Cooler; Holmes Foot BuddyTM Foot Warmer, Blue Mountain Wall Coverings, California Paints®, EHC AM-ail Escalator Handrails, DupontTM Air Filters, DurelleTM Carpet Cushions, Advanta One Laminate Floors, San Luis
DEODORANT: Old Spice High Endurance Stick Deodor-ant, Right Guard Sport Deodorant Nature De France Le Stick Natural Stick Deodor-ant; DeCleor Deodorant Stick; Epoch® Deodorant with Citrisomes; X Air Maximum Strength Deodorant
OTHER PERSONAL CARE PRODUCTS: Gillette Complete Skin Care MultiGel Aerosol Shave Gel; Mu-rad Acne Complex® Kit, ®; Diabet-xTM Cream; T.TaioTM Blankets, J Cloth® towels, JERMEX mops sponges and wipes, Aveeno Therapeutic Shave Gel.
*http://www.beyondpesticides.org/pesticides/factsheets/Triclosan%20cited.pdf
** FSNET. 2000. Survey of U.S. Stores reveals widespread availability of soaps containing potentially harmful antibacterial agents. Centre for Safe Food, University of Guelph. September 10. <http://131.104.74.73/archives/ matology 138:1087-1088.
fsnet/2000/9-2000/fs-09-10-00-01.txt> (Accessed 8/26/04). Of that half, a small amount contained triclocarban instead of triclosan. Triclocarban is an analogue of triclosan.
Monday, April 27, 2009
The Return of the Corner Store
It happened Saturday afternoon. The return of the corner store! A privately owned, honest to goodness corner store…not an industrial-cleaner-perfumed 7-cough-11. An independent in a sea Corporate Motherhood.
Quietly and with no fanfare, the shopkeeper hung his shingle, flipped the switch and the neon ‘open’ sign flickered to life.
I grew up with Wong’s Confectionery and Bartle’s Drugs, Yee’s and Plummer’s Hardware, too. Right there on my corner, just a half a block from my house. Above Wong’s there was Dr. Dillenburg’s office, the neighborhood GP who still made house calls.
That corner was a very special place in the neighborhood, a place for day to day needs, a gathering place, a hang out, a clearing house of information and a primo location for yelling, “olly olly oxen free” at the end of a neighborhood wide game of hide and seek.
There weren’t any laws preventing the sale of cigarettes to minors but Mr. & Mrs. Wong and the Yee’s simply wouldn’t sell them to kids anyway, at least not without a note from their parents (whom they all knew) and could spot a forgery a mile away.
Parents would send their kids out the door clenching a dollar, or five, on a mission for late Saturday-morning-what’s-for-lunch-fixins, and a little candy on the side…you could drop by for a quick stop that dispenses what 7-11 does not. The cures for what ails you - bread that needs chewing, conversation, stinky cheeses, a bit of gossip, non-neon mustard, an eagle eye on your child and real coffee …
An environmentally friendly alternative to firing up the Mall Assault Vehicle to lumber across town to the big green box to park and walk further than you live from the corner from for a simple jug of milk or a dozen eggs…we welcome you, corner store!
Helping build community, hat’s off to the corner store!
A chance to leave your damn car at home and stop in for a little something you didn’t know you needed. Never know who you might run into (and didn’t knock down), and what you might find out. Better than the bulletin board at the mall or the latest twitternet. By a long shot.
Quietly and with no fanfare, the shopkeeper hung his shingle, flipped the switch and the neon ‘open’ sign flickered to life.
I grew up with Wong’s Confectionery and Bartle’s Drugs, Yee’s and Plummer’s Hardware, too. Right there on my corner, just a half a block from my house. Above Wong’s there was Dr. Dillenburg’s office, the neighborhood GP who still made house calls.
That corner was a very special place in the neighborhood, a place for day to day needs, a gathering place, a hang out, a clearing house of information and a primo location for yelling, “olly olly oxen free” at the end of a neighborhood wide game of hide and seek.
There weren’t any laws preventing the sale of cigarettes to minors but Mr. & Mrs. Wong and the Yee’s simply wouldn’t sell them to kids anyway, at least not without a note from their parents (whom they all knew) and could spot a forgery a mile away.
Parents would send their kids out the door clenching a dollar, or five, on a mission for late Saturday-morning-what’s-for-lunch-fixins, and a little candy on the side…you could drop by for a quick stop that dispenses what 7-11 does not. The cures for what ails you - bread that needs chewing, conversation, stinky cheeses, a bit of gossip, non-neon mustard, an eagle eye on your child and real coffee …
An environmentally friendly alternative to firing up the Mall Assault Vehicle to lumber across town to the big green box to park and walk further than you live from the corner from for a simple jug of milk or a dozen eggs…we welcome you, corner store!
Helping build community, hat’s off to the corner store!
A chance to leave your damn car at home and stop in for a little something you didn’t know you needed. Never know who you might run into (and didn’t knock down), and what you might find out. Better than the bulletin board at the mall or the latest twitternet. By a long shot.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Discovery and Comfort
The other day I did not have the energy to cook supper, so I headed on down to one of the local links of a large sandwich chain for some convenient and healthy, fast food.
“Welcome to SubStandard, may I take your order?”
“uh yeah, I’d like a large Traditional Sandwich please”
“White, Whole Wheat, Honey Nut, Chappatis or 17 Ancient Grain bread?
“White please”
“Would you like Roast beef, Turkey or Ham?”
“ummm all of them please”
“Cheddar?”
“yes please”
“Swiss?”
“OK”
“or Mozzerella?”
“uh…well..cheddar then.”
“Black olives?”
“Sure”
“Lettuce?”
“yup”
“Tomato?”
“Why not?”
“red onions?”
“ya”
“pickles?”
“uh-huh”
“sliced, diced…raw or sautéed?”
“grr, sliced and sautéed please”
“Shrimp or Crab?”
“no thanks”
“Bacon?”
“check”
“Ranch, Italian, Balsamic or Low-Cal Thai Soy Teriyaki dressing?”
“Italian”
“Hot Peppers?”
“not much tradition around here is there?”
“Pardon?”
“Yes…peppers”
“anything else?”
“no…anything else?”
“No”
“are you sure? Did you want to add a drink or fries?”
“No Thanks…..uh…that will be $12.50 please”
What a disappointment. Not only did that exchange at the drive through window take nearly as much time and certainly as much effort as selecting a dinner menu at home, it once again robbed me of comfort and discovery.
What a comfort it was as a child, teenager and now adult to head out to your favorite burger joint or restaurant and order up that traditional dish…you know the one. That’s why we ordered it…it was the best in its class and had a taste all its own, if we wanted a culinary adventure we’d go where they made something else. I don’t want to stress about how it’s made…I just want the comfort of my favorite dish. I have trusted The Colonel’s choice of herbs and spices for a long time now and am not gonna mess with it now. I’d like a burger like you make it ‘cuz that’s the way I like it.
What a discovery it was to unearth that first Big Mac…Teen Burger….ahhh the sheer joy of experiencing the taste of that special Ethiopian dish in a place that only you and a few friends know about. My diet might get pretty boring if I alone were the sole arbiter of what gets slapped onto my culinary palette.
In an al a carte world we run the risk of losing our sense of discovery. Would the Eagles or The Grateful Dead made as much impact in the music world as they did if I-Tunes were their introductory distribution method?
Rather than simply cherry picking the singles we were presented with the Christmas morning-like anticipation of listening to the deeper cuts every time we ventured out to the record store.
In life we can’t always choose each detail of every experience and that’s a good thing…give me what you’ve got and I’ll savor each new discovery and horizon with gusto and take comfort in their rediscovery.
“Welcome to SubStandard, may I take your order?”
“uh yeah, I’d like a large Traditional Sandwich please”
“White, Whole Wheat, Honey Nut, Chappatis or 17 Ancient Grain bread?
“White please”
“Would you like Roast beef, Turkey or Ham?”
“ummm all of them please”
“Cheddar?”
“yes please”
“Swiss?”
“OK”
“or Mozzerella?”
“uh…well..cheddar then.”
“Black olives?”
“Sure”
“Lettuce?”
“yup”
“Tomato?”
“Why not?”
“red onions?”
“ya”
“pickles?”
“uh-huh”
“sliced, diced…raw or sautéed?”
“grr, sliced and sautéed please”
“Shrimp or Crab?”
“no thanks”
“Bacon?”
“check”
“Ranch, Italian, Balsamic or Low-Cal Thai Soy Teriyaki dressing?”
“Italian”
“Hot Peppers?”
“not much tradition around here is there?”
“Pardon?”
“Yes…peppers”
“anything else?”
“no…anything else?”
“No”
“are you sure? Did you want to add a drink or fries?”
“No Thanks…..uh…that will be $12.50 please”
What a disappointment. Not only did that exchange at the drive through window take nearly as much time and certainly as much effort as selecting a dinner menu at home, it once again robbed me of comfort and discovery.
What a comfort it was as a child, teenager and now adult to head out to your favorite burger joint or restaurant and order up that traditional dish…you know the one. That’s why we ordered it…it was the best in its class and had a taste all its own, if we wanted a culinary adventure we’d go where they made something else. I don’t want to stress about how it’s made…I just want the comfort of my favorite dish. I have trusted The Colonel’s choice of herbs and spices for a long time now and am not gonna mess with it now. I’d like a burger like you make it ‘cuz that’s the way I like it.
What a discovery it was to unearth that first Big Mac…Teen Burger….ahhh the sheer joy of experiencing the taste of that special Ethiopian dish in a place that only you and a few friends know about. My diet might get pretty boring if I alone were the sole arbiter of what gets slapped onto my culinary palette.
In an al a carte world we run the risk of losing our sense of discovery. Would the Eagles or The Grateful Dead made as much impact in the music world as they did if I-Tunes were their introductory distribution method?
Rather than simply cherry picking the singles we were presented with the Christmas morning-like anticipation of listening to the deeper cuts every time we ventured out to the record store.
In life we can’t always choose each detail of every experience and that’s a good thing…give me what you’ve got and I’ll savor each new discovery and horizon with gusto and take comfort in their rediscovery.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Earth Day, No Guilt. Today, I’ll be headed out on a purely recreational, fossil fueled, hit the open road, motorcycle tour. I’m burning gasoline today ‘cuz…Dude…Surf’s Up! It makes sense to ride today, it’s gonna be 24 degrees today and it will be the first awesome day this year for a scoot.
In July, 2001, 14 firefighters were trapped in a canyon of the Okanogan National Forest in Washington State when a 100-acre wildfire that had been nearly extinguished the night before came back to life. The helicopter that was scheduled to scoop water from the nearby Chewuch River and drop it on the sleeping embers at 10 a.m. didn't arrive until 3 p.m. when the wildfire was roaring out of control and the firefighters were scurrying for their lives. It did not make any sense at all that four young firefighters didn't make it out. Shortly after the fire passed, firefighters learned that the helicopter's five-hour delay was due to the presence in the Chewuch River of three species of so-called endangered fish, which U.S. Forest Service officials were afraid might be harmed by the water-scooping helicopter.
I am all about environmental protection; I’ve changed all my light bulbs to CFL and LED. Most days a bicycle is my primary transportation and I use public transit when it makes sense.
There it is…the nut…”when it makes sense”.
It makes sense to show my sweetheart, at least in some small way, that I love her every day. When I do, she seems to do the same in kind. Funny how that works. Last night it made sense to forgo hockey (Boston wasn't playing anyway) and to not put up a fight when she wanted to cuddle and watch 90210 In the end we got "sidetracked" and neither one of us ended up watching TV at all.
Don’t get me wrong, Earth Day, like Valentine’s Day, is a way of focusing for a moment on something that we don’t usually pay attention to, but is no substitute for a shift in our thinking.
Earth Day. If Hallmark has a card for it, like Valentine’s Day, I won’t buy it either.
Once you have adopted a daily common sense lifestyle, Earth Day, like Earth Hour, becomes just another passing moment.
In July, 2001, 14 firefighters were trapped in a canyon of the Okanogan National Forest in Washington State when a 100-acre wildfire that had been nearly extinguished the night before came back to life. The helicopter that was scheduled to scoop water from the nearby Chewuch River and drop it on the sleeping embers at 10 a.m. didn't arrive until 3 p.m. when the wildfire was roaring out of control and the firefighters were scurrying for their lives. It did not make any sense at all that four young firefighters didn't make it out. Shortly after the fire passed, firefighters learned that the helicopter's five-hour delay was due to the presence in the Chewuch River of three species of so-called endangered fish, which U.S. Forest Service officials were afraid might be harmed by the water-scooping helicopter.
I am all about environmental protection; I’ve changed all my light bulbs to CFL and LED. Most days a bicycle is my primary transportation and I use public transit when it makes sense.
There it is…the nut…”when it makes sense”.
It makes sense to show my sweetheart, at least in some small way, that I love her every day. When I do, she seems to do the same in kind. Funny how that works. Last night it made sense to forgo hockey (Boston wasn't playing anyway) and to not put up a fight when she wanted to cuddle and watch 90210 In the end we got "sidetracked" and neither one of us ended up watching TV at all.
Don’t get me wrong, Earth Day, like Valentine’s Day, is a way of focusing for a moment on something that we don’t usually pay attention to, but is no substitute for a shift in our thinking.
Earth Day. If Hallmark has a card for it, like Valentine’s Day, I won’t buy it either.
Once you have adopted a daily common sense lifestyle, Earth Day, like Earth Hour, becomes just another passing moment.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Camping Porn
Did I hear that right; RV dealers want financial aid from my tax dollars? Give me a break, that request makes as much sense to me as a bailout for the porn industry. I can just about get my head around an auto bailout if I restrict my thinking to the ideas that personal vehicles are an everyday necessity for nearly everyone in today’s society and that the number of jobs affected in the Big Three’s plants and downstream distribution and service networks is quite significant. If I mantra to myself “Many Essential Auto Jobs” over and over again I can just get past the over inflated wage and benefit packages brokered and now demanded by union powers, but RV dealers…come on.
A ballpark figure, taken from GO RVing Canada, is that there are about 350 RV dealers nationwide. If you consider that each one may have an average of 8 employees, 3 of which are mechanics plus 2 parts guys whose jobs won’t be threatened by lack of new sales (and might even be bolstered due to increased used RV service requirements) and that the vast majority of RV dealers also sell many other leisure products (snowmobiles, quads, motorcycles etc) and provide an array of other services (storage, service, etc.) we are considering a total of maybe 800 jobs lost across Canada if not one single new RV gets sold past today.
Let’s face it, most of today’s RV’s are “camping porn”. Double slide out, hardwood and tile floored, plasma satellite TV equipped, “camping porn”. In a time when “cutting back” and “eco-friendly” are the lexicons of the day, I can’t seem to work up a tear or a tax dollar for an industry built largely on excess and its “fluffer” salesmakers whose clientele can afford (at any time in history) a “tent to camp in” worth well over $75,000.
Maybe one less Rolex in the family might save the RV industry.
A ballpark figure, taken from GO RVing Canada, is that there are about 350 RV dealers nationwide. If you consider that each one may have an average of 8 employees, 3 of which are mechanics plus 2 parts guys whose jobs won’t be threatened by lack of new sales (and might even be bolstered due to increased used RV service requirements) and that the vast majority of RV dealers also sell many other leisure products (snowmobiles, quads, motorcycles etc) and provide an array of other services (storage, service, etc.) we are considering a total of maybe 800 jobs lost across Canada if not one single new RV gets sold past today.
Let’s face it, most of today’s RV’s are “camping porn”. Double slide out, hardwood and tile floored, plasma satellite TV equipped, “camping porn”. In a time when “cutting back” and “eco-friendly” are the lexicons of the day, I can’t seem to work up a tear or a tax dollar for an industry built largely on excess and its “fluffer” salesmakers whose clientele can afford (at any time in history) a “tent to camp in” worth well over $75,000.
Maybe one less Rolex in the family might save the RV industry.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Canada's OJ?
When Colin Thatcher was convicted of killing his estranged wife Joanne Wilson in 1983 I had just graduated high school and had taken to hanging out at the “Vag”, a bar just down the street from where the murder occurred in Regina. There was little doubt in anybody's mind that if Thatcher didn't beat Wilson and shoot her in the head, then he knew who did. His story was quite a conversation piece among the regulars who dropped by
To put a finer point on it, the common view was that Colin Thatcher had a lot more to do with Wilson's murder than he admitted in public, and that no matter how much he spun what he thinks happened to the woman he clearly hated, he got what he deserved.
Now, Thatcher has written a book on his view of events, and his claim that he was framed. Personally, I don't think he should be allowed to tell his story, especially since he has already been convicted of her murder and already served his time.
I don't think the book is going to be as big of cash cow as Colin think, and that’s why he’s writing it. In the end, the book, much like Thatcher himself, will be riddled with lies, and it will do little to change the minds of those who firmly believe that based on the evidence presented at his trial, he still is, guilty of murder. I hope his story is going to fall on deaf ears.
Is it just me or is Colin Thatcher Canada’s equivalent to O.J. Simpson? Although Simpson was never convicted of the murder of his estranged wife the parallels are clear. Colin Thatcher is merely making a fool out of himself for wanting to write such a book. He's a killer and always will be, unless of course he is able to identify the "real" killer in his book.
I thought there was a law in Canada to prevent people from profiting from their crimes. I could be wrong about that, but if there’s not we should be outraged…there sure should be.
To put a finer point on it, the common view was that Colin Thatcher had a lot more to do with Wilson's murder than he admitted in public, and that no matter how much he spun what he thinks happened to the woman he clearly hated, he got what he deserved.
Now, Thatcher has written a book on his view of events, and his claim that he was framed. Personally, I don't think he should be allowed to tell his story, especially since he has already been convicted of her murder and already served his time.
I don't think the book is going to be as big of cash cow as Colin think, and that’s why he’s writing it. In the end, the book, much like Thatcher himself, will be riddled with lies, and it will do little to change the minds of those who firmly believe that based on the evidence presented at his trial, he still is, guilty of murder. I hope his story is going to fall on deaf ears.
Is it just me or is Colin Thatcher Canada’s equivalent to O.J. Simpson? Although Simpson was never convicted of the murder of his estranged wife the parallels are clear. Colin Thatcher is merely making a fool out of himself for wanting to write such a book. He's a killer and always will be, unless of course he is able to identify the "real" killer in his book.
I thought there was a law in Canada to prevent people from profiting from their crimes. I could be wrong about that, but if there’s not we should be outraged…there sure should be.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Pirates vs Ninjas
In the historical terms, a battle of pirates and ninjas would probably be more evenly matched than it is today. Flintlock muskets and cannon were more effective than shuriken and smoke bombs, indicating that the pirates would have an advantage in ranged warfare, but katana are deadlier than cutlasses, and martial arts skills gave the ninjas an edge up close. Ninjas were experts at stealth and deception; pirates were generally bigger and more straightforward. Ninjas have the edge in flying and stabbing, pirates excel at sailing and hacking. These are all legitimate, accurate hypotheses that unfortunately solve nothing. The debate usually ends up with both parties resigning themselves to the belief that the ninja would win if he had the element of surprise or in close-quarters combat, while the pirate would win a straight-up fight to the death, especially if he had plenty of space to work in.
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