Archive for March, 2008

Do Spare a Thought…

Tuesday, March 4th, 2008

…for our good blogger friend Alan Sullivan at Seablogger, will you?

…in my heart of hearts, I think the end game has arrived. I shall see Dr. D. on Wednesday, and we will decide whether to try treatment or call in hospice.

Alan, if it’s here, we’ll do what we can to keep your memory alive. If not, we’re ready to hear and broadcast what you have to say next.

Do take the time to peruse his archives, if this is a fresh trail for you.

Update 3/4/08: And another for Rick’s Dad.

I don’t know either one of these gentlemen personally so am not fit to comment on their personalities or disposition. But I already have a mental note to seriously consider adding to the growing list of Things I Doubt, this time-honored and seldom-challenged notion that cancer and other beasties delight in visiting themselves on the nasty and toxic curmudgeons, carefully avoiding those of us who think more positively.

There seems to be a quickening in this recurring nightmare of our most loving, jovial and spiritually uplifting friends and relatives slipping into depressing medical misadventures, expected and otherwise. And the nastier specimens like myself, not quite so inclined to bite our tongues about sentient & non-sentient beings we find to make less-than-perfect sense, keep on — knock on wood — chuggin’ away.

Funny Cats

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

We can watch Obama screw up the world anytime we want. Let’s enjoy some funny cats.

Maybe He’d Better Stick to Hope Change Hope Change Hope Change

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

Cheap Talk

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

Neo-neocon is inspired by He Who Walks On Water and wants to dialog with our enemies, to quote herself on the subject of useless and potentially dangerous talk:

…even therapists must acknowledge that there are times when talking does no good, when therapy is inappropriate, and when the tools of the trade (”the talking cure”) not only don’t work but can be harmful. But Pelosi and Lantos and so many others seem to think of dialogue as something magical and universally appropriate:

…however objectionable, unfair, and inaccurate many of [Ahmadinejad’s] statements are, it is important that we have a dialogue with him.

Why? Why is it important? In order to feel that we are peaceful and good people? In order to empower him to think that we are fools? In order to allow him to buy time while he develops his nuclear weaponry? In order to give him greater prestige in the eyes of the world? In order to afford him propaganda opportunities and photo ops?

You know, the subject of talking actually being dangerous makes me think about the whole WMD argument with Iraq. There are so many people in my face, now that our incumbent President has an approval rating down in the teens somewhere, sneering at me that “IRAQ HAD NO WMD!!!!111!!!!ELEVENTY!!!”

And time after time, all I have to do is calmly ask them just how much time Iraq had to get rid of any WMD they might’ve had lying around, and I get back this deer in the headlights stare. Every time.

It’s like asking someone with a “family history” of supposedly unavoidable obesity, what her grocery shopping list looks like. Or what she had for dinner last night. OOPS. One question. Changes everything.

In Iraq’s case, the answer — presuming Saddam Hussein was a chronic procrastinator, and even that does not seem to be the case — is one hundred eighty-six days. That’s the length of time between President Bush’s “You Guys Are Teetering On The Brink Of Absolute Uselessness” speech to the United Nations, and the actual invasion.

In the space of time between those two events, you know what we did?

We talked.

It ended with France imposing a hard-line veto on the Security Council. America got a bum rap for not “listening” to “allies,” but Saddam got plenty enough time to flush his weed when the cops came a-knockin’ because we made the mistake of doing exactly that. We participated in a dialog. France refused to participate, and for that, I don’t recall France getting a bum rap at all.

That’s the thing about useless talk. It tends to be more than useless; it tends to be dangerous.

And that’s the thing about dialog, compromise, negotiation. The people who insist everyone else is supposed to do it, tend to be the ones who bring it to a screeching halt. And nobody notices.

When Are We Gonna Learn?

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

Last month I had observed…

…political scientists would do well to come up with a name for election cycles like this one, in which one of the candidates manages to plow ahead by being the youngest — therefore, culminating in the inauguration of a new generation. The ramifications are huge…substantial debate, the one thing everybody says they really want, will lose out every time.

It happens on a sixteen year cycle, pretty reliably.

Because they are the political party of feeling-over-thinking, the democrats are the constant beneficiaries of this — also pretty reliably. This has strong appeal for people when you’re in the middle of one of these sixteen-year cycles. You’re young; those old guys are in charge, and they don’t care about you. And here’s some new guy who, while still a little older than you, is much closer to you in age therefore he knows all about your problems.

Put him in. And we’ll have “change.”

It seems to make a lot of sense during one cycle. It looks laughable and silly when you observe a succession of multiple cycles. Well, I happen to like making things look silly when they really are silly, so let’s go.

Obama, 2008. He’s going to change things (H/T: Rick).

Clinton, 1992. He’s going to change things too.

Carter, 1976. A southernor for change.

Kennedy, 1960. He understands the problems of these young West Virginians, and he stands for change.

I honestly don’t know how to explain this thing about people. I don’t completely understand it myself. When we go shopping for houses and cars, we’re so determined to avoid getting ripped off. Salesmen have to be friendly, but they have to be friendly in the right way, because if we think they’re friendly and they resemble us well, but we don’t pick up the right “vibe,” we just get more suspicious.

Then we select someone for the most powerful office on the planet and we’re all just ooh…bright shiny object.

All these issues we say we care about. But every sixteen years the guy who can pull off this “I’m young like you and I can feel your pain” nonsense, is the consistently the guy who discusses those issues the least.

All four of these guys campaigned to end war. All four of them campaigned this way without directly coming out and saying that’s what they would do. Just kind of implying it.

And of the three who have already served, all three of them made war by emboldening our enemies. All three of them, it can be plausibly argued, caused wars to happen that didn’t have to.

And here’s George Bush, the incumbent President, the exterminator, being blamed for the infestation problem in the first place. When we know for a fact the infestation predates his presidency by a good stretch. We know it. Suddenly, millions upon millions of us seriously wonder if the problem isn’t caused by government interference in the first place. Would that we had that hyper-popular spirit of skepticism with some of our social programs!

When are we gonna learn?

Memo For File LVI

Saturday, March 1st, 2008

This week President Bush said something interesting about the democrats who are resisting an extension to the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA).

“I suspect they see a financial gravy train,” Bush said, referring to lawyers pursuing class-action lawsuits against telephone companies who have turned over information to the government.

One indicator that he might be right about that, is that this isn’t the first time we’ve been arguing about this electronic surveillance. The most recent big ol’ melee occurred in early 2006 when former U.S. Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez went up to the hill to testify about it, at which time the Old Gray Lady summarized things in that cool, clear-headed, balanced way she has

Spying on Ordinary Americans
Published: January 18, 2006

In times of extreme fear, American leaders have sometimes scrapped civil liberties in the name of civil protection. It’s only later that the country can see that the choice was a false one and that citizens’ rights were sacrificed to carry out extreme measures that were at best useless and at worst counterproductive. There are enough examples of this in American history – the Alien and Sedition Acts and the World War II internment camps both come to mind – that the lesson should be woven into the nation’s fabric. But it’s hard to think of a more graphic example than President Bush’s secret program of spying on Americans.

I like that headline the best.

Point is, I find it strange that the civil-protection battleground has been left untrampled in this issue until the second month of 2008. That just reeks of quid pro quo, doesn’t it? Okay Mister President, we’ll help you gut the “civil liberties” of “ordinary Americans” like a big bloated fish, just pay us back by opening a hunting season for our friends the trial lawyers.

Because you know what world we democrats live in, Mister President. You know litigation is the one industry we adore. You know these are the “corporations” that, in our world, aren’t “greedy.”

But maybe I’m reading something into it. Maybe there’s a good reason why, in 2006, spying on a cell phone conversation was just-plain-wrong, don’t-do-it, If We Let This Happen The Terrorists Have Already Won — and in 2008 it has nothing to do with principle, instead it’s all about tral lawyers collecting pelts. Maybe there’s a perfectly legitimate explanation.

Or maybe not

As Congress debates giving immunity to phone companies that assisted the government in tracking terrorist communications, trial lawyers prosecuting those phone companies have poured money into the coffers of Democratic senators, representatives and causes.

Court records and campaign contribution data reveal that 66 trial lawyers representing plaintiffs in lawsuits against these phone companies donated at least $1.5 million to Democrats, including 44 current Democratic senators.

All of the trial lawyers combined only contributed $4,250 to Republicans in comparison. Those contributions were made to: Sen. John Cornyn (Tex.), Rep. Tom Davis (Va.), Sen. Lindsay Graham (S.C.), Sen. Mel Martinez, and Sen. Arlen Specter (Pa.).

One maxed-out lawyer donor, Matthew Bergman of Vashon, Washington, has given more than $400,000 in his name to Democrats. In the 2008 cycle alone he donated $78,300 to various campaigns.

Bergman’s law firm’s website says he also specializes in “identifying viable asbestos defendants, locating evidence and developing legal theories to hold offending companies accountable.” In 2004, his firm split a $4.3 billion payout from Halliburton with seven other law firms. $30 million of that was delivered to their firm’s asbestos victim clients.

I think it’s high time we had a serious debating or reckoning about what exactly an “Ordinary American” is. If I’m born in Pakistan to a Jordanian father and a Palestinian mother, grow up in Saudi Arabia, get recruited by Al Qaeda, work my way up in the structure to the point where Osama bin Laden trusts me to do some plotting with other terrorist officers over a cell phone which, while I’m using it in Syria, sends some signals over a network where American telecommunications interests could reveal a record of my calls to the CIA — maybe not getting sued for it — um…does that make me an “Ordinary American” even though I’ve never personally been to America?

It sounds like that should be off-topic from what the squabbling is about. But I don’t see anyone stepping up and saying that.

It seems what they want me to think, is that my civil liberties are in peril. Because Sprint (my carrier) might clue someone in on my text messages and my phone calls. If this is done, I’m told, life will become dreary and gray just like in that 1984 commercial before the girl throws the hammer into the movie screen.

That argument has one glaring problem that is terminal to it. Like all other non-stupid people, I don’t see the cell phone that way. I see it as a public venue. When I send a text message, I see it as a wad of bytes meandering toward someone who is familiar by way of a gazillion and one complete strangers who are not.

Nobody with a reputation worth defending has told me a cell phone call or a text message is equivalent to a face-to-face sitdown in a soundproof, empty room. Not one single time. And so when my sweetie and I are both working our asses off and I need to schedule a “date” by a text message, I get coy. I hint at things. I imply. I wink. And if it’s the day after and the date went extremely well, I save it until I get home. I don’t do pillow talk by way of text message.

For these reasons, I’m resistant to the people who are legitimately concerned about Verizon or Cingular releasing their records to the CIA. Yes, I do think they have something to hide. And as far as the people who are just worked up into a lather about the Government spying on their “private” conversations, I don’t think they’re “ordinary” either.

I think they lack common sense.

Because a genuinely “private” conversation doesn’t belong there.