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Let’s sell hope

The incomparable Krugman points out what many of us in the internet wilderness have said at one time or another :

There’s a powerful political faction in this country that’s determined to draw exactly the wrong lesson from the Katrina debacle — namely, that the government always fails when it attempts to help people in need, so it shouldn’t even try. “I don’t want the people who ran the Katrina cleanup to manage our health care system,” says Mitt Romney, as if the Bush administration’s practice of appointing incompetent cronies to key positions and refusing to hold them accountable no matter how badly they perform — did I mention that Mr. Chertoff still has his job? — were the way government always works.

And I’m not sure that faction is losing the argument. The thing about conservative governance is that it can succeed by failing: when conservative politicians mess up, they foster a cynicism about government that may actually help their cause.

The Democratic candidates can’t win, or can’t govern once they win, unless they push back against this sort of thing. By definition, you can’t push back with timidity. The Republicans have handed the Democrats a perfect opportunity to be the party of optimism and old fashioned American can-doism. How hard could it be to fashion a message around the concept of rebuilding, or better yet, taking back America. At this point, if we aggressively offer hope against a message that implicitly denies the possibility of improvement through sound governance, we can’t lose.

When Dukakis ran for president he started his convention speech with the claim that the election was about competence, not ideology. The message didn’t work then, largely because of the way it was packaged. But packaged right, particularly after eight years of monumental incompetence, it can’t lose. We should be prepared to deliver the steak, but sell the sizzle. Dukakis was all steak.

But this implies an ambitious agenda, not the sort of incrementalism Democrats have pushed in the recent past. We don’t need, for example, to hear about tinkering with the drug benefit; we need to talk about Universal Health Care. How about, for another example, being aggressively in favor of tolerance and human rights, instead of soft pedalling our support for those values. Those things can sell, if packaged right. People are tired of hate. Given the choice they will vote for someone who gives them hope over someone who will tell them that the decline they see all around them is a permanent feature of the American scene.

Portrait of a Decider

Maybe I’ve missed something, but it appears not a single Republican hypocrite has been exposed today. What’s the world coming to? Perhaps it’s the calm before another storm. Ah well, it’s probably be best if the next person to crash and burn waits until after the holiday.

There’s really not much grist for the mill, and I’m not interested in repeating myself, so I’ll confine myself to passing this along:

British artist Jonathan Yeo had every reason to be offended. The Bush Library in Texas had yet again rescinded a commission it had given him to paint a portrait of United States President George W. Bush. In the end, though, the artist decided to go ahead with his artistic portrayal of the 43rd president, even if he wasn’t getting paid for it — and created a portrait of Bush using a collage of pornographic images.

According to Yeo, he did the picture for fun. The article, from Der Spiegel, says that the overseas Republicans are offended that an artist would choose to depict a war criminal and sociopath in such a way. Here’s the picture (click to enlarge).

It actually takes a bit of work to discern the pornographic images. It’s far easier to perceive the obscenity depicted by the sum of those parts.

Seasons changing

Fall starts in a little less than a month, according to the astronomers, but most people would agree that, like summer, autumn starts emotionally about a month ahead of its technical arrival. Like it or not, fall is busting out all over. On the whole, I like it. The only problem with autumn is that it precedes winter.

Fall’s imminence was brought home to us today as we sat on our patio, drinking beer and eating our dinner. We noticed a noise that sounded a little like intermittent rain. It took us a while to realize that it was the sound of acorns falling from a nearby oak tree. Based on an extremely unscientific sample (one tree) and the knowledge that, despite a dry July, we had a fairly wet summer, I make bold to hazard a guess that there will be a plentiful acorn crop this year, followed by an uptick in the squirrel population in the spring.

Our squirrels (not to mention chipmunks and groundhogs) seem to be totally absorbed in finding ways to live off the leavings of the bird feeder. Hopefully, they will now eschew the liberal welfare state, since the acorns are such easy pickings, and start hoarding for the winter. I’d hate to think we two liberal do-gooders had undermined their work ethic and doomed them to the fate of the fabled grasshopper.

Another sure sign of autumn was the result of today’s game between the Red Sox and Yankees. Was there a single Red Sox fan out there who didn’t see this sweep coming? In Redsoxville pride goeth before a fall and fall inevitably bringeth declining pride.

Time for Craig to spend more time with his dog

If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog

Harry Truman

Somewhere, there’s a dog about to be befriended, as Wide Stance Larry Craig has lately learned that Harry had it exactly right. All his old friends, who no doubt knew he was not gay all along, are demanding his resignation. To name a few, there’s John McCain, Norm Coleman, Peter Hoekstra and, in perhaps the most unkindest, if least surprising, cut of all, the Idaho Values Alliance, whose website was until recently festooned with anti-gay articles interspersed with articles praising the not gay senator. Alas, though not from Washington, the Values folks are also not dogs, and they too have abandoned their former friend.

Some of us sitting bemusedly on the side lines are wondering: why haven’t these pillars of rectitude called for the resignation of Diaper Man Senator David Vitter who is apparently really not gay (or at least not exclusively), but has admitted that he frequented prostitutes, an act as illegal as that with which Craig was charged.

I would submit that there are three possible reasons for this disparity in treatment:

1. Republicans believe that illegal sex by a Republican Senator with a person of the opposite sex is okay, while illegal sex (or attempted sex) by a Republican Senator with a person of the same sex is not;

2. Republicans believe that illegal sex by a Republican Senator with any person is sufficient cause to call for a Republican Senator’s resignation, if and only if that Senator can be replaced by a person appointed by a Republican governor.

3. Both of the above.

It is, perhaps, not in our power to determine the answer with certainty. For myself, I incline toward answer 2, inasmuch as it is most consistent with the most predominant character trait of your Republicanas Not Gayus Americanus: Rank Hypocrisy.

Postscript: It should be understood, of course, that the criteria for resignation outlined above apply only to Republican officeholders. We can be sure that our Republican friends would call for the head of any Democrat unlucky enough to just wander into a men’s room while a Republican was tap dancing in one of the stalls.

For myself, I think Craig should stay in office. If it’s okay for the Attorney General to torture innocent people, it should be okay for a Senator to have a little casual sex in a men’s room. Fair’s fair.

Internet mystery

Now that I am using WordPress, I can view something called “Incoming Links” in the control panel (Dashboard) that is the first window I see after I log on. Is there anyone out there who knows how this works, or what it means?

I thought it had something to do with folks linking to me, but this article on religion by Spazeboy (with whose sentiments I heartily agree) does not link to me at all, yet it appears on my dashboard as an incoming link.

If anyone can enlighten me on this I’d really appreciate it.

An Earthshaking Question: Should the RTM be abolished?

This post will be of interest, if at all, to my readers in Groton.

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m a member of the Groton Charter Revision Commission. We are charged with suggesting changes to the Groton Charter.

At our next meeting (September 10th) we will be voting on whether the Representative Town Meeting (RTM) should be abolished. I invite any Groton residents with opinions on the issue, pro or con, to send an email to me with their thoughts. Click on contact me in the upper right hand corner of the home page.

If I were charged with creating a charter from scratch for Groton, I doubt that I’d create an RTM. When the charter was adopted in 1957 it replaced a system in which actual town meetings still played a part. The RTM was designed to take the place of the town meeting. While I probably would not include an RTM if I were writing on a blank slate, one can’t ignore history, and the probably outcome if one took such a step in isolation, so I’m against abolishing the RTM.

In my opinion, the RTM has worked fairly well. The RTM is truly representative, sometimes to a fault. There are some excellent, highly intelligent people in it, and there are some who occupy the lower regions of the IQ continuum. As in life, however, so with the RTM-the most capable members tend to wield the greatest amount of influence. The minority representation requirement prevents domination by any well organized faction, including, unfortunately, factions with which one might agree.

The overall result is of a piece with the rest of the system here in Groton. We have competent, if unimaginative government institutionally skewed toward what is often called fiscal conservatism, but not so much as to utterly destroy good government or the school system. I’ve been living in Groton for thirty years, and in all that time there’s been no hint of corruption in town government. Our tax rate is low compared to surrounding towns. Our schools are better than pedestrian, which is about average for this area, at least that’s my impression.

The major function of the RTM is to serve as yet another brake on spending, since it can reduce line items in the budget by a mere majority vote, while it takes a super majority to restore funds cut by the council. I was on the RTM for one term, and I believe the body, as a whole, took its role seriously. I was on the education committee, and I attended every budget meeting of the Board of Education, along with all the other committee members, so we could get a good understanding of the Board’s budget. Other committees boned up on their own jurisdictional areas. Overall, our votes were fairly well informed.

The push to abolish the RTM is a precursor to a call for the institution of a budget referendum. The result would be replacing a flawed system in which the decision makers are reasonably well informed and fairly representative of the citizenry with a system in which the decision makers are poorly informed and, due to the dynamics of referendum votes, unrepresentative of the citizenry.

To be clear on the last point, referendum votes are held in the summer. Many people are unaware they are even happening. Turnout tends to be low, dominated by the highly motivated “cut my taxes at any price, particularly cut the school budget because I don’t have kids anymore” type of voter. A very small minority of voters can effectively control the budget process.

At some point, as time goes on, I may elaborate on my objections to budget referenda. Suffice to say at this point that government is about outcomes, and the outcomes of referenda tend to be destructive. Witness the state of California, which has been almost destroyed by referendums.

That’s my take on it in any event. I’d be interested in hearing from anyone on either side of the RTM issue. I will pass on any communications I get, without editorial comment, to the entire Commission.

For the record

I can’t let the moment pass without saying a sincere “good riddance” to Alberto Gonzales.

One more down, so many more to go.

Yet another gay Republican hypocrite

I have now learned more than I really ever wanted to know about Senator Larry Craig’s sexual habits and preferences and the rituals by which sad and sordid people like him pursue their pleasures. As you may have heard today, he recently pled guilty to a charge of disorderly conduct, which conduct consisted of trying to pick up an undercover cop in a men’s room. Among other things, this incident proves beyond doubt that Republican poiticians should avoid men’s rooms. The short story, from the Times:

Senator Larry E. Craig, Republican of Idaho, pleaded guilty to a disorderly conduct charge earlier this month after his arrest in June by an undercover police officer in a men’s bathroom at the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport.

A second charge of interference with privacy against the 62-year-old senator was dismissed. Mr. Craig was fined more than $500 at the Aug. 8 proceedings and was placed on unsupervised probation for one year. His 10-day jail sentence was suspended, according to a copy of a court document in the case.

According to a police report obtained by Roll Call, the Capitol Hill newspaper that disclosed the episode and guilty plea today, a plainclothes police officer investigating complaints of sexual activity in the bathroom arrested the senator on June 11 after what the officer described as sexual advances made by Mr. Craig from an adjoining stall.

Roll Call reported that the officer said Mr. Craig tapped his foot as a signal to engage in lewd conduct, brushed his foot against the investigator’s and waved his hand under the stall divider several times before the officer showed him his badge. After his arrest, the senator denied any sexual intent and in a statement issued this afternoon he attributed the matter to a misunderstanding.

Craig claims it was all a misunderstanding, but it appears to be consistent with an MO documented by this intrepid gay blogger last year.

As per usual in these cases, it is all a misunderstanding:

At the time of this incident, I complained to the police that they were misconstruing my actions,” Mr. Craig said in a statement. “I was not involved in any inappropriate conduct.“

I should have had the advice of counsel in resolving this matter. In hindsight, I should not have pled guilty. I was trying to handle this matter myself quickly and expeditiously.”

Right.

Need you ask whether Craig has a virulently anti-gay voting record? No, you needn’t and yes he does. Another day, another Republican hypocrite.

I must admit that if the guy in the stall next to me engaged in such behavior, at least at first I’d simply be bewildered. To complete the thought I started with, I really didn’t need to know all the moves in the men’s room mating dance (Documented in more detail here, for the curious). Wouldn’t you think a Senator could find somewhere a little more private for his sexual encounters or is the squalid nature of the setting part of the thrill? Maybe one of my Republican readers can fill us in.

My escape from New York

Just a little over a week ago I was on the losing end of an encounter with a turtle in the relative wilds of Vermont.

I would have faced a thousand turtles to avoid my experiences today, when I voluntarily undertook the task of driving my son and half his worldly possessions to his new apartment in Brooklyn. New York is a wonderful place, but one should go by train, bus, ferry or horseback. To me, driving into New York is a little like descending into Hades. Like Orpheus, I made the descent reluctantly; like the damned in Dante’s poem, I abandoned hope when entering.

We left at 6:00 in the morning, station wagon packed with stuff, mapquest directions in hand. Neither of us had ever seen our destination before. On the trip out I duly noted that just South of the exit to the Merritt Parkway, due to construction in both directions, I-95 narrowed to one lane in both directions. At 7:15 in the morning it wasn’t a problem, but I decided then that prudence dictated a return trip on the Merritt.

With my son as co-pilot (God refused to make the trip-I was going to hell after all) I managed to get to our destination, but it was then that the fun began. The other half of his worldly possessions were in storage, which we proceeded to retrieve. He swore to all the gods that the stuff had all fit in his friend’s small sedan when he originally stored it. Apparently, it had divided and multiplied since then, because we were soon careening through the unfamiliar streets of Brooklyn, every inch of our capacious station wagon crammed with stuff, with no rear vision and my right mirror obscured by the guitar on my son’s lap. We managed to grope our way back to his apartment, when (apparently even the damned have some good luck) we actually found a parking space in front of his building.

Again, like Orpheus, I found the trip back harder than the descent. Navigating solo the highways around New York, surrounded by maniac natives, is not my idea of a good time. I had my mapquest directions, but was well aware that if I made one false move I’d be stuck in the bowels of New York, or whatever god forsaken borough I was passing through. Unlike Orpheus I didn’t look back, and I made it out, to the relative purgatory of the Merritt Parkway.

Resurrection is a wonderful experience, but even better is the perverse pleasure one feels when enjoying the misfortunes of others. The Germans call it schadenfreude, I believe. Such were my feelings as, after leaving the Merritt I tooled North on 95. Across the divider, I observed south bound 1-95, a virtual parking lot from Milford to New London. In my imagination, I observed the northbound folks who were stretched from the New York border to Milford, waiting to enter the funnel I had observed in the morning and avoided this afternoon. Suddenly, life was good.

Despite this uplifting end to my journey, I arrived home physically drained and even more mentally dead than usual. For today at least, I will not inflict my vain (political) ravings on a largely indifferent world.

PS: For more mundane reasons, light or no posting tomorrow as well. The Charter Revision Commission has a meeting tomorrow, and I must do my duty.

Mini Elvis Concert

From the Seventies

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to the Zeros, or thereabouts

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You didn’t think I meant that other Elvis, did you?