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We get letters

What was at first a trickle has now become something of a flood. A few weeks ago my wife got a mailing from a right wing organization of some sort. These things happen, and we assumed it was just an anomaly. However, since then missives from the right wingers have been appearing with ever more frequency. Along with solicitations from candidates, she was also invited to stop the ACLU dead in its tracks. Today it was Sharron Angle and David Vitter, leading me to conclude that she has somehow found her way onto a fairly extreme, if not exclusive, mailing list.

This is all something of a mystery, but it does give us a chance, however petty and trivial, to cost these groups just a little bit of money. The return envelopes are all prepaid, so she just seals them up and senda them back, sans contents of any kind.

Lest anyone suspect, I am sure my wife has not gone over to the dark side. She has not behaved peculiarly in any way, and she still sputters with outrage whenever Jon Stewart strains to show some sort of equivalence between Obama and the Republicans.

I should probably actually read these mailings, but I can’t bring myself to do so. Why raise your blood pressure to no end?


Art on Groton Bank

Art on Groton Bank will be returning to, where else, Groton Bank on July 17th. Details in the circular attached below. Below are some pictues I took at a previous year’s event. If you’ve never been to Groton, it’s an opportunity to buy some arts and/or crafts and to see the only real Revolutionary War battlefield in Connecticut, where our Benedict Arnold led British Brothers massacred the fort’s defenders after they had surrendered. The monument itself is undergoing renovations, and I don’t know if you’re allowed to climb to the top, but if you can it’s worth doing, if you’re physically capable. Quite a view up there.

Fort Griswold Monument

Fort Griswold


The Bill Library from the top of the monument

Art on Bank founder, Audrey Heard

Here’s the announcement:

Attached is the press release.

Art on Groton Bank Press Release

New London escapes the rain

Last night we went to a friend’s house to view the New London Sailfest fireworks. She lives quite close to Fort Griswold, the ideal place, on this side of the river, to view the display. The fact that they happened at all was a bit of a miracle. All day the forecast was for rain, but all day, according to Weatherbug’s maps, New London and Groton appeared to occupy a privileged point, with rain all around us, but never falling on us. In truth, there were a couple of drops at various points in the day, but despite forecasts of a 93% chance of rain, we got nary a drop during the fireworks. From a selfish point of view it worked out great, the forecasts held down the crowds, so we didn’t have to wait so long for the traffic to clear after it was over.

I took the video below from the eastern section of the Fort Griswold grounds. Every once in a while you can see the flag flying at the fort, lit up by the rocket’s red (or white, blue, or green) glare.

Fireworks appear to be far more scientific than they once were . This display consisted entirely, it seemed to me, of fireworks launched in tandem, which exploded in nearly identical bursts. All well and good, but for reasons I refuse to countenance as valid (assuming they exist) gone are those occasional and deeply satisfying ear splitting, window shaking, infant scaring booms that used to be a regular feature of a good fireworks display. Presumably, they have gotten even the noise under control.

I had to cut this down to less than 10 minutes to fit youtube’s requirements, but the fact is that I only had to cut about five minutes, and I filmed almost the whole thing.


Hope for the rest of us

According to the New York Times, the rich are defaulting on their mortgages at a greater rate than the rest of us:

The housing bust that began among the working class in remote subdivisions and quickly progressed to the suburban middle class is striking the upper class in privileged enclaves like this one in Silicon Valley.

Whether it is their residence, a second home or a house bought as an investment, the rich have stopped paying the mortgage at a rate that greatly exceeds the rest of the population.

More than one in seven homeowners with loans in excess of a million dollars are seriously delinquent, according to data compiled for The New York Times by the real estate analytics firm CoreLogic.

By contrast, homeowners with less lavish housing are much more likely to keep writing checks to their lender. About one in 12 mortgages below the million-dollar mark is delinquent.

Though it is hard to prove, the CoreLogic data suggest that many of the well-to-do are purposely dumping their financially draining properties, just as they would any sour investment.

“The rich are different: they are more ruthless,” said Sam Khater, CoreLogic’s senior economist.

No doubt this means that stiffing the bank will soon become a patriotic act. Who knows, Congress may feel some pressure to rethink it’s bankruptcy position.Certainly there was no reason to let the riff-raff be able to do a cram down on their hovels, like the rich have always been able to do on second homes. But if this article is true, it puts the issue in a whole new light.


Friday Night Music

It’s hot out there. Watch them all, or sample.

Summertime, first Janis, then Ella.

You need to be a certain age to remember this one: Mungo Jerry, In the Summertime.

No live versions from the Lovin’ Spoonful, but Joe Cocker does a great job on Summer in the City.

And finally, it really is Too Darn Hot, though I really think this fellow would burn fewer calories pitching the woo than he does in this clip. This is the 2002 UK cast of Kiss Me Kate.

UPDATE: I forgot this:


George Bush is overrated

Despite attempts by some die hards to salvage his faded glory, George Bush’s reputation, at least among historians, is not good. According to a poll of presidential historians, George W. Bush is the fifth worst president ever. I would like to demur. George is being deprived of his due, in my humble opinion. There’s no way that there were four presidents worse than him. The historians have missed the mark.

Perhaps it’s the criteria employed, such as intelligence (George rises to second worst on that score), some of which are not only subjective (e.g., communication ability), given that we don’t, for instance, have IQ scores available, but fail to take the times into account. In fact, some, like “communication ability” have almost no relevance to the early presidents.

I would suggest that the most important criteria, also perhaps subjective, for judging the worst should be this: which president did the most harm.

Now, this criteria does disadvantage modern presidents, but I think that’s fair. Sure Pierce and Buchanan were horrible presidents, bit they governed at a time of strong Congresses, weak presidents, and a fairly limited range available for presidential harm. Sure, they stood by and let things come to a head, civil war wise, but the sad fact is that the war was going to come, whatever they did and had they tried to do anything we would today consider laudable, they would merely have hastened the war. They caused no harm, though they may have hastened it or been blind to its inevitable coming.

Bush, on the other hand, was perhaps the most powerful president in history. He got virtually every piece of legislation he wanted, except the destruction of social security. He arrogated gobs of power to himself, with virtually no legislative pushback. No one stood in his way. He bestrode the world like a Colossus, and then shit on it He wreaked destruction on constitutional norms, norms of international law, the national and world economies, and the country of Iraq, and that’s just naming the big stuff. When you delve into the small stuff (relatively speaking)-stacking the bureaucracy with corporate flunkies, politicizing the Justice Department, etc, you find that he wreaked destruction wherever he trod. Given the world wide scope and the all pervasiveness of the harm he caused, and the enormity of that harm, one must conclude that he is at least the second worst president ever.

The only reasonable contender to grab the laurels from him is Andrew Johnson. Johnson was a staunch Union man from a Southern state. That’s why he was chosen as vice president in 1864, perhaps the worst decision Lincoln ever made, because Johnson was also a thoroughgoing racist. It is possible, just possible, that had he not attempted to obstruct Reconstruction at every turn, the history of the races in this country might have been different. But I doubt it. There were powerful forces at work that would, inevitably, have handed the South back to the racists. At worst, Johnson merely hastened that day.

Bush did it all by himself. He was not the catspaw of historical forces. He was not swept along by events. He blithely took the lead, and let the country and the world to perdition. So in my book, while Andy Johnson certainly merits consideration, Bush takes the palm. Worst ever.


Feeling empathy

Too hot to think.

Now I know what it’s like to be a Republican.


The Glorious Fourth

My wife is a member of the Groton Federation of Democratic Women. Every year that illustrious group (average age 75, my wife is a youngster) sponsors a “float” (read: decorated truck) at the annual Groton Fourth of July Parade. Being unqualified for membership in that august organization, I am unable to man (woman?) the float, but I do come along to help get things ready.

This year, my main job was giving Barack Obama a spine. I explained to my wife, who defends him with the tenacity of a bull dog, that he really did need one. Even she admitted she wondered whether he would “bend with the wind”. As you can see below, I did in fact implant the spine, consisting of the Groton sign from the recent convention, which, along with a liberal use of duct tape did the trick and kept him standing tall throughout the parade, as you can see in the second picture.

I am informed he was generally well received by the crowd. Here are some of the ladies broiling in the sun, doing yeowoman’s work for the Democrats:

This year’s Grand Marshal was Barbara Tarbox, seen below, our newly retired Town Clerk, and faithful Drinking Liberally liberal drinker.

Part of my job is to take pictures, meaning I have to actually watch the parade, a much more onerous duty than participating in it. This year I had yet another new camera (believe me, I have a perfectly good rationale for getting it) to fool around with, so that helped relieve the boredom. Now, I think I can claim to be at least a competent photographer, but I freely admit that my skills as a cinematographer are sadly lacking. Nonetheless, I decided to try my hand at film, and boil the parade down to its essence by removing all the boring parts. Herewith what remains, almost eight minutes out of roughly two hours of tedium. I have removed, as it says in the unreadable opening title, all the firetrucks, ambulances, cops, politicians, and old people in cars, along with a lot of other truly boring stuff. Among the lowlights that never even made it into the camera, not to mention the cutting room floor, was the tea party contingent.

A reasonable argument can be made that this video is still too long by about 7 minutes, but in my humble opinion parades, especially Fourth of July parades, should feature marching bands, particularly fife and drum corps, so that’s what you’re getting, along with the Flock Theatre, which always put on a wonderfully bizarre show, and the Society for Creative Antiquity, about which the same can be said.

I’m pretty happy, by the way, with the performance of the camera, an Olympus EP-1. It’s primarily a camera, but takes decent video, though the “continuous focus” mode is sometimes a bit slow on the uptake.

UPDATE: A commenter pointed out that I misidentified the Society for Creative Anachronism. I can only plead fatigue.


Michael Steele does the Unforgiveable

Poor Michael Steele.

Throughout his tenure as RNC Chair he has earned a reputation for saying things that are both untrue AND politically embarrassing for the Republicans. That combination has made his tenure uncertain, since while Republicans have no problem with spreading untruths, they prefer to make political capital from them.

How ironic then, that Steele may have self administered the coup de grace by delivering himself of a statement that was mostly true, yet even more politically embarrassing for that very reason.

Steele came here to our little section of Groton (I was not invited, for reasons I can’t fathom) and made two points. The first was that the Afghanistan conflict was a “war of Obama’s choosing” and the second was to the effect that the war was unwinnable, something, he said, any student of history should realize.

The members of his party are calling for his head, not so much for the first statement, which is arguably inaccurate, but for the second, which is absolutely true.

As a matter of historical fact Obama did not start the conflict in Afghanistan. But he did choose to prove his tough guy credentials during his presidential campaign by declaring that it was, in effect, the “good war” and that he would win it, whatever that means in context, if elected. It was one of the two or three promises he made that I devoutly hoped he would discard once elected, but along with his other sop to the ignorant, support for off shore drilling, he has kept that promise, or tried to do so, to his and our detriment.

That’s the assertion for which Steele is taking heat from the press, because as a matter of concrete fact, he is wrong. In a broader sense, he’s right.

But, as I said, it is his claim that the war cannot be won that most riles his fellow Republicans. The proper formulation, according to them, is that the war can be won, but not by Obama, thereby implying that we must remain in that god forsaken hell hole, pouring borrowed money into a losing effort (no problem with non-stimulative deficit spending for this worthy cause), until at least 2013, when they fantasize Obama will be replaced by a Republican, who will then proceed to “win”. For the sin of speaking truth on this point, Steele may well lose his job.

So, let us pause for a moment of silence for poor Michael Steele, a career of lying destroyed by a single moment of truth.

Friday Night Fourth of July Music-And More!

This goes up early, since we have company coming.

This being the Fourth of July Weekend, it’s only appropriate that we feature our National Anthem, in this case memorably performed by Marvin Gaye:

Now, if you think Marvin drew that out a bit, he can’t hold a candle to the late Bleeding Gums Murphy, who performed the song on the Simpsons:

I understand that Bleeding Gums actually had an edge on Marvin in terms of drawing out the song, since he had access to the missing verses discussed here: