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U.S. Secretary of the Treasury Henry Paulson, Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke, Securities and Exchange Commission Chairman Christopher Cox, and Director of the Federal Housing Finance Agency James Lockhart III testify on the federal economic bailout plan before the Senate Banking Committee.

John Simon, the famous literary, theater and film critic, and self-proclaimed elitist, had this to say about democracy:

“Democracy encourages the majority to decide things about which the majority is ignorant.”

Couldn’t have put it better myself. A few years back, when people conveniently started forgetting what the war on terror was all about, some conspiracy theories evolved about the war in Iraq being simply an oil-grab. Forget the fact that in 2007 we imported less than 5% of our oil from Iraq, and at the peak in 2001 less than 9%. But the urban legend is out there, and it’s amazing how many people believe it. Our sound-byte generation wouldn’t know what an in-depth unbiased news article was if it screamed like a banshee and sang “Zippity-Do-Dah” in Swahili. Forget research or even common sense, just believe in something stupid and that makes it real.

Now, it’s the financial crisis. It’s all Bush’s fault. Every time I hear anyone complain on TV nowadays, I just imagine in my mind that they’re prefacing every comment with “It’s George Bush’s fault that…” Here in Georgia we have a guy named Jim Martin that’s using every negative associative bullshit trick in the book to steal the Senate seat from Saxby Chambliss. For Republicans, it’s guilt-by-association and guys like Martin are wallowing in it. (And, uh, Martin really creeps me out for some reason…)

My friends, the current financial crisis is the result of everybody trying to grab their dream at someone else’s expense. And that includes you, sub-prime mortgage borrower. Without buyers, there never would have been a market for these stupid loans in the first place. And in a free-market economy, if your bank doesn’t offer the products people and businesses want, someone else will. So you have to participate or lose potential sales.

I understand that people nowadays are losing their jobs and as a result can’t make their mortgages, both conventional and unconventional. But that’s not how the whole mess got started in the first place—it started with people with marginal credit getting mortgages with no-money down, balloons, adjustable rates, interest-only, yadi, yadi, yada. People expected that housing prices were going to continue rising ad infinitum. But nobody thought about the downside. Responsible people did, and that’s why conventional mortgages exist in the first place.

The worst part of this whole crisis, if you believe the news media, is that the reason the bail-out was voted down had to do with all of the angry phone calls from constituents demanding it. The generalized rationale is “All we’re doin’ is payin’ off some fat-cat bankers what stole our money, an’ ahhm sick an’ tired of it.” (Direct quote.) I’ve worked for years in financial services, and my wife is an officer with a regional bank, so I know enough to know that I don’t know enough about what I know. But I do know some.

The hoi polloi doesn’t realize that banks are hoarding cash because of the massive debt they’re carrying. They don’t want to lend to anyone else. That makes it next to impossible to get new car loans, mortgages, credit accounts, etc. Banks won’t even loan each other money. Without credit, there’s no business expansion, no new jobs. Businesses cut back to save money and jobs go away. More people default on mortgages, and the cycle repeats itself. Add to that lemmings irrationally withdrawing funds from federally insured deposit accounts, and others hoarding cash, and we come to an utter, complete standstill.

This scenario happened back in 1929. Ring any bells?

Herbert Hoover was slow to act¹, claiming the free market would balance itself out. When he did act, he instituted some band-aids that should have fixed the problem. In theory. But people and banks still hoarded cash and there was absolutely no inertia to jumpstart the economy. Add to that a major agricultural nightmare (the dust bowl)

FDR saw that the only way to get out of the mire and muck was to re-instill confidence in the financial services industry so that people and banks would start letting go of some of that cash. That’s essentially what the current bail-out is all about: buying the debt of these major institutions and allowing them to loosen their grip on funds and give the average Joe the confidence to start spending again.

Other countries have handled similar situations in different ways. Back in the 80’s Brazil financed their debt by simply printing new money. Of course, that devalued the currency and caused mind-boggling hyper-inflation. When I visited Brazil in 1990, the inflation rate was nearly a percentage point PER DAY. I took a taxi and there was a daily chart posted inside the cab that cross-referenced what the taxi meter said to the actual cost, because it was impossible to adjust the meters every day. The “black market” exchange rate was announced on the news every day right along side the “official” rate.

Now, the structure of the bail-out is definitely arguable. Henry Paulson, our esteemed Treasury Secretary, doesn’t want anyone being able to argue with him. Dems want judges to rewrite mortages (defeated, Thank God—don’t get me started on that one). GOPs want, uh, what DO they want? Except to be re-elected. Assholes.

But something needs to be done, and it needed to happen yesterday. Of course, Joe Six-Pack didn’t get to see any television news on NBC this past weekend, because it’s evidently more important to watch grown men tackle each other or hit little white balls with sticks than learn about how our economy is headed straight into the toilet. $700 billion is a lot of money. But the stock market lost 1 TRILLION DOLLARS in value yesterday alone. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Update, 1 Oct 2008:

Apparently, in the last two days phone calls to legislators have gone from 90 to 1 against the bail-out to 90 to 1 in favor. This, after Buffy and Muffy Preppie watched their 401(k)’s value drop 10% overnight. Stupid, Greedy and Selfish.

Pro-life demonstrators carry cardboard cutouts of Democratic presidential hopefuls Senators Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama outside the Capitol building during the

Wow. What a difference a few months makes.

A friend recently reminded me that politics consists of “campaigns” where to the victors go the spoils. “Playing the game” means “strategy” and “winning battles.” I always thought it was all about open dialog and solving our country’s numerous problems. Politics, especially in the richest country on the planet, is rarely about “the people” but rather “the candidate.”

Up until recently, I was convinced that Ms. Clinton was ready to do or say anything to get elected. Even pretend that she still has a relationship with her philandering hollow moral shell of a husband. I was also convinced that Mr. Obama was above such unpleasantries. Boy, was I wrong.

So now the peanut gallery is chiming in. The latest barrage involves the Speaker of the House. With her superhero ability to melt lead using only snide comments, always delivered while smiling like the Cheshire Cat, Rep. Nancy Pelosi has a special knack for pissing people off. And now today, we get this:

“My responsibility as Speaker is to make sure that I have a Democratic majority in the Congress of the United States,” she said. “So while I want these candidates to operate on a proper tone so one of them will be in the White House, I have to insist upon it because I can’t have their – if you want to call it bickering – have an impact on my congressional races.”

Gee, I always thought that the Speaker’s job was to preside over the House, not use her power and position to work towards determining its makeup. Evidently she takes her self-appointed job as Queen of Sheba pretty seriously.

For someone who makes her living bickering and making acidic comments about opponents, Pelosi sure has a lot of nerve. If Senator Obama is really about change, and not business as usual, he wouldn’t give in to all of this catfighting and simply remind Pelosi that when she runs for President she can handle her campaign any way she wants. In the meantime, shut the f*** up because nobody cares.

Aha! But now Clinton wants to re-do the primaries in Florida and Michigan. Of course she does if she thinks she can get more votes out of it. First the DNC says that they will punish the states’ committees by disallowing their delegates to the national convention. Now, depending on which back-room deal gets cut, these states’ primaries are now “the will of the people.” If the public’s memory wasn’t so short (and fickle) the assumption that we couldn’t figure out what was really going on would be, at best, insulting.

“The rules are the rules. You really can’t say, ‘OK, well, we had the rules, but never mind,’ ” Pelosi said. “Having said that, the politics are the politics, and it’s going to be up to the Democratic National Committee, the states involved and the campaigns to resolve this issue.”

“As chair of the convention, I want to make sure I can moderate the matter in a fair way,” she said. “But I mean, let’s face it: Barack Obama wasn’t even on the ballot in Michigan, so how can you say that that was an election? I think Florida has a bigger case. But in each of the cases, they are outside the rules and an accommodation is going to have to be made.”

Translation: Yippee! They’re going to have to bow down to me to get the nomination. I’m going to get more airtime and some gimmies. Life is good!

Eventually, somebody is going to have to win and represent the Democratic party in the national election. But with their current scorched-earth tactics, no matter who wins they’ll have an uphill battle to win what 8 months ago was going to be a slam-dunk. Who knows? The stars are aligning—Senator McCain may actually stand a chance…

Two bastions of Conservatism. One, a born-again Catholic-cum-Mormon drug-abusing alcoholic; the other a drug-abusing three-time divorcé with an all too-Freudian fascination for sucking on cigars. I sense a trend...

One of my favorite comics (well, of the 80′s anyway) was a fellow named Kelly Monteith. He was/is a funny guy, but one bit of his in particular has stuck with me. “Have you ever noticed that there are only two types of drivers on the road? Idiots and Assholes ¹.  Assholes drive faster than you; Idiots drive slower.” This is one of those great leaps of insight that astound me sometimes. There are two types of people in this world, and no, they’re not Idiots and Assholes. One type identifies with the joke because they truly believe everyone else is an Idiot or an Asshole (which I’ll refer to as Type A); the other recognizes that they’ve felt like that in the past, have on occasion been one or the other and finds the humor in the universality of the sentiment—Type B.

As with all truly great social commentary, Mr. Monteith’s bit isn’t directed at an individual or his race or her gender or at anyone in particular as a way of belittling them or elevating ourselves. It’s a statement of fact. Correction—it’s a factual statement. Fact is, after all, nothing but stated perception.

Ah, Nietzsche.

But I digress. We all have our thoughts on how things should work and it is our natural inclination to be defensive and assign ulterior motives to anyone that disagrees. We should fight these inclinations and try to be more accepting human beings. That said…

Glenn Beck is an Asshole. “And here’s how I got there.” I used to watch his CNN talk show religiously, mostly because I appreciated the persona he put forward: “I tell it like it is.” Any more, no, not so much. I’ve finally realized that what he’s really saying is “I tell it as I perceive it, I know better than you, and you are stupid if you disagree with me.”

I tended to agree with him on issues. I don’t think we spend enough time worrying about Mahmoud Ahmadinejad and Iran. I think that Congress, on both sides of the aisle, is so caught up in serving its own interests that you and I no longer matter. I agree we’re too lenient on immigration. In this regard I was not the Type B I thought I was, though, but actually a Type A Enabler. In Beck’s mind, you’re an Asshole if you are a liberal and disagree with him out of hand, and you’re an Idiot if, like me, you’re a conservative that’s not a born-again self-righteous sycophant.

It’s one thing to state what you believe. It’s another to condemn someone else for disagreeing with you. That was, in my belief system, what had always separated the Left from the Right. The Right wants to believe things, rightly (sic) or wrongly; the Left thinks the Right are a bunch of Idiots and…well, you know.

I don’t want to believe that many Blacks are voting for Senator Obama simply because he’s Black. Forget that he spent his youth in Hawaii and Indonesia, and that he is in truth only half-Black.

I don’t want to believe that many women are voting for Senator Clinton simply because she’s a woman. I’m going to scream if I hear one more snide comment about it being “time for a woman to be in charge,” as though men were simply too testosterone-poisoned, stupid and incapable of doing so.

I don’t want to believe that Beck was supporting Governor Romney simply because he’s a Mormon. (Beck is also a Mormon.) I don’t care how good a CEO Romney was, I don’t like his character, his politics or how he handles conflict. And let’s not forget his uncanny ability to judge character, so aptly demonstrated when he enlisted Larry “Fancy Pants” Craig to help lead his campaign.

I don’t want to believe that there are millions of illegal aliens that are demanding changes to our culture and using up tax dollars without contributing themselves. We spend billions of dollars every year birthing, educating, feeding, protecting and burying these aliens that are only interested in themselves and not the common good.

I don’t want to believe, but I have to. That’s Reality, and I believe that the Politically-Correct Thought Police (You Know Who You Are) are missing the point. Going back to immigration reform, the Right is up in arms about illegal immigration, taking an all-or-nothing stance: Gather them all up, ship them home and lock the door behind them, or else you can’t call yourself a Conservative. Huh? Idealistically, I guess that I agree. Realistically, it can’t happen and You know it. Big business can’t be weaned from all of its cheap labor and its notion of disposable employees without major market repercussions. We can’t/won’t spend the money it would take to round everybody up and ship them home, and build a couple of walls that would never keep them out anyway.

Senator McCain understood, I believe, the Reality of it all and tried to foster legislation to make the best of an admittedly out-of-control situation. The Right holds this up as an example of why McCain is not a Conservative. As though somehow the Conservatives had all gotten together one night to vote for who would get to join the club. There isn’t a textbook definition. There are varying shades of gray, boys and girls. I’m for lower taxes, smaller government and fewer entitlements. I’m also pro-Choice, support the idea of a path to citizenship, and embrace the War on Terror (and quite a bit of its execution). I support same-sex “unions” and the rights that they should enjoy, but not the notion of same-sex “marriage.” And so on. If someone tries to call me a Liberal because of these beliefs—well, I’d laugh first, and then I’d be tempted to kick their ass.

The labels themselves are worthless, aside from providing a too-convenient polarization of people with differing philosophies. Fine. On this past Friday’s episode (sic) Glenn Beck’s “threat” not to vote for a Republican come November came across as somewhat amusing and incredibly childish, given his oft-stated stance on Senators Obama and Clinton. Romney was supposedly the Republican Party’s last hope. Gawd. Beck’s point was that sometimes “you have to fall down before you can pick yourself up” and that we’d been propping up the Republican Party for too long, praying for another Ronald Reagan to come along. Beck compared the situation to his descent into alcoholism and how he never would have been the person he was today if he hadn’t been given the opportunity to fall down. Again, Huh? Yeah, he might not have been himself if he’d run his car into a wall, or worse, someone else’s car. That would have made him an incarcerated felon without a cable-television soapbox to stand on. No, his tantrum was akin to that of an 8-year old not getting his chocolate milk.

So the end result is that Glenn Beck is no longer in my TiVo rotation, and I’ll snicker at the mention of his name in the same manner as when I hear the words “Rush Limbaugh.” It’s a shame too. I had high hopes for Beck. Given that my only outlets for conservative fundamentalism nowadays are Sean Hannity, Ann Coulter and various and sundry preachers, as of today I’m a sad, sad boy.

Curtis Jackson, aka "50 Cent", was born in Queens in 1975. He was shot 9 times in 2000. His debut album was "Get Rich or Die Tryin'". Kanye West was born in 1977 in Atlanta, Georgia. He said that if the Bible were written today, he's famous and important enough to be in it.

Kanye West and 50 Cent are having a chest-beating contest. 50 (pronounced “fit-ty”) says he’ll retire if Kanye’s CD outsells his next week.

Who gives a rat’s ass?

Ironically, country crooner Kenny Chesney’s latest album will be released the same day. Chesney will outsell both of them, but I digress.

I wish they’d both retire. The last thing kids need today is yet another dumb kid that can rhyme being held up as a role model. 50 Cent was selling drugs by age 12. His mother was a coke dealer, murdered when she was 23. At age 19 he was arrested for drug possession, and in 2000 was shot 9 times at point blank range with a 9mm handgun.

Kanye West, on the other hand, grew up in a middle class family. His father, once a Black Panther, became a respected photographer and Christian counselor. His mother was the Chair of the English department at Chicago State University. Kanye attended art school in Chicago. He’s an insightful kinda guy:

“I think in the daily life of a black male, we gay-bash way more than we
disrespect women. We would call a gay guy a fag to his face. But if we walked
up to a woman and said Aiight, bitch! we would know that was disrespectful.”

Gee, ya think?

Each of these guys thinks that the world revolves around him. Each also thinks that after a couple of years in the “bidness” they’re the biggest acts ever. Have I got news for them.

Luciano Pavarotti died today at age 71. He is one of the most celebrated singers, ever. His signature aria, Nessun Dorma from the Puccini opera Turandot, was one of those iconic performances that was celebrated in every country and every culture. Pavarotti performed Nessun Dorma at the last Winter Olympics in Turin and received the longest standing ovation ever at an Olympics performance.

Pavarotti was a star for over 30 years, appearing in venues as diverse as Saturday Night Live and La Scala. 500,000 people saw him in his Central Park performance, and millions more watched on television. His first Three Tenors album has the distinction of being the best selling classical album of all time. He holds the Guinness world record for curtain calls: 165.

Pavarotti was a diva in his own right with an ego to match. But he also had the goods. He was a humanitarian and a great teacher. Kanye West thinks he’s important and famous enough to be in the Bible. Let’s see if anyone remembers who he is in 3 years, let alone 30.

Wish I could take credit for this awesome piece of satire. Instead, I'll just thank HotAir.com for having the chutzpah to publish it in the first place...

Lest anyone consider me a political bigot, let my state categorically that I am not. I have nearly as many complaints with Republican politicians as I do Democrat. I am pro- and anti-ideas, not people.

A perfect example of an irritation common to both parties is money: how it’s raised and how it’s spent. A lot of attention has been paid to the Democratic Presidential candidates and the war chests that they’re building for the coming election. The political parties also need money to fund their on-going day-to-day activities. None are more offensive in raising it than the Republicans. Forget the $1,000 a plate dinners or $5,000 handshake opportunities. The average Joe supplies most of the money and the Republicans are shameless in the way they gather it.

I donated $250 to the Republican National Committee about 18 months ago. I responded to a relatively innocuous request for assistance and sent them a check. Ever since, I’ve been barraged by a steady stream of fund-raising letters. I’ve been made a “charter member” of the RNC Presidential Victory Team, whatever that means, as a reward for my “grassroots Republican leadership.” Huh? I’ve received two “autographed” pictures of the President and the First Lady. His “autograph” also appears on several other documents, including a “Certificate of Appreciation” and a Christmas card, sent personally to me! Funny how consistent President Bush’s signature is on all of these “autographed” documents.

I’ve also just been nominated for “lifetime membership” in the RNC. I quote:

“Mr. Wetmore, just over 28,000 people nationally hold Life Membership status in the RNC. In view of the highly selective character of Life Membership, I want you to have every possible opportunity to accept your nomination and join this elite group without delay.”

This was part of a “personal” letter written to me by Robert M. “Mike” Duncan, Chairman of the RNC. Oh, and my lifetime membership status will only cost me $750. Normally, it’s $1,000 but they’re going to credit me for the $250 I’ve already donated. What a deal! No wonder there are so few members. There are only 28,000 idiots out there dumb enough to have fallen for these schemes.

I’ve received four cloisonne pins, two of them being “exclusive, limited-edition” lapel pins that “recognizes [my] dedication and commitment to President Bush and [the Republican] Party as a Sustaining Member of the Republican National Committee.” They even sent me $5 once, suggesting that I include it as part of my next $250 donation. I kept the money.

Keep in mind that the only thing I did to earn all of these accolades and awards was to send a single $250 check in a postage-paid pre-addressed envelope. I vote in primaries and general elections. I wear the little stickers that they give you when you exit the polling place to show that I’ve voted. That’s about as close as I’ve ever come to being part of a “grassroots leadership.”

The RNC has spent more than the money I originally sent them trying to get me to donate again. When I mentioned to an annoying RNC phone solicitor that they should use the money they’re given to actually do something worthwhile, I was informed frostily that fund-raising was something worthwhile. Oh yeah, I guess I impugned his manhood. It’s probably the best job he’s ever had.

Update, 13 Sep 2007:

Two more solicitations in two days! Yesterday I received yet another autographed picture of George and Laura Bush. Again, his signature is just so damned consistent. Today, I got an invitation to the 2007 Presidential Trust Dinner. Wowie. I would get to meet the 2008 Republican presidential candidates. Odd how it costs $750, though. I sense a trend…

Howard Dean ended his campaign for the Democratic presidential nomination in February 2004. Audio and transcripts of VPR's reporting on Dean and the Democractic presidential field are still available online at www.vpr.net

More hilarity from the Dems. Here we are, 14 months before the election and we’re having to listen to a bunch of Democrats expounding on why they’re better suited to being President than anyone else. Having debates this early in the process is self-defeating. By the time the election rolls around, it will feel like we’ve been listening to these bozos for 14 months and…Oh yeah, right. Anyway, it’s like seeing Christmas goods appearing on store shelves earlier and earlier every year. Pretty soon we’ll just buy Christmas stuff year-round.

I find it ironic, then, that the Dems take issue with states that want to hold their primaries earlier. These states want a little more say in determining who runs this country. Where is it written that New Hampshire has to be first? When I lived in California, it felt sometimes like we didn’t matter at all. The worst year was 1992 when the elections were all but declared over by the networks before we even had a chance to vote. Kinda took the fun out of it.

The Democratic National Committee (must fight…urge…to make…DNC…joke…) wants to impose “punishment” on the rogue states by stripping them of their delegates to the Democratic National Convention. Um, aren’t elections of delegates supposed to be determined by us, the voters? As usual, our democratically elected officials are telling us how to elect them. Why do they even bother? Just declare yourself King and go for it.

The best quote was from John Edwards, the rich hair-do guy.

“Iowa, New Hampshire, Nevada and South Carolina need to be first because in these
states ideas count, not just money. This tried-and-true nominating system is the only
way for voters to judge the field based on the quality of the candidate, not the depth
of their war chest.”

Oh My God. Nevada, not influenced by money? You want that quote translated into English? “We don’t want to have to win based on the issues, we want to limit the number of states we have to blitzkrieg with advertising dollars to try and buy the vote.” Who do these guys think they’re fooling? John Edwards used to be a personal injury attorney. Go figure. The primaries, just like every other election in the last 15 years, will be decided by whoever can come up with the most persuasive negative advertising.

Sometimes, the candidates don’t need any help in the negative advertising department. Remember Howard “Yeaaaaahhhhhhwwwww” Dean?

Seriously, if politicians just said it like it is this would all be so much simpler. We had it all figured out in 2nd grade: pass notes back and forth and find out where you stand. “I like you. Do you like me?” Instead, it’s “You don’t want to kiss Suzie. I hear her mother drinks and her father once paid off a city official.” The next note would be some promise that she’d never expect to keep. After all, she’s just trying to get elected, er, kissed.

The truth is that today’s Democratic candidates aren’t debating early because their message needs to be heard or because the American public is clamoring to hear their views on the issues. No, they’re arguing amongst themselves because this is the first election in a long time where one party has such a clear lead in the polls. Every one of them wants to be the Alpha dog.

John Pretty-Boy Edwards can talk all he wants about the issues. The most substantive thing that you’ll hear from his campaign this year is that his wife has cancer. Not that Pretty-Boy is advocating an all-out effort to cure cancer or health-care reforms to ensure those with cancer are detected early or even that he’s sympathetic to the plight of cancer victims. I buried my kid brother on Friday. He died of cancer. Do I get to run for President too?

"Aided by Japanese supporters, forced labor survivors in wheelchairs return to the Gunma Prefecture mine where they toiled without pay more than sixty years ago."—japanfocus.org

Another item buried in the New York Times Asia/Pacific World news section caught my eye today.

An Indian judge named Radhabinod Pal is being honored more and more by the Japanese government and the Japanese press. Judge Pal was one of 11 presiding judges in the Tokyo Trials after World War II. The International Military Tribunal for the Far East, its official title, prosecuted war crimes of the Japanese military and government.

The Tribunal classified crimes in three categories:

• Class C: Crimes against humanity. Torture, slavery, murder.
• Class B: Conventional war crimes. Violations of the Geneva Conventions, or the improper treatment of civilians and prisoners of war.
• Class A: Crimes against peace. Basically waging a war of aggression, or in violation of laws and treaties.

Twenty-eight top Japanese officials were accused of Class A crimes, the most serious charge. Judge Pal was the sole dissenting judge with the rest voting to convict. In the intervening years, Judge Pal has been showered with memorials, tributes and lately, honored by the Japanese government.

This a perfect example of the types of differences that make it difficult for us to negotiate, empathize and deal with foreign cultures. The US is essentially an extension of Europe, so we better understand the cultural imperatives of Germany, Austria and Italy that shaped their decisions about war. The Germans have been contrite, teaching children about their build-ups to the wars. (At least, the second time around.) They are rooting out war criminals even to this day. A war fund of $6 billion was set up to compensate the 1.6 million people or their heirs that were presumed to have been forced laborers. They seem sorry.

The Japanese on the other hand didn’t see what they were accused of as bad things. Necessarily. Invasions of Korea and China are seen as liberations of their existing empire. Although their government seems to understand the outrage the West would feel if they said this outright, they have absolutely no problem implying it. (Shades of Microsoft.)

Here is an actual statement from Mitsubishi, a company that is accused of having profited from forced labor during the war.

“Although countless wars have continued since the dawn of recorded history,these have been judged by future generations that arrived at a common historical understanding. Evaluation of the major war in question will also be left up to future generations. The debate continues today,” Mitsubishi said. “This [courtroom] is not the place to judge whether it was a war of invasion or not.”

Judge Pal was a fellow Asian. He thought that the Japanese were being unfairly punished for what he referred to as wars of self-defense and liberation. While not denying the atrocities were committed, Pal thought they were crimes covered under Classes B and C. He even went so far as to say that US officials were the real war criminals for dropping the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

So the Japanese honor Pal for standing up against the tribunal. Are we to take this as a tacit Japanese denial of wrongdoing? I don’t think so. The Japanese have always been more about honor and pride than guilt or confession. It’s as if they were saying “Okay, we did it. We understand why it bothers you, but get over it. We have.” No apologies, no compensation.

The lack of an apology may offend our sensibilities, but that in and of itself isn’t the important thing. Why don’t we feel worse about the 350,000 victims of our atom bombs? Because we feel justified in having done it? Were our motives more pure? What if bombs wiped out two of our cities? The Japanese feel the same way about their war-time actions.

We need to think differently if we are to effectively deal with countries like Iran. Clearly, whatever we’ve been doing isn’t working. Those who do not learn from their mistakes…

"Five years ago, Microsoft committed to Trustworthy Computing. Today, that commitment is a core company tenet. We mark the five year milestone with an examination of our progress to date and an affirmation of the promise of Trustworthy Computing..."—Scott Charney, VP of Trustworthy Computing.

Came across this interesting article on marketwatch.com this afternoon, kinda buried down amongst the stories of the day. At issue is whether or not to let lapse the provisions of the antitrust settlement the Justice Department reached with Microsoft five years ago. No fanfare. No chest beating. In a very weird sort of reverse rationalization, a group of states led by California are arguing that enforcing the provisions of that settlement haven’t affected Microsoft’s market dominance. So therefore, letting the provisions lapse also wouldn’t have any effect.

Huh?

If we don’t have any murders in my area for the next five years, does that mean then that it’s okay to start killing people? Our neighborhood could use some strategic culling.

Is there anyone out there that truly believes that Microsoft isn’t guilty of every anti-trust, strong-armed, anti-competitive business tactic ever imagined? Their modus operandi for the last thirty years has been to crush their competition using any and all means necessary, then smile and chant their mantra: “We are not guilty. The accusations against us are unjust.” Om.

Like my Cousin Deyo from Queens used to say, “You don’t ask. You don’t get.” Okay, so stockholders want their companies to earn as much money as possible. Shareholders expect them to push the boundaries as far as they can and back off before they get their hands slapped. In Microsoft’s case, though, they’ve taken “pushing the boundaries” to new, dizzying heights.

Let’s take just one case in point. You’re Microsoft. You have the dominant operating system in computerdom. Want to keep a nasty potential competitor from selling their one product, a web browser? Just include a so-so browser in every copy of your operating system. For people who have a version of the operating system without it, force it on them. Everyone gets it for free. Most people don’t know from “Internet Explorer” or “Netscape” or “Opera.” They just know “getting on the Internet.” Microsoft uses this naïvety to their advantage and then claim they don’t.

Oh, we can’t just give it away anymore? You don’t understand, the issue is complex! Internet Explorer, a program that previous Windows owners can just download and run on their systems, is so closely integrated into our system that we can’t even begin to think about removing it from our operating system. It’s unfair! Said with a straight face, of course.

Oh, you’ve proven a fifth-grader can remove it? Oh all right, but we won’t remove it. We’ll just make it so you can remove it if you want to. (Again, naïvety to their advantage.) We’ll also put a big honking icon on your desktop so you can’t miss ours first.

Oh, that’s not fair? Okay, we’ll bury our icon back with the all of the others. But if you go to the Display control panel and choose what icons to put on your desktop, we’ll display ours right next to four important system icons to infer how important it really is. We won’t allow any other browser manufacturer to do that. We’ll also put an automatic update system on your computer and force you to get the latest versions of our browser whether you want them or not. (Well, “force” is a strong word. “Really, Really Strongly Encourage.” I only wish they did that with crap I need or want, like device drivers that actually work.) And every time you get a new version of our browser, we’ll ask you innocently if you really meant for some other nasty browser to be the default.

Oh, we can’t do that? … On and on and on. Relentlessly.

The “Foundation for Economic Education,” (“fee”.org, get it?) has the cajones to say that not only is prosecuting Microsoft wrong, it’s downright immoral. It’s unpatriotic! That one made me laugh. I wonder whose back pocket they’re in.

When Microsoft finally did get their hands slapped, hard, they promised to do better. We’ll be good from now on, really! At about the same time, they created a “Trustworthy Computing” division. With its own Vice President and everything. Trouble is, it has absolutely nothing to do with acting in a trustworthy way. They just promise to be better about communicating their arcane one-sided user agreements, keeping your information private (and all to themselves), trying to keep Windows from blue screening quite so much and plugging some of the holes in Windows security that you could drive tanks through.

So, if you don’t believe enough in Microsoft’s innocence, a corporation whose founder is the richest man in the world might only make a trillion dollars next year. Freedom as we know it will disappear. C’mon, say it with me: “I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!”

American Idol is entering its seventh season. Based on a British program, Pop Idol, American Idol... Like they need any more press. If you have never seen the show, then none of the following will make sense. Deal with it.

Age is a wonderful thing in some ways. You heard it a million times growing up—you’ll understand when you’re older. No one ever believes it, thinking they sprung from the womb like some kind of Einstein on steroids and the rest of the world just doesn’t get it. I did. I was convinced my old man didn’t know what he was talking about. I was wrong.

I had a run-in today at a local McDonalds. (No value judgements, please.) I ran in to get a quick bite to eat and stood in line behind a couple of kids. Boys, around 16 I’d say. They were making fun of the employees and other patrons, and in general just making a ruckus. They were egging each other on, each encouraging the other to do something more outlandish the next time. I gave them a couple of sideways glances, but otherwise ignored them.

That is, until they start whispering to themselves, pointing at me and giggling under their breaths. They kept at it for a while (the help behind the counter was pretty slow) until finally I said “Is there something I can help you gentlemen with?” or some-such. One of them said “nice bracelet, old man.” The other told me in a pretty patronizing tone that “Yeah, real men don’t wear charm bracelets.”

Since I came out to LA to spend time with my brother, I’ve been wearing a remembrance bracelet for his GI cancer. They’ve plumb run out of manly colors, I guess, because the color of this band is “periwinkle.” Kind of a light lavenderish-blue. Yeah, not something I’d normally go out and buy for myself, but I am honoring my brother’s memory and his illness. I also wear a Medic Alert bracelet because of my metal heart valve and blood thinners.

Thirty years ago, I’d have probably gotten into a fight. Don’t know why. A couple of punk kids that I’ll never see again isn’t worth the potential trouble. (God, I hope it’s not due to waning testosterone levels!) I’d have felt better temporarily, but like a sugar rush it would ultimately have left me feeling worse than before.

I basically just said “whatever” and ignored them.

Ten minutes later, after I’d sat down and starting eating, Frick starts heading my direction, ever egged-on by Frack, and proceeds to slam himself down in nearby chairs and shoot me dirty looks. You know, the look that Al Pacino had through most of Scarface? I glanced down at my wrist and it finally dawned on me what was happening—they thought that I was gay and were going to show me what they thought of me. I didn’t know whether to laugh or get offended or what.

Finally, I motioned Frick over to my table and said the following, softly. “Kid, the purple band is in memory of my brother who died of cancer last week. He was a Marine and more of a man than you or I will ever be. And the ‘charm bracelet’ is because I had my chest ripped open and a titanium valve installed in my heart. I’ll outlive you, twirp.” I don’t know what he was expecting, but what I said was the furthest thing from it, because suddenly he looked 16 again. He ambled back to his buddy Frack and they quickly picked up their skateboards and left.

Why am I sharing a completely unimportant, purely personal event that has no real significance? Like most people who approach my age, as I see now being my age, I wonder what’s happened to the innocence of youth. Kids today aren’t disciplined and it shows in their behavior. I would never have been afraid to commit mischief if I knew the worst that could happen when my Dad got home was a “time out.” Parents today “reason” with their kids, and coddle them instilling self-assurance and confidence—traits that I feel are adult in nature that most children aren’t emotionally ready to handle. We’re raising a generation of brats that want their way, want it now, think they’re entitled to it and don’t respect anyone that stands in their way.

I call it the “American Idol” effect. Have you ever marvelled at the numbers of kids that audition for the show that are truly horrible singers and just don’t realize it? Their self-esteem, supposedly such a great thing to instill in our children, won’t allow them to accept the fact that they aren’t smart or talented or athletic or beautiful. Their reality filter is broken. They self-justify the feeling that all of these industry veterans just don’t know talent when they see it and, of course, they know better.

These kids eventually become adults. How many people do you work with that believe that they’re great leaders that no one actually respects? Or people that think they’re pure and unassuming when they’re actually passive-aggressive control freaks?

My father disciplined me: sometimes spanked, often lectured—but most importantly he showed me through example what being an adult truly meant. I didn’t believe him, never trusted him, thought he was a tyrant and that I always knew better. The difference is that his constant vigilance in keeping me on the straight and narrow was what helped me to become a compassionate, thoughtful human being. I know my limitations and what I excel at, and don’t expect any more of others than I would want for myself. I say “please” and “thank you.” I try to be tolerant of others, even of those that don’t deserve it. I think I have my fairly strict upbringing to thank for that.

My sister is a breast cancer survivor. If she asks me to wear a pink wristband, Lord Knows I’ll never be able to eat at McDonalds again…

"Including his service in the House of Representatives, as of 2007 Senator Larry Craig is the second-longest serving member of the United States Congress in Idaho history, trailing only William E. Borah. If re-elected in 2008 Craig would pass Borah in November 2013." -- www.wikipedia.org

Being a Republican nowadays is like being the village whipping boy. “How can you think that way?” “I can’t believe I’ve been hanging out all this time with a Republican!” “I thought you were smarter than that.” “How can anyone support Bush after all of his (expletives deleted) (insert sound-bite accusations here) !”

I hate having to be defensive.

Okay, let’s get this straight. I believe in smaller, more localized government. I believe in limiting taxes allocated to the funding of socialist programs. I think everyone should have to equally shoulder that tax burden. You can’t have it both ways. If you put less into the system, you should by all rights expect less out of the system for yourself. Otherwise, it’s socialism (which is not bad in and of itself, but…) and you should be prepared to hand over all of your income to the government that you trust will turn around and reward you. Yeah, right. I believe that if times are hard and you need to go into the red with the system, fine. But consider it a loan and be prepared to pay it back. Live and let live.

I don’t think these beliefs make me a monster. I don’t think that these beliefs are unreasonable. People assume that because I’m a Republican, I must be anti-abortion or anti-gay or anti-black or anti-health care. I’m not. I simply support more of the tenets of the Republican party platform than the Democrat platform.

Trying to maintain any dignity as a Republican though gets harder and harder every day with episodes like this one. Larry, call it a day and disappear. Go into rehab. Get on the lecture circuit and crow about how you knocked the booze and Vicodin habit, clawed your way back from the bitter edge and became a born-again Christian. Hang out with Diddy. Whatever. Anything that will get you off the front pages looking like Tyrone F. Horneigh. (There’s a pop-culture Gilmore-ism for you if there ever was one.) Just get away from me.

At this very moment, the AP newswire is leading with stories about pilgrims being forced to leave Karbala, a Muslim winning the Turkish presidency and Noriega being extradited to France. Fox News is leading with the US poverty rate dropping for the first time since Clinton left office and Iranian huggy-bear Mahmoud Ahmadinejad rattling his saber. CNN is leading with Bush speeches on war policy and Senator Fancy Pants Craig. Naw, CNN is unbiased. I’ve been told so.

It’s a paradox. We have such short-term memories, yet some memories endure when it suits us. Six years later, Democrats have all conveniently forgotten what Clinton did to the economy and to various females^{1 2}.  And lying under oath. And being impeached. And disbarred. And Whitewater. And the universal health care catastrophe.

Now on the other hand, 30 years later everyone remembers Richard Nixon going down in flames, ridiculed and disgraced. We forget that he opened meaningful, positive dialog with the Republic of China and the U.S.S.R. He appointed two Chief Justices to the Supreme Court, Warren Burger and William Rehnquist. All of the Apollo moon landings took place during his presidency. His Secretary of State, Henry Kissinger, laid the groundwork for Jimmy Carter’s Camp David accords by helping negotiate the first disengagement treaties between Israel and its major enemies at the time, Egypt and Syria. Nixon wrangled the first SALT treaty and trade agreements out of Leonid Brezhnev.

And he got us out of Vietnam, albeit controversially. Truman aided France in their efforts to keep Vietnam under French rule. Kennedy raised our participation in the chaos from advisory (700 personnel) to participatory (12,000). Johnson was responsible for the subsequent major escalation of the Vietnam war. Nixon got us out. Yet, in the pop culture he’ll always be remembered only as Tricky Dick.

Any time I’ve ever said anything about Nixon having any positive points, I’ve been ridiculed myself as some sort of naïve hick that cain’t spel nuthin’ rite.

Remember Gerald Ford? All most people can remember about Ford is that he used to trip a lot. Thanks, Chevy.

I don’t care. I’m not blind in my Republican support.  I don’t like Newt Gingrich’s politics or his hypocrisy. President Bush is a lot smarter than the media protrays him, but he’s not doing himself any favors by opening his yap.

I gave a donation to the Republican National Committee once–never again. They’ve spent more than I gave them trying to get me to donate again. On a weekly basis, I get “personal notes” from the President, cloisonne pins stating my allegiance, “official” membership certificates and cards, etc. Does anyone fall for this crap? I don’t know if the Howard Dean’s fund-raisers are any better, but I would hope so.

Where, oh where, is that beacon of light to represent the Republican party? That someone who can lead the party back to greatness so that I can hold my head up high again. I had such high hopes for Colin Powell and Condi Rice. They’re tainted now by the Bush presidency. And then there’s Fred Thompson. Too bad he won’t be around long enough to have a fighting chance at the presidency. All I have to look forward to at the moment is a week or four of Larry Craig sound-bites and late-night talk-show jokes. Oy vey.