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Bill Clinton, Dirty Harry, George W. Bush, Hurricane Katrina, Jimmy Carter, Julie Christie, Kristen Stewart, Margaret Thatcher, Meryl Streep, Michael D. Brown, Morning in America, Republican Party, Richard M. Nixon, Ronald Reagan, Soviet Union, Tip O'Neill, Vietnam War
"I was born with a need to be the center of attention and, of course, you're the center of the world when you're acting." — Julie Christie
IT WAS SEVEN YEARS AGO TODAY
Former House Speaker Tip O'Neill once famously said, "All politics is local."
I, less famously, counter: "All politics is theater."
Most of the Republican Party's formula for success since the late 1960s has been its ability to present its standard-bearers as tough guys, strong men, and decisive generals. The GOP has acted more as a talent agent than a producer of statesmen for the last 45 years.
Richard Nixon won the 1968 presidential election because he told the nation he would stand firm against the madness in the streets. He'd beat down the savage blacks who were threatening to explode out of their ghettos. And he'd swiftly kick the crap out of the North Vietnamese and bring the boys home.
Save Us, Dick
We believed him. Just as many of us have believed pro wrestling is on the up and up and Judge Judy is our nation's top jurist.
Ronald Reagan won the 1980 presidential election because he told us we were terrific and the 1984 campaign by telling us it was Morning in America. Ham that he was, he knew the Soviet Union was on its way out so he talked tough and thereby snatched all the credit for that empire's inevitable collapse.
Make Us Feel Good About Ourselves, Ronnie
Theater.
George W. Bush's role as resolute CEO of the Great United States, Inc. propelled him to victory over a couple of namby pamby Dem opponents in 2000 and 2004. The nation was terrified of presidents who liked blow jobs, college educated eggheads who'd ponder us into paralysis, and crazy Arabs who'd blow up our cities. Bush was the antidote to all those existential threats.
Be The Boss, George
But then came Hurricane Katrina and the theater went dark.
The worst natural disaster in America's history presented Bush with a dramatic challenge he was unable to play. It was as if Kristen Stewart were cast in the role of Margaret Thatcher.
Streep As Thatcher; Stewart As, Um, Stewart
Katrina's president was a role that was written for Bill Clinton. He'd have set up a second White House in New Orleans. He'd have hugged the storm's victims until his arms ached. Had Clinton been in office when Katrina hit, people would have been marveling to this day about how fabulous the federal government's response was to the tragedy.
And in the most practical sense, Clinton wouldn't have done a thing different than Bush did.
Bush knew how to play the business executive and the military commander. He had a feel for the role of the manly hero who saves the day.
His greatest line before his downfall was, "They hate us for our freedoms."
Which was, of course, as phony a line as, say, "Go ahead, make my day," or "I love the smell of napalm in the morning."
"Well, do ya, punk?"
But we in this holy land have always been a cooperative audience. We'll forgive any political actor for chewing the scenery as long as it makes us feel good. It's only when pols don't make us feel all tingly and warm or bold and adventurous that we turn on them.
Witness Jimmy Carter's malaise speech. Bye bye, Jimmy.
Bush's Carter moment came when he uttered those unforgettable words, "Brownie, you're doing a heck of a job."
People were still sitting on rooftops waiting to be rescued when Bush said that. The Superdome was filled with refugees at the time of the quote. New Orleans cops were shooting up citizens.
Yet Bush found it important to bestow frat boy bonhomie upon his emergency response point man at that moment in time.
Bush Takes It All In From Above
And like that, Bush was finished. No matter that no government could ever have responded adequately to Katrina. Nothing like it had ever happened before in America.
But when nature sucker punches us in the belly, we have to blame someone. And it's not just Americans who react that way. Be it an earthquake in Afghanistan or a flood in India, people will shriek "Where's our government?" even as the government is digging itself out of the rubble.
At times like that, the first and best thing government can do is assure us everything will turn out alright. The boys in charge must tell us that they'll move heaven and Earth to set our lives right again.
Bush didn't know that. He was the wrong actor for the part.
◗ Muddy Boots Cafe, Nashville — Music: Barbara McGuire; 6-8:30pm
◗ Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center — Buddhism in Everyday Life Series: Ani Choekye presents "What Are Realizations?"; 6:30pm
◗ Unity Church — Bloomington Peace Choir weekly meeting, new members welcome; 7pm
◗ The Player's Pub — Music: Stardusters; 7:30pm
◗ Harmony School — Contra dancing; 8-10:30pm
◗ The Bluebird — Music: Rod Tufcurls & the Benchpress; 9pm
◗ IU Kirkwood Observatory — Open house, public viewing through the main telescope; 9:30pm
◗ The Bishop — Music: Kentucky Nightmare, Panic Strikes a Chord, Dead Beach; 9:30pm
Capitalism, Chris Hedges, Communism, Dominique Strauss-Kahn, Elliot Spitzer, Fran Lebowitz, International Amphitheater, John Edwards, Julia Karr, Julian Assange, Maxwell Street Polish, Parliament (band), Soviet Union, The World Is a Ghetto, War (band)
"We've bought into the idea that education is about training and 'success,' defined monetarily, rather than learning to think critically and to challenge. We should not forget that the true purpose of education is to make minds, not careers. A culture that does not grasp the vital interplay between morality and power, which mistakes management techniques for wisdom, which fails to understand that the measure of a civilization is its compassion, not its speed or ability to consume, condemns itself to death." — Chris Hedges
A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO WASTE
A hearty hat tip to Bloomington novelist Julia Karr, who posted the above quote on her Facebook page.
According to Hedges' criteria, laid out so clearly and forcefully, this holy land has condemned itself to death. I'll go one step further: it's already dead.
We're dead. We just don't know it yet.
Here Lie Us
We thought we were smart and superior when Soviet communism deservedly died. But as Fran Lebowitz so aptly put it, "In the Soviet Union, capitalism triumphed over communism. In this country, capitalism triumphed over democracy."
The making of scads of dough became this nation's — and most of the world's — one and only pursuit.
Home ownership? Hell, that wasn't about putting down roots, becoming part of a community, creating a stable base for your kids, or any of that old fashioned silliness anymore. It was about serial buying and selling so everyone could make a quick buck.
Saving and investing? Not about prudent management of assets nor about slow and steady growth for the future. Hah! How quaint!
College education? Honestly, how many people in these Great United States, Inc. want their kids to go to a university to become a rational, analytical thinker? How many dream that a college degree just might make their young-un a better human being?
I Am Gonna Be So Rich
Pshaw.
I once was involved in a discussion with recent college grad and his dad. I won't reveal who they were because I'm hoping daddy-o regrets his tone and philosophy. Suffice it to say the three of us knew each other extremely well.
The kid was trying to figure out what to do with himself now that he had a bachelor's degree in business. Pops was giving him the fish eye because it didn't seem as though the kid was banging down any doors trying to get a job.
The truth was, the kid really had no idea what to do.
So, silly me, I figured the kid ought to pursue employment in some field that might, you know, bring him a little happiness in his life. I said, "The first thing you have to do is ask yourself, 'What do I love?'"
What Should I Do With My Life?
Oh, daddy-o nearly popped a neck vein.
"What the hell are you feeding him that kind of shit for?" he demanded.
See, by the time this exchange took place, the concepts of happiness and fulfillment not only were quaint — they were downright dangerous.
Anyway, Hedges is saying what I've ranted about in these precincts time and again.
A college education should be a good thing in and of itself, not just because it'll bear you well as you climb the corporate Jacobian ladder. It broadens your horizons. It opens your mind. It exposes you to the world and the world to you. It helps you learn to think rather than react, to listen rather than spew, to realize that what you're sure of today might not be what you believe tomorrow.
Blah, blah.
How quaint. How dangerous.
BOGEYMEN
Does it strike you as odd that guys who challenge capitalism's alpha male set-up seem to get nailed on sex-related criminal charges more often than the average bear?
John Edwards. Julian Assange. Elliot Spitzer. Dominique Strauss-Kahn. Those are just four very, very high profile cases in the last couple of years.
Now, the truth is all four could be as guilty as sin. DSK, for one, has a rough and tumble sexual rep. And Spitzer really did meet with prostitutes in that Washington hotel room.
DSK May Be Warped — But…, But….
Still, I feel sort of itchy about the whole thing.
Is it that guys who see the inherent flaws in the world's dominant economic system are unusually prone to sexual peccadilloes and transgressions? Even more so than guys whose lives are dedicated to climbing over piles of average citizens to reach an obscene pinnacle of power and wealth?
Or could there be a chance that when guys like Spitzer sniff around places they're not supposed to go and start telling the public precisely how they're being sodomized by the plutocracy, the sharp knives of the system get pointed at them?
Maybe I'm just imagining things. Or maybe not.
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THE WORLD IS A GHETTO
War was the very first group I ever saw in concert. They led off for Parliament at Chicago's old International Amphitheater back in 1973. I'm fairly sure of the year.
My pal Whitey and I took a couple of multi-bus, hour-and-a-half rides to and from the Amphitheater that night. We didn't get home until around 3:00am.
Funny my partner should have been nicknamed Whitey — we were among the very few white guys in the place. Oh, and the reek of pot — we couldn't believe our noses!
Naturally, we had to stop off at Maxwell Street Polish for a couple of dogs smothered in grilled onions after we left.
Munchies, you know.
Bloomington High School South, Book Corner, Buskirk-Chumley Theater, Civil Rights, Cold War, End Times, George Carlin, Maarten Bout, Mark Twain, Mayan Calendar, Mrs. Robinson, Nuclear War, Rufus Wainwright, Simon & Garfunkel, Soviet Union, Tom Roznowski, US Congress, Women's Movement
"If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati. Everything comes there ten years later." — Mark Twain
When I was a kid, magazines often carried cartoons featuring a robed, bearded guy walking the big city streets and carrying a sign that read, "The End Is Near."
Usually the punch line would be delivered by a couple of passing businessmen, one of whom would muse to the other on how that end would affect his promotion or raise or his wife's meatloaf.
Looking back, I suppose those cartoons reflected our need to deal with the specter of nuclear annihilation. On a less literal level, the general uneasiness over the burgeoning civil rights and women's movements caused people to realize the world they were familiar with really was coming to an end.
May As Well Laugh
By and by, the Soviet Union collapsed and blacks and women began taking their rightful places in society. Lo and behold, the world didn't end.
Now, we're back to wondering if the end is near again. Climate change, our own vulnerability in the wake of 9/11, a crashed economy, internet panics, genetically modified foodstuffs, a black man as president, gay marriage, and even the Mayan calendar silliness have caused many to wonder if these are the last days.
They're not. As George Carlin observed, we give ourselves too much credit. We can't destroy the Earth, he said. It's been here for billions of years and our societies have only been around for a few tens of thousands of years.
The world has been struck by comets and asteroids, it's been convulsed by earthquakes, it has experienced droughts and floods and been scoured by Ice Ages. Still it spins and life on it continues to grow and diversify.
Carlin even mentioned the crazy glut of discarded plastic bags accumulating in our oceans and across the land. He said the Earth, as it's done since it came together eons ago, will just come up with a way of incorporating them into itself.
Part Of The Earth Now
We can't end the Earth, Carlin concluded, we can only end ourselves.
And, I'd add, even that'd be awfully tough to accomplish. We tried our damnedest to wipe ourselves out back in the 1930s and 40s. World War II was the most violent spasm humanity has ever gone through. Anywhere from 60 to 100 million people were slaughtered during the hostilities. Yet here we are.
We've figured out a lot of things since the first hominids swung down from the trees and began branching off into proto-humanity. One thing we haven't figured out, though, is perspective. Sometimes it seems we're even regressing on that front.
In the 1960s, people who warned that the end was near were considered cartoon characters. Today they're called in by the cable news channels to offer expert opinions.
GOIN' TO THE CANDIDATES' DEBATE
Remember that line from Simon & Garfunkel's "Mrs. Robinson"? Make sure to catch the vid at the bottom of this post.
Just a reminder: get yourself over to Bloomington High School South tonight for the debate between the five Democratic candidates for US Congress in Indiana's 9th District.
BHSS is located at 1965 S. Walnut Street. The debate begins at 7:00 and runs for an hour and a half.
If you can't make it, at least visit the candidates' websites:
John Griffin Miller
John Tilford
Robert Winningham
Shelli Yoder
The primary is Tuesday, May 8th. The winner takes on Republican Todd Young in the November general election.
SINGING THE NEWS
Got two pieces of news at Bloomington Information Central — AKA the Book Corner — yesterday.
First, Maarten Bout, one of the big chiefs over at the Buskirk-Chumley Theater, was brimming with the news that the first show of the 2012-2013 season has been set. Rufus Wainwright will play the venue on Tuesday, August 7th.
Wainwright
A few minutes later, Tom Roznowski ambled in, wearing his trademark fedora and a smart gray-on-gray retro ensemble. Bloomington's storyteller, singer, author, and general custodian said he's got a show lined up Saturday in Greenfield and his next hometown gig will be Mother's Day, Sunday, May 13th, 6:00 pm at The Player's Pub.
Roznowski
◗ Bloomington, Citywide — IU's Arts Week Everywhere 2012; Ongoing, various times
◗ The Kinsey Institute Gallery — "Man as Object: Reversing the Gaze," exhibit, art by women examining men; Ongoing, 1:30-5pm
◗ Mathers Museum of World Cultures — Exhibition, "Esse Quam Videri (To Be Rather Than To Seem)," featuring Muslim self-portraits; 9am-4:30pm
◗ Grunwald (SOFA) Gallery — IU MFA & BFA Thesis 3 Exhibitions; Noon-XXX, through May 5th
◗ Sembower Field — IU Baseball vs. Miami of Ohio; 4pm
◗ Myers Hall, Indiana Molecular Biology Institute — Seminar, keynote speaker Dr. Don Ennis, University of Louisiana, "Mechanisms of Mycobacterium Marinum Transmission between Fish"; 4pm
◗ Puccini's La Dolce Vita — Young Professionals of Bloomington monthly meeting; 5:30-8pm
◗ The Venue Fine Arts & Gifts — Greg Jacobs presents "The Art of Wellness — Finding Wellness in a Health-Challenged Society"; 5:30pm
◗ Bloomington City Hall, McCloskey Room — Erin Asher Meager presents "Creative Healing," South Central Arts WORK Indiana meeting; 5:30-7pm
◗ First Christian Church — Money Smart Week & the Indiana Attorney General's office present "Schemes, Scams, and Flim-Flams"; 5:30pm
◗ Jake's Nightclub — Karaoke Tuesdays; 6pm
◗ Patricia's Wellness Arts Cafe & Quilter's Comfort Teas — Unfinished Object Night & Up-cycle Evening; 6:30-8:30pm
◗ Bloomington High School South — Debate, Democratic candidates for US Congress, Indiana's 9th District; 7-8:30pm
◗ Cafe Django — Jazz Jam; 7-10pm
◗ First United Methodist Church — Symphonic Bells of Bloomington Spring Concert; 7:30-8:30pm
◗ Show-Me's — Poker; 7:30pm
◗ The Player's Pub — Blues Jam; 8pm
◗ Farm Bloomington, Root Cellar — Tuesday Trivia; 8-10pm
◗ The Palace Theatre of Brown County, Nashville– Cowboy Sweethearts; 8pm
◗ Madame Walker Theatre Center — Auditions for "Queen Esther: A Fearless Shero"; 6-8pm
◗ Max's Place — Scott Bender's Showcase; 8pm
Baron Hill, Boy Who Came Back from Heaven, Burt Reynolds, Colton Burpo, Cooperative Threat Reduction, Donald Trump, Elizabeth Taylor, Elvis Presley, Erik Estrada, Gary Busey, Going Rogue, Heaven Is For Real, Indiana University, Jerry Sandusky, Joe Paterno, Larry Hagman, Lynn Vincent, Michael A. McRobbie, New York Times Review of Books, Ozzy Osbourne, Penn State University, Republican Party, Richard Lugar, Sam Allison, Sam Nunn, Sarah Palin, Sharon Stone, Soviet Union, Tea Party, Todd Burpo
Today: Sunday, November 13, 2011
Penn State lost. Good. May they never win another game again.
Joe Pa's Statue Being Molested By Penn State Fanatic
PONY UP
Indiana University employees are raising a stink about having to pay a larger share of their health insurance premiums, according The Herald Times (log-in required).
Some 800 IU wage slaves have signed an online petition asking for more time to mull the huge increase. IU honchos say the increase is set in stone, so tough luck, kiddies.
The hike will hit IU workers who make about $10 an hour hardest. The university did agree to a slim wage increase for this school year ($1.5-3 percent) but additional expenses like the health insurance premium pretty much offset it.
I hate to be a nudge (well, alright, I love to be a nudge) but I just want to remind the world that Big Chief Michael A. McRobbie is enjoying his hefty pay raise this year. The school's pres is making $533,120 in 2011-12, an increase of 12 percent over lost year's paltry sum.
Higher Premium? No Prob.
Jes sayin'.
LOOSE NUKES SINK WORLDS
Yeah, yeah, I know I'm supposed to villify Senator Richard Lugar but I can't help but thinking he isn't all bad.
You know, we progressives are mandated by blood oath to abhor all Republicans. They are, after all, the spawn of Adolf and Eva, but — silly me — I'm just a contrarian.
Commentator Mike Leonard in today's H-T heaps kudos on the 79-year-old running for his sixth term in the Senate for a piece of legislation Lugar co-sponsored 20 years ago. Lugar and Georgia Senator Sam Nunn, a Democrat, successfully pushed through the Cooperative Threat Reduction Program Act in 1992.
The bill authorized this holy land to spend tons of dough to help the nations of the former Soviet Union find and destroy nuclear weapons that had been positioned within their borders. The Soviet Union, natch, wasn't the most open of hegemonists when it planted the big bangers within such wild spots as Azerbaijan, Belarus, Uzbekistan, and Kazakhstan.
The Act led to the destruction of at least 7500 nukes as well as thousands of delivery systems and tons of fissionable materials.
Here Is Soviet Gift To You, Mr. and Mrs. America
For you younger readers, the Act was the result of something we used to refer to as "bipartisan cooperation," a quaint concept that means Democrats and Republicans working together.
I know, weird, huh?
LOVE TRUMPS POLITICS
Sam Allison is quitting his job as Monroe County Board member.
I met Sam on election night, 2010, when his fellow Dems across the nation were dropping like flies under the onslaught of the Me Party-ists. Even Bloomington congressman Baron Hill got fired by the voters that sad night.
Not Slick, Just Decent
Allison had been the County Recorder and was running for the first time for County Council. He and his lovely bride hung around the Democratic campaign headquarters on 3rd Street. Gloom descended upon the place as results came in. The figures showed Allison winning early in the night, though. Too bad his moment of triumph came in what was essentially a funeral parlor.
Sam Allison seemed a decent and humble man. Those qualities, apparently, didn't hinder his political career. Now his lovely bride has scored a big new gig in Missouri so Sam, faithful mate that he is, is following her.
I'M COMIN', ELIZABETH!
"Heaven Is For Real" is still the number one paperback bestseller in this holy land, according to the New York Times Review of Books. Next week will mark a full year since it hit the list. That ain't all: Somehow, the hardcover version is still among the top movers in that category, sitting at number 26 this week.
It's The Big One!
"Heaven…" recounts young Colton Burpo's trip to paradise after his appendix burst when he was three years old. The book was written by his father, Todd Burpo, an evangelical pastor from Nebraska. Old man Burpo's co-writer was the controversial Lynn Vincent who co-penned another other work of bizarre fantasy, "Going Rogue," with Sarah Palin.
The book is joined on the coffee tables of the willfully credulous by "The Boy Who Came Back From Heaven" at number 17. This one is the tale of a six year old kid who falls into a two-month coma after a car accident. The kid, of course, comes as close as can be to joining the putative creator of the universe in his palatial digs but somehow finds the strength to come back to Earth because, you know, any place with the Taliban and Donald Trump in it has to be preferable to eternal paradise.
Screw Heaven; I'd Rather Be Around This Guy!
Anyway, this whole I'm-precious-enough-to-be-brought-to-the-doorstep-of-god thing got me to searching the interwebs for other fascinating folks who've seen the bright light. Sure enough, Hollywood is filled with 'em!
One website that finds the whole phenomenon credible lists the following souls as having entered the tunnel and coming back:
● Liz Taylor
● Sharon Stone
● Gary Busey
● Larry Hagman
● Erik Estrada
● Burt Reynolds
● Ozzy Osbourne
● and the King himself, Elvis Presley
So, you tell me, who ya gonna believe, a bunch of dumb scientists or Erik Estrada?