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Tuesday, September 01, 2009 Of course you will insist on modesty in the children, and respect to their teachers, but if the boy stops you in your speech, cries out that you are wrong and sets you right, hug him! Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher (1803-1882) I have been sitting here for quite a while trying to write something interesting about anything. This is at least the third time I have started this paragraph. I am not sure who is reading this any more, it's hard to write when you don't know who you are writing for. I have grown tired of rehashing the same old concepts, trying to find a new way to say stuff I have said a hundred times already. I have been having a problem coping with stuff lately. I am tempted to type a rundown of all the stuff that is rankling me at the moment but that would bore me as much as it would bother you. Wednesday, September 02, 2009 Humans think they are smarter than dolphins because we build cars and buildings and start wars etc., and all that dolphins do is swim in the water, eat fish and play around. Dolphins believe that they are smarter for exactly the same reasons.
Douglas Adams, writer, dramatist, and musician (1952-2001) Dear Diary, I keep eating thin mints but they don't seem to be working... SlimJim's don't seem to be working either.
I heard from the Mayor today that Don Egbers is going to resign from the Town Council. He no longer lives in town and, according to some rules somewhere, that makes him ineligible... He is a mover and a shaker and it will be difficult to replace him. Trent, Jake and I are still figuring out how to get a snow plow. Thursday, September 03, 2009 Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? - Douglas Adams, writer, dramatist, and musician (1952-2001) Long day in Spokane, I had a CT Scan and Christy had an Ultra-Sound on the lump under her arm.
Friday, September 04, 2009 Just think of the tragedy of teaching children not to doubt. Clarence Darrow, lawyer and author (1857-1938)
Saturday, September 05, 2009
"All over the US there are people whose lives are being destroyed for lack of
proper health care provision, and there is no sight more odious than the rich,
powerful, and arrogant trying to keep it that way." I went to "Affair on Main Street", pretty much the same as it was last year, some of the vendors didn't make it but a lot of tourists did. Sunday, September 06, 2009 Human nature will not flourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into unaccustomed earth.
Nathaniel Hawthorne, writer (1804-1864)
Whose America?Sunday, September 6, 2009 A revealing moment occurred in the health care debate this summer when a woman attending an Arkansas town meeting stood weeping and declared, "At this point in my life, I have never seen my America turned into what it has turned into, and I want my America back." This simple declarative statement dispelled any illusion that reforming health care is only about reducing premiums, establishing universal coverage, creating a government-run option or changing the tax laws. What gives the debate its emotional wallop is a sense held by many that their image of what America is and who Americans are is passing and, with it, their ability to exercise decisive political power. In many ways, the white woman from Arkansas was right when she observed that her America had turned into something unfamiliar. The Census Bureau has estimated that by 2042, whites will become a minority of all Americans. In 1970, two prominent political writers, Richard Scammon and Ben Wattenberg , declared that the "real majority" of Americans were "un-young, un-poor, and un-black." Put another way, most Americans were white and middle-age, possessed middle incomes, had families that consisted of a mom, dad and kids, resided in the suburbs and attended a church regularly. These voters experienced a Great Depression, benefited from Franklin D. Roosevelt's New Deal and applauded President Lyndon Johnson when Medicare became law in 1965. Indeed, Medicare became the last big government entitlement program until George W. Bush enacted a prescription drug benefit in 2003. In both cases, members of this real majority liked what they saw because these were their programs. But soon after LBJ signed the Medicare bill, the long-standing Republican criticism concerning big government gained traction, largely because Democrats were so successful in transforming the "have-not" generation of the 1930s into the "have-more" generation of the 1960s and '70s. Suddenly, Americans saw themselves as taxpayers, not recipients of government services. And too many government programs were viewed by the real majority as helpingthem - i.e., the young, the poor, those living in urban areas, families headed by single moms, minorities. Republicans exploited the feeling that too many disadvantaged Americans were getting something for nothing - recall Ronald Reagan's vivid depiction of a mythical Cadillac-driving "welfare queen." Add to this a growing culture war in which conservative values held by the "real majority" were being challenged by greater sexual freedom, legalization of abortion, greater equality between men and women, a slow but inexorable acceptance of homosexuality and more racial tolerance. As a result, Richard Nixon and Reagan created such a powerful Republican lock on the White House that Democrats were able to pick it only three times: Jimmy Carter in 1976 and Bill Clinton in 1992 and 1996. These long-standing Republican-inspired arguments against big government programs sponsored by Democrats have echoes in today's health care debate. According to the latest NBC News/Wall Street Journal poll, 55 percent of Americans believe that President Obama's plan will provide health insurance to illegal immigrants; 54 percent believe it will lead to a government takeover of the entire health care system; and 50 percent say it will use taxpayer dollars to pay for women to have abortions on demand. The first and third statements are false: Health care for illegal immigrants is not part of any proposal before Congress, and the Hyde Amendment still prohibits federal dollars from being used to finance abortions. As for a government takeover, the proposed public option would create an opportunity for people to buy into a government-run insurance plan, but even this idea would leave the existing insurance companies intact. And passage of a so-called public option remains doubtful. The fact that a majority of Americans believes these statements to be true says much about our time. For the old "real majority" of yesteryear, the passions surrounding health care are eerily familiar as it has been angry at excessive government spending and resentful of changes in our cultural values for decades. But something new has been added: a sense that their ability to wield political power is ebbing. The "my America" to which the white woman in Arkansas referred does not include having an African American president. It does not envision a country where English is often a second language (despite Arkansas and 27 other states adopting English-only laws). It does not envision a country where Hispanics will approach 29 percent of the total population in 2050. It does not include a world in which race is not so clearly defined in 1960s-era black-and-white terms. It does not envision a country where only one-third of Americans describe their own families as consisting of a mom, a dad and kids. The old real majority of 1970 could only muster 48 percent and 51 percent of the total votes cast for George W. Bush in 2000 and 2004 and 46 percent of the total votes cast for John McCain in 2008. Its presence is still keenly felt among older Americans who best fit the old description of being un-young, un-poor, and un-black. Given their high rate of voter participation, seniors matter and their voices undoubtedly will be heard in 2010. But an old political axiom still holds true: Demography is destiny. The passing of the political torch in 2008 from that old real majority to one that is less white, more racially diverse and boasting a wider variety of family backgrounds was unmistakable. This new 21st century demography made Barack Obama president. As today's health care debate demonstrates, the passing of the torch from one majority to another is not without tension and anxiety. Nonetheless, the "my America" of which the Arkansas town hall participant spoke and whose restoration she longed for is not coming back any time soon. John Kenneth White is a professor of politics at the Catholic University of America and author of "Barack Obama's America: How New Conceptions of Race, Family, and Religion Ended the Reagan Era" (University of Michigan Press, 2009). Contact us at forum@sfchronicle.com. http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/09/06/ING219GG97.DTL Cash for Clunkers: The Sequels Raging Moderate, by Will Durst Got to give the president a big bowl of props for interrupting Obama-Rama on Martha’s Vineyard with his valiant effort to paint a big old smiling happy face on the side of the economy. Although in the future he might want to come up with something a bit more reassuring than, We’re losing jobs at a much slower pace. Hey everybody, did you catch that? The economy is doing less badly. Alright! It’s not getting worse as rapidly as it previously was. Woo hoo! The brakes are on the slide. About as encouraging as a squad of septuagenarian cheerleaders waving black pom-poms after a loss in the rain at night. Typically, economists are unsure whether the parachute has or hasn’t opened to slow the free-fall of our recession. Or why. That’s because they’re economists. You know that phrase: Couldn’t tell his ass from yellow paint? Next time you see an economist on one of those cable talk shows, check under his fingernails. You got it. Chips of yellow paint. Look up equivocating in the dictionary there’s a picture of an accountant hiding from an economist. It could be seasonal. Perhaps summer barbecue grill tongs sales peaked above expectations, or back-to-school notebooks flew off the shelf, or there’s been an early run on Cool Whip in anticipation of massive pumpkin-pie production. Could be just the natural way of things. You know, part of that whole good, bad, boom, bust, excellent, sucky cycle. Then again, it might have been the much-vaunted economic stimulus package kicking in. Hard to tell. Although a lot of folks still maintain the only thing the stimulus package aroused was their suspicion. Cash for Clunkers might have had a hand in it. The rebate program ended its run with about 700,000 new cars sold, and initial estimates are that three or four of them were made in America. I got to be honest, when I first heard the phrase Cash for Clunkers, I thought they were talking about raising the per diem for the Senate. Or it was a recurring entry on a lobbyist’s expense report. It hasn’t been all roses and sunshine and bubble baths. Some dealers are still whining about government delays in rebate reimbursement. Yeah. You read that right. Auto dealers are complaining someone is slow holding up their end of a bargain. Should have signed up for the undercoating. Now the feds are rolling out a sequel to Cash for Clunkers whereby consumers earn rebates by trading in large appliances for energy-efficient replacements. The old two-birds-with-one-coin strategy. The problem is there’s no cute alliterative name for the program. I’m sorry; Cash for Stackable Washer/ Dryer Combos doesn’t quite cut it. Cash for Upright Freezers with Manual Defrost lacks a certain je ne sais quoi. What we need is a series of programs to recapture the public’s fancy and open wide their wallets. People eat, don’t they? Why not seduce them into consuming domestic donuts? Cash for Dunkers. Or how about our brave American rotisserie chicken establishments? Cash for Cluckers. Maybe a stimulus program for disaffected banjo players. Cash for Pluckers. Oyster restaurants could use assistance: Cash for Shuckers. Let’s throw a bone to our indigenous cave explorers. Cash for Spelunkers. And finally, I’m personally hoping to hook into a research grant for exposing fake psychics: You know, Cash for Debunkers. Will Durst is a San Francisco-based political comic who writes sometimes. This is one of them. Please catch his new, one-man show, The Lieutenant Governor from the State of Confusion, when it appears near you. Pulling Granny’s Plug By Will Durst August 21st, 2009 What is it with the crazies with the guns at the town halls complaining about the health-care reform death panels? There are no health-care reform death panels. Is this what constitutes legitimate dissent now? Just making stuff up? Okay. Fine. I want to protest the black capsules the government plans to shove down our throats at age 30 to tamp Social Security costs down and honor Michael York in Logan’s Run. Come on everybody: Black Capsules Bad. The high-decibel human wailing walls call themselves grass-roots activists while opponents dispute their provenance as being more from the Astroturf side of the nursery. Interestingly, before any of this started, late in the spring, the GOP circulated internal memos determined to “go for the kill” on health care. But as they say on “Law & Order,” “Any resemblance to actual persons or events is strictly co-incidental.” KON-KONK. The pissed-off masses seem to be an amalgam. Skinheads and “Obama is Hitler” proponents. The distilled residue dried at the bottom of the Tea-bagger saucer. Some are free-radical LaRouchies who don’t want the government involved in anything, including roads and policing. But it is easy to understand why all of them are so leery of public health care. It’s painfully obvious they’re intimate with the failures of public education. The programs that are the focus of everyone’s tizzyment are end-of-life consultations. Known variously as palliative care and “they’re pulling the plug on Granny.” No. They’re just talking about pulling the plug on Granny. Besides, if the participants at these protests are any sampling of what home life is like, maybe Granny isn’t that anxious to extend her existence ad infinitum. Maybe Granny wants her plug pulled. Ever think of that? Anybody bother asking Granny? Well, that’s what these consultations are about. Maybe Granny doesn’t relish the prospect of spending a couple of decades impersonating a large, fleshy bedsore-bedeviled antiseptic log with a feeding tube up her butt. Maybe granny would like to harvest her epidermis. (Stretchy skin has to come in handy for something.) This is an opportunity to inform her of choices. The choice of leaving her body to science. Or her teeth to Art History. Or her cherry ‘76 Ford Pinto to PETA. This is where you can get stuff like that out in the open. Living will time. People die. That’s what they do. All of them. You. Me. Uncle Fred. Aunt Hoogolah. Walter Cronkite. Granny and Gramps. And no offense, but Granny is probably going to beat most of us to the finish line. And it doesn’t freak her out as much as it does you just thinking about her thinking about it. Hell, I bet she’s already gone down the rabbit hole with her own Granny. And she doesn’t look too worse for wear (except for the stretchy skin part). Unfortunately, in our culture, death is a lot like sex. Books are written about it and movies revel in it, but in the real world, you will please have the common human decency to refrain from speaking about it. Or looking at it. And if someone talks about it, don’t listen. Quick, stick your head in the sand. And hands over both ears. Now repeat after me: La. La. La. La. La. La. La. Note: No Ostriches were hurt during the writing of this column. KON-KONK. Will Durst is a San Francisco-based political comic who writes sometimes. This is one of them
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