![]() ![]() WE'VE MOVED! Click here: http://www.hartwilliams.com/blog/blogger.html Saturday, September 24, 2005
ALL LIQUORED UP
or, SOMETIMES A PICTURE IS WORTH 2,342 WORDS The NATIONAL ENQUIRER reports that George W. Bush went off the wagon during either Cindy Sheehan's protest, or the Hurricane Katrina debacles. . Thursday, September 22, 2005
THE BATTLE OF THE BATTLE HYMN
or, CLUELESS ON THE BANKS OF THE WILLAMETTE A bit of doggerel, casually tossed off on August 16th, THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE NEOCONS has taken on a life of its own. First played on the Nationally syndicated "Stephanie Miller Show" (8-17), my recorded version ran on KOPT's "Nancy Stapp Show" (8-19). Then, The Eugene Weekly decided to run it, uncredited and unrecompensed on 9-15. Why this is, no human knows ... 'ere 'tis: The Battle Hymn of the NeoConsThe Version heard on the Nationally Syndicated Stephanie Miller Show: http://www.stephaniemiller.com/audiobits/08172005/08172005battle.mp3 The Version that aired locally http://www.hartwilliams.com/battlehymn.mp3 MP3 format - 2 meg download (right-click and choose "save as" in WinDoze) But then, the EUGENE WEEKLY decided to print it, because, evidently, "it was on the internet" and, while five minutes of Googling would have found the author, the first two stanzas were published, credited to "Anon." Naturally, as a Writers Union Member, I take a dim view of copyright infringement (we successtully pursued "Tasini v. New York Times" all the way to the Supreme Court, where writers rights to their copyrighted material was upheld by a not-very-split court. So, I called the editor, Ted Taylor, who never actually apologized, nor did he offer compensation for publishing my material without permission. "Fair Use" doesn't extend to commercial publications printing for profit. He said he'd "correct" it. (This is what they ran (in teeny weeny little type): http://www.eugeneweekly.com/2005/09/22/news.html#slant SLANTBut alas, this wasn't the first time this YEAR that the EUGENE WEEKLY decided to snark me in print. Earlier, and having stomped on AVA's shutdown the previous week (kicking Bruce Anderson when he was already down), I noted it. This was their response: http://www.eugeneweekly.com/2005/02/10/news.html A couple of weeks ago we asked AVA Oregon! publisher Bruce Anderson about rumors that he's returning to California, and he denied it. Turns out we asked the wrong question. He's staying in town, but his newspaper is going away, unless of course he finds someone to bankroll future issues. The R-G gave AVA's demise about 200 words Saturday, buried on D3, getting less attention than the Springfield mayor's plans to go on TV for five minutes each week to answer questions. Back in November, the R-G gave Anderson's arrival in town two prominent stories, a photo and a total of 2,000 words. The Oregonian weighed in with a big story, The New York Times gave Anderson's move to Eugene 1,200 words, and the February Editor & Publisher devoted four full pages to Anderson, "the Jeffrey Dahmer of journalism." Hype generates hype, and it turns to whimpers.Talk about snarky! I also noted that the library had the microfilm index online for quite a while -- indeed, my last article for AVA Oregon relied heavily on microfilmed articles on Vicki Walker from the R-G, researched initially over the internet. In other words, when you discover the the world isn't flat, is that news? Or is it shoddy, self-absorbed me-journalism? Having never held the position as Chair, Vice-Chair, Secretary or Treasurer of the Democratic Party of Lane County, snarking, was, as per usual, more important than facts.. This is what they ran: http://www.eugeneweekly.com/2005/02/17/news.html#slant SLANTToo bad they couldn't get their facts straight. Or, actually, it's TYPICAL that they can't get their facts straight. Frankly, that "ball buster" comment on their "correction" "Speaking of ball-busters, did anyone catch ..." sounds a WHOLE LOT like their little snip at the REGISTER-GUARD on the AVA snark: "Speaking of the daily rag ..." (So don't parse to me that it was 'inadvertent': first they steal your stuff, then call you -- in a craven and cowardly manner -- a "ball-buster" for NOT suing them for copyright infringement! The Yiddish term for this springs, unbidden, to mind: "putz") And, minus so much as a minor nod to their illegal behavior (to say nothing of an apology) is just beyond the pale: Clueless, rude and lawless. Now this may not make any difference to anyone. You might think it doesn't matter. But the next time somebody steals your lawn mower, then tells you that they didn't know it was yours, and uses it, returns it without so much as a faretheewell or replacing the gasoline they used, well, perhaps you'll understand how I feel. It's about me, and it's about the profession. You don't steal articles, no matter whether they're fluff or not. Then you don't FAIL to apologize. You don't make a correction that isn't a correction, and you don't call the victim of your crime a "ball-buster" -- even as a sly "witticism." And you take the bloody time to get your facts right, Mr. WEEKLY, unless you're willing to admit that you aren't within ten thousand miles of being an actual journalist. Otherwise, you're not only an amateur, but you're a CRIMINAL amateur as well. Great leaping horny toads, Daddy Warbucks. Show a little class, Ted Taylor. Show some cojones, WEEKLY. And show that you have at least a vestigal apprehension of the canons of journalism. That's some kind of "professionalism" in a "newspaper." I tried to resolve this quietly and amicably, without sending my Union Grievance Officer, or retaining a lawyer. But I guess they just don't cotton to acting civilized. So, what do you think? Do I declare war? Oy vey. This page has been more or less virtually reprinted at: http://www.hartwilliams.com/battle.htm Courage. . Wednesday, September 21, 2005
A QUICKIE
or, OH, YEAH "... of anger and of shame that the world's richest nation couldn't organise a p**s up in a brewery and lets Americans starve while they arrogantly observe petty regulations."Short blog entry today. We here at Skiing Uphill know the last few entries have been hard on the eyes (especially as the presbyopia kicks in). Vheadline.com, "Venezuela's Electronic News" reports: If anyone has misconstrued Christ's very teachings it is George W. Bush...Yes, Virginia, it seems to be true. Here's from the original story [Note the anemic paragraphs]: http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/tm_objectid=16147117&method=full&siteid;=94762&headline=up-in-flames--name_page.html 19 September 2005Luckily, the Bush Administration has KATV in Little Rock, Arkansas, to defend it: Hurricane Relief from Great Britain Called into QuestionEnglish language newspapers seem to have a slightly different take on the disaster than Sean Hannity: The Australian report (tomorrow): Gulf Coast braces for new miseryWell, you're all smart cookies. I think you can process the commentary without a lot of further balderdash from me. Nice to know that so many around the world are seeing us through Bush-colored glasses. Courage. . Tuesday, September 20, 2005IT'S TIME TO TELL THE OLD JESUS UNIVERSITY STORY or, ARISTOPHANES WROTE A PLAY, E-I-E-I-O Lost in the Katrina morass has been the waterproofed Supreme Court nomination of one John Roberts. I read the transcripts and watched portions of the "hearings" -- but I used to wade through thousands of pages of such hearings back when I was on the college debate team at TCU, long ago. We had a pretty good team that year. Even though the final tally didn't reflect it (as we'll see later), there was general consensus that the best two teams in the nation that Watergate year were Old Jesus University and TCU (yes, I am a Horned Frog. Couldn't you tell?). And they dueled all year long, with many tournament finals dominated by TCU v. Old Jesus University verbal slugfests. [NOTE: I am changing the name of the actual school to the accurate "Old Jesus University" for reasons that will become obvious.] Coincidentally, that Freshman year of mine happened to be John Roberts' Freshman year at Haaaarvard (sic). Our coach had been a brilliant debater in college, and it was said that he and his partner had invented, INVENTED the Comparative Advantage case during a tournament in the Southeastern United States in the 1960s. That summer, in conjunction with TCU's centennial celebration, he' hosted the national Conference on Debate and Argumentation, and we were all issued purple-covered "proceedings," after the TCU Press had printed them us. He didn't know it, then, but this would be his last year in debate. Funny how you never realize when the high points were when you were living them. He would move on to become the manager of a city foundation in the industrial Midwest, and turn it into a charitable dynamo. And he would retire as a respected and admired member of the community. But this was his last hurrah in debate. And he was a superb teacher of debate. Many of his lessons stick with me today: don't worry about hitting ALL of the opposition's arguments. Find the critical arguments and focus on them. Look for contradictions. And, find the primary sources. If there was any lasting value in my college education, the vast majority of it came from that magic year of debate. Ironically, the debate topic that year was energy policy. Resolved that the Federal Government shall control energy policy in the United States, or something close to that. I say 'ironically' since during the late fall, the team was nearly stranded when gas prices exploded, and lines formed everywhere. They didn't have enough cash to get BACK to TCU in the two white station wagons that the team used for transport. They were somewhere up in Kansas or Minnesota that week, I recall. I was fortunate enough not to be along. Either someone's granny showed up at a Western Union office early on a Monday morning, or else the students pooled all the cash they had and made it back to Fort Worth, Texas, our command headquarters -- to use the current parlance. We deployed from there, at any event. At the time (while it has changed), two two-person debate teams would square off, affirmative and negative. They split an even number of debates -- perhaps eight rounds, over two days -- arguing for and against. The speeches were broken into ten minute "constructive" and five minute "rebuttal" arguments. Ten for the First Affirmative [speaker] who explains the problem and offers a solution in a (generally) pre-written speech; and ten for First Negative, who disagrees. Second Affirmative defends the case from First Negative's foreordained negativity, and then the Second Negative attacks the plan. Now, they switch, with First Negative taking the first five minute rebuttal -- in which they re-argue, but no new arguments may be offered. That has given the Negative team a fifteen-minute block of time. Now, the First Affirmative Rebuttal (affectionately termed "One-A-R") has to answer fifteen minutes in five. It's the most challenging speech in debate, BTW. Then second Negative, and, finally, Second Affirmative, who has the last word, to go with having had the First. The crux, however, is the Affirmative Case, which defines territory of the debate. And that year, there were many cases out there. There were a lot of conservation and solar energy cases; there were several "future energy" cases, featuring things like tidal power, ocean thermal gradients, magneto hydrodynamics (or, MHD); clean coal, and drilling for more oil cases. For a time, we ran a hydrogen case. There were a lot of nuclear cases, but MOSTLY banning all nuclear energy production. No one seriously tried to defend nukes after the first couple months of that season. Nuclear power was -- alas for the debater who believed in it -- fundamentally indefensible. The Old Jesus University team ran a team case. They had decided it at the beginning of the season, and would fine-tune it for the remainder of the year. TCU ran several cases, but generally won with them all, although they didn't win them all. But they won a lot. And I thought that perhaps becoming a lawyer (which most of them became) might be a very fine thing to become. *** THE GOD DIONYSUS. Any fault there? *** Now, at the same time, I was taking an English course that was analyzing that famed English author Aristophanes. We read "The Frogs" and then "The Clouds." And, having spent the prior year under the lash of our high school humanities teacher, Mr. Gill, of whom a generation of Santa Fe high school graduates can tell horror stories, and a big part of his opening schtick was the death of Socrates, or, the Apology (the trial) and the Phaedo (the death). So, there was always a certain outrage (as Socrates is reputed to have felt) towards Aristophanes, who, in parodying Socrates' arch-enemies, the Sophists, portrayed Socrates as a Sophist, as well. The Sophists were, evidently, rhetorical tutors, who would teach young males (politicians on the make, in that most political of all city-states, Athens) how to win all arguments. The word survives into English, with our words "sophisticated" and "sophistries." The former means, of course, swilling champagne, while the latter means to swill beer calling it champagne. And it didn't take long to note that the parallels between the Sophists of both Aristophanes AND Socrates were quite uncomfortable in the case of college debate. The question "is it good and true?" had been replaced by "is it the argument that will win?" The rest was just details and socializing. *** Phidippides. I will pass over to that part of my discourse *** Debate inadvertently pushed me into the life of verbosity and sloth that I now inhabit, so it wasn't all bad. But it inadvertently pushed me back to Socrates, and I took a course on formal logic, so that I would at least have the nomenclature for the specious arguments with which I was contending nearly every weekend. I felt a lot like most of us feel when forced to watch Faux Nooz: they slap us in the face with "fair and balanced" and then tell a tale that we know isn't right, but we don't know WHY the logic's wrong. Or, we would have a hard time explaining it in a few words. We learned about the argumentum ad hominem, the non sequitur, the straw man, the 'two wrongs don't make a right,' the post hoc ergo propter hoc ("after this, therefore BECAUSE of this), et al, ad nauseum, etcetera. Didn't do me a bit of good in debate. And Aristophanes continued making fun of the Sophists, with whom I rubbed shoulders nearly every weekend. *** [Exeunt Socrates and Strepsiades] *** The irony of debate is that, while it is an exercise in public speaking, the debaters generally outnumber the spectators in any given debate. Four debaters, two two-person teams, affirmative and negative, engage in an elaborate formal rhetorical minuet before an audience of one, the judge. It may have to do with the fact that football is easier on the eyes. Perhaps it is just that oratory is fundamentally dull as a sport. So it is unsurprising that no one, outside of the occasional girl- or boyfriend, ever watches preliminary rounds unless they have to. And, since there are a dearth of available judges, the various team coaches put aside their team hats, and become (hopefully) impartial debate judges, which is great for the teacher, but presents ethical dilemmas for the coach out to win. That year, we could never win a debate in front of a certain judge from a small Texas university. It took much of the season, but I finally pieced together the story: He had been the coach at our school, and had been summarily dismissed when it was learned that he was gay. And, understandably, he harbored an unreasoning hatred for our school, and made certain that we always lost any debate that he was called to adjudge. Funny thing was, his comments were among the best on the ballots that had to be filled out (who won; what the issues were, and speaker points, which counted towards a "best speaker" individual trophy at the end of the tournament), and he ALWAYS gave our debaters superb speaker points. So, that was how he resolved his dilemma. When it became known, it was quietly arranged that he would never sit on a multi-judge panel during the final rounds if one of our debate teams was involved. But that year the Old Jesus University coach was, in addition to being a brilliant debate strategist himself, a win-at-any-costs debate judge. It became apparent as the year progressed that he would give the win or the loss in any debate to the team that would most benefit HIS teams's chances. Rather than a gentlemanly exercise in mentorship (because, really, we were being judged by the collective pedantry of the debating profession), the Old Jesus University coach had adopted the model of having all NASCAR participants swapping pit crews. And he poured sugar in the gas tank as often as he could. But that was in keeping with their case, which was sometimes characterize as "like trying to screw fog." Debaters who had run into it again and again would try attacking from an opposite direction, and the entire case would shift. If there were not enough trucks, they had a plan to provide enough trucks; if there were too many trucks, then they could prove that there were exactly enough trucks. Clearly, the question had not become in inquiry into the "truth" of the case. It had become a question of simply winning, whether the facts bore one out or not. And I began to think that studying the law and becoming an attorney might be a terrible thing, after all. This was Socrates' horror. He was a truth-seeker, after all, and I was, by temperament, unsuited to arguing a case that I cynically did not believe. It was easy enough to raise questions about anything, so Negative cases weren't a problem. And you could find a case you "believed" in, at least that you thought it would be a good idea. But, the Old Jesus University coach and his gang cared mainly about winning. Now, they never were caught "cheating" in the sense of making up evidence, nor any other dirty tricks. They saved those for the debates themselves, as they became masters of the slippery argument and the sly fallacy. They were, as I watched the duel between TCU and Old Jesus University, the perfect sophists. Because they were being taught by their single-minded coach, that ultimate truth of reason: that ALL arguments can ultimately be defeated, because logic is ANALYTICAL, which mean, literally "to break down." You can always break down any argument simply by finding its premises (its unprovable basis) and just saying "uh-uh." Ultimately, you can win any argument simply by demanding that the arguer prove to you that he or she exists. If they can't prove that, then their arguments don't have to be answered. But that isn't the goal of debate. The goal of debate is to learn to weigh the relative truths of this world, and to present reasonable arguments for and against policy choices. After I'd dropped out and moved to Hollywood, they had a panel of college "debate coaches" comment on the Ford-Carter debates, and dang if I didn't know two or three of them. So, what was happening on the national debate scene in that year 1973-1974 had its own influence on a lot of future lawyers. The great duel took place at the regional debate tournament (between Dallas and Fort Worth) at the University of Texas, Arlington, and the finals were, as all expected, TCU and Old Jesus University. This match had been brewing all year long, and this was to be the culminating struggle. The debate armageddon. Both teams' top duos moved through their respective "seedings" with fluid ease, and the championship debate would be held between our best two teams, respectively. It had been a good year for the TCU debate team. While the TCU football team was losing every game but its opening, and the TCU basketball team's style was more suited to the demolition derby than to hoops, we were winning trophies, and at onle point wrote a letter to the local paper -- which they published -- noting our coverage-worthy feats, and asking that they cover said feats -- which, subsequently, they did not. And, the final battle was set. *** Phidippides. Here rave and babble to yourself. *** I think you have a pretty good idea how it turned out. They flipped a coin to see who took Affirmative, and who took Negative, and Old Jesus University won the toss. By all accounts, it was an apocalyptic debate, a close debate, etc. But the Old Jesus University snake-oil case proved impervious to evidence and argument, and they won. A couple weeks later, they breezed through the National Debate Tournament, and that was the end of the season. But I was deeply troubled. Was this the value that rhetoric had in our society? That it was about slickness, and not facts? About sophistry and not Socratic reasoning? And the answer was "yes." I immediately cancelled any thoughts of law school. The next year, our coach resigned, or left or was not renewed, clearly not valued by an administration obsessed with getting a winning football team (it would be years before they succeeded -- they would not win a single game the following year, setting a record for gridiron futility that was shortly topped by Northwestern). He intended to move to another school, but ended up in the industrial Midwest and, as I said, became the director of a large charitable foundation and retired a year or so ago. The Old Jesus University fellows went on. One was a network commentator for the Ford-Carter debates, as noted earlier. But debate had proven to me that Socrates had lost where it really counted, and that the Sophists, much maligned by both Aristophanes and Plato, were alive, well, and doing just fine. They seemed to me soulless men and women, without any moral core, at least in an ethical sense, and in my years since, I have met their brethren and sisters in the professional practice. We call them lawyers. And, listening to the Roberts confirmation hearings, and reading the transcripts, I could not help but think of that year in college debate, and its final outcome, and the oily Old Jesus University debate case. Because, in front of the Senate Judiciary Committee, John Roberts ran the Old Jesus University debate case as well as anybody ever has. *** ... and the man who gave him the poison now and then looked at his feet and legs; and after a while he pressed his foot hard, and asked him if he could feel; and he said, No; and then his leg, and so upwards and upwards, and showed us that he was cold and stiff. And he felt them himself, and said: When the poison reaches the heart, that will be the end. He was beginning to grow cold about the groin, when he uncovered his face, for he had covered himself up, and said--they were his last words--he said: Crito, I owe a cock to Asclepius*; will you remember to pay the debt? *** And it seems a dead certainty that John Roberts will be confirmed as Chief Justice, to our eventual sorrow. I might be wrong. Perhaps the Supreme court will change the man, but I fear I'm more liable to be right than wrong on this one, no matter how much I might hope to be wrong.
Courage. . [*NOTE: Asclepius (or, Aesclepius) was the God of Healing. The irony here -- or, Socrates' last joke -- is that the sacrifice was usually performed as thanks for healing from an illness. Most scholars feel that Socrates (or Plato, editorializing) was saying, in essence, "I'm cured of the illness called 'being alive.'" It may well be that Socrates did, in fact, owe Aesclepius a rooster, and wanted to ensure better sleeping arrangements in Hades. But who am I to quibble? -- HW] . Sunday, September 18, 2005
THE APOCALYPSE STAGE CREW DRESSES A SET
hart williams
or, LIES SOMEBODY'S PRESIDENT TOLD ME We begin with the absurd pronouncement of a mainstream media outlet that thinks it pays attention, and that its opinion is thoughtful and considered: Bush in chargeBush was, instead, having problems buttoning his shirt. Don't believe me? Take a look: They brought in their own generators, put a blue gel on the illumination of the cathedral so that it would match the president's shirt -- but couldn't generate enough wattage to illuminate the Romanesque spires, lending the picture an odd caste as a mission church, and not a Catholic cathedral. They illuminated the equestrian statue, but, odd for an administration that prides itself on appealing directly to the reptile brain, what was SHOWN was a rearing horse. Now, the reptile brain doesn't understand historical nuance, but may well have understood VERY WELL that it was a horseman of the apocalypse forming a third of the stage set. [Never mind that the entire square was cordoned off on all side with camouflage netting, forming an ad hoc "stage," nor that all press and other citizenry were kept out of the "speechifying zone" -- another astonishingly arrogant act, more on a par with the Sun King than with an American presidency.] With the equestrian of Jackson statue over his shoulder and virtual control of the single "pool" camera, Bushies had chosen their venue carefully. Bush himself had undoubtedly rehearsed the speech -- as he does for his State of the Union Speeches. Everything had been calculated to bury the disastrous dithering and present a BOLD presidency. And then they let him try to button his own shirt. It is an apt metaphor for this whole accursed and avoidable tragedy. I would say "fiasco" except that a lot of people died, and Button-Challenged Bush was standing there to sweep them under the rug. That was the PURPOSE of the speech, although the media obsesses on the PROMISES of the speech, as if they had already happened, in many cases. We cannot for a moment pretend that someone in El Bushe's entourage didn't NOTICE that the Big Man had misbuttoned his shirt. Which means that we cannot discount the distinct probability that NO ONE TOLD HIM -- as numerous media outlets have confirmed that Bush's legendary, rumored thin-skinned and testy persona has aides and advisors afraid to in any wise correct, emend, or otherwise disagree with the Castrati-in-Thief. And that, too is an apt metaphor, which I'll get to in a moment: he doesn't work or play well with others. But they were so busy reading their advance transcripts, and preparing for the "instant" analyses that were to come that they DID NOT LOOK CLOSELY at what was right in front of their eyes. They all were enslaved to the same image, the same camera view -- and not one of them saw it, either. Again, a particularly apt metaphor for our increasingly brain-dead and asleep-at-the-wheel media. [I must confess that I did not see it either -- I let my TIVO record it for future viewing and listened to the speech instead. A friend passed on the photo, which I would love to credit if anyone out there knows what sharp-eyed person captured it. We are rather sensitive about uncredited material here at Skiing Uphill, these days -- see yesterday's blog for details.] Can we really repose confidence in his "confident demeanor"? And how come no one at the Boston GLOBE noticed it, even though it was right in front of their faces? They have eyes but do not see; they have ears but do not hear. But, you know, it registered. It registered -- in a three-element set -- with every mother, every grandmother, every person who's noticed a friend's sartorial misfire. They may not have realized it consciously, but the entire speech was geared to that selfsame reptile brain/subconscious that they've motivated with fear/security issues for the past six years. And that's a metaphor too: the manipulators undercutting their own manipulation by allowing antithetical symbolism slip in beside their seemingly tightly-controlled pageants. Because immediately after the speech, the public perception that Bush is doing a good job SLIPPED from 38% to 35% in a poll that WON'T be quoted by the MSM. They will find the MOST flattering poll and report THAT. But it will also show that Bush's approval didn't "bounce" after the speech. It dipped. And that's attributable to a fundamental failure to properly get their lipstick on an increasingly unmanageable pig. The ever-opportunistic Bushies saw an opportunity to shove forward their agenda in the speech, with a series of weird initiatives that advance their ideology without particularly advancing the plight of the dispossessed of Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama. "The president, in a rush to show he was in charge, outlined a three-point recovery program --an enterprise zone, retraining grants, and a home-ownership program. It's too soon to propose a plan with this degree of detail. Much of the rebuilding will be financed through insurance payments, and the federal government needs to step in only when private resources are insufficient." [ibid.]OK: I've been sitting for three days now, processing. I've been a literary critic for thirty years now, and I know enough to understand that every word in that speech was carefully chosen. Too much was riding on it for it to NOT be the case. And, clearly, professional speechwriters were in charge. Can anyone seriously believe that George W. Bush would know to not merely state, but CAREFULLY ENUNCIATE the term "inspectors general"? No. Not from a man who can't pronounce "nuclear." Bush was carefully scripted, AND he was rehearsed. I spent too many years in debate not to know a carefully prepped speech when viewing it. Having watched the speech again last night, and with the official transcript from the White House web site, I think I finally found the CORE, the crux moment of that speech. Gussied up as it was in dream logic and non-rational appeals, it wasn't apparent without some reflection. Here 'tis: "It is now clear that a challenge on this scale requires greater federal authority and a broader role for the armed forces -- the institution of our government most capable of massive logistical operations on a moment's notice.Let's subtract the dream-dressing: "It is now clear that [...] this scale requires greater federal authority and a broader role for the armed forces [...] I, as President, am responsible for the problem, and for the solution. So I've ordered ... "The fallacy lies in the false conclusion that because HE is responsible for the problem, HE alone is responsible for the solution. You see it? It is, literally, "owning the problem." But that's specious. The entire mess, as we learn every day, has been fueled by the utter and arrogant unwillingness of FEMA and the Department of Homeland Sekurity to cede any control or power, even while they dithered and bumbled in darkness. Trucks bearing water and food were turned away from New Orleans. A sheriff in a power-stripped town was told by FEMA on the phone to request aid VIA THE FEMA WEBSITE ... a doctor ON THE TARMAC at New Orleans' airport was ordered by FEMA to stop treating patients, even though he was the only doctor present. People died as he watched, helplessly. These are not mere anecdotes: they are samplings of a broad spectrum of screwups. But they all have the same salient problem: An unwillingness to act responsibly, and an unwillingness to share any responsibilty, even to the level of personally STOPPING a physician in an ad-hoc triage station, as he was administering emergency care to injured and dying storm victims. And, in a slithery flash, George W. Bush claimed that, since HE was the problem, HE was, therefore the solution. All men are mortal. Socrates is a man. Therefore, all men are Socrates. Quod erat demonstrandum. See? Everything else proceeds from that little judo throw of poor, dumb rationality. It's slipped in between carefully chosen qualifiers, a magician's sleight of hand: Ok. Enough speech. Listen to what Maureen Dowd said in the NEW YORK TIMES: September 17, 2005Or, listen to Frank Rich from Sunday's NYT: September 18, 2005But this was what he wrote, most tellingly: ONCE Toto parts the curtain, the Wizard of Oz can never be the wizard again. He is forever Professor Marvel, blowhard and snake-oil salesman. Hurricane Katrina, which is likely to endure in the American psyche as long as L. Frank Baum's mythic tornado, has similarly unmasked George W. Bush.And, it would be tempting to dismiss Bush as the accidental president, who can't even button his shirt for the most important speech he's ever given. That would be tempting, and a lot of progressives are doing it. But don't forget, while the entire nation sours on them, they're still winning: still getting Roberts and a Loonie-to-be-named-later on the Supreme Court; now using the Katrina Catastrophe to cut out the last of the Federal programs they don't like -- as though the cuts to the Corps of Engineers levee construction funds caused no harm nor were unwise in any wise! -- still going to vote on Social Security privatization; still shoved lunatic John Bolton into the UN on the 60th Anniversary of same; still putting Karen Hughes in charge of the Middle East for the State Department; still managed to get $64 billion in disaster relief ALL given to FEMA (to do with as they please!), and, they've already moved rapidly to turn this whole disaster into a business "free-fire" zone, with no regulations, few taxes and endless opportunity. This disaster may well only be beginning, after all. Meantime, they eschew the "blame game" as long as it's about them, and their surrogates go after all critics. Here's a "teenage" Republican blogger on the "button" fiasco http://www.thepoliticalteen.net/index.php : September 16, 2005Well, at least the kid (if it IS a kid, there's a LOT of advertising on this supposedly 'amateur' blog) knows how the Rovies argue. What does a semen-stained dress have to do with Bush's misbuttoning? And if that semen-stained dress warranted an impeachment, does this mean, by the "Teen"s reasoning, that Bush should be indicted immediately? Because that's the only LOGICAL conclusion to his argument. The classic Republican fallacy of "Clinton did it" or, "Two wrongs make ours right!" And they're still leading the national media by a nose ring as though it were a prize pig at a county fair. (Sometimes I wish they'd just button it, themselves.) Here's the blooper headline of the day: Bush Vows to Rebuild Gulf Coast in Speech(Yes, rebuilding it speech is the ONLY guarantee we have in all of this: Rhetorical skyscrapers as far as the eye can see.) And, from the St. Petersburg Times [which notes that "Information from the New York Times, Associated Press and Hearst Newspapers was used in this report"]: "Four years after the frightening experience of Sept. 11, Americans have every right to expect a more effective response in a time of emergency," the president said. He said that when the federal government fails to meet such an obligation, "I, as president, am responsible for the problem, and for the solution."Well, this media's surely no prize pig. Courage. . |
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