I give up on trying to ignore post-9/11 topics on this blog for the sake of diversity. It’s fun, easy and seems to be the most important issue of our time -- following certainly the defining moment of the 2000s, although the decade is young yet.
The U.S. terror level is at Ernie.
According to a news conference yesterday, “the danger of an attack in the ‘near term,’ possibly in the United States, was ‘perhaps greater now than at any point since Sept. 11, 2001.’” The speaker was Tom Ridge, secretary of Homeland Security, quoted in The New York Times. Note that there’s “danger” in the “near term” “possibly in the United States” that’s “perhaps greater” than it has been for quite some time.
Or it’s not greater. And the attack might come in Kuala Lumpur. And it might not happen at all, just as previous alerts have been raised without terrorist strikes following, although it’s impossible to say whether our level of alert has deterred terrorists from acting.
But if our alerts have deterred attacks, they probably won’t in the future. The system cries wolf, especially as it hasn’t been below yellow (the midrange) since its creation, and creates no sustained interest among average U.S. citizens. Mainly it seems to provide newspapers, fewer all the time, with front-page warnings that also fail to stir people on the street. Ho-hum. Business as usual. Even U.S. stock markets rose, amid all this terror, almost across the board.
The system has taught the public that vigilance is unnecessary, although demands for security in places such as airlines or stadiums also show that vigilance is irritating.
How can it be otherwise? The system is as meaningless as Ridge’s oral warning and as confusing as Starbuck’s “tall,” “grande” and “venti” system (in which tall is small, grande is medium and venti is Italian. It means “twenty,” as in ounces, but a cold and hot venti are different sizes, with a cold venti holding 24 ounces).
For those unclear on our system, it breaks down as follows:
Green is a low risk of terrorist attacks; blue is a general risk; yellow is a significant risk; orange is a high risk; and red is a severe risk.
So there’s never not a risk of an attack, but sometimes there’s a general sense one’s coming. Up the scale, in the widely used sense of the words, there’s no difference between “significant” and “high,” and in the dictionary sense of the words, “significant” just means the risk is meaningful, important or fairly large -- indistinguishable, variously, from a general or high risk -- and “high” means serious or grave.
So does “severe.”
Homeland Security would do well to trim its alert levels to three: low, medium and high, and announce only high alerts to the public.
Monday, December 22, 2003
Saturday, December 20, 2003
FORGING AHEAD
I think I’m addicted to writing about this post-9/11/Iraq junk. Just yesterday, I know, I implied I’d move on, yet here I am again.
But if there’s a cottage industry in forgery going on in Iraq, as Newsweek says, that’s bad news for anyone expecting to see facts dictate U.S. policy. While the Bush administration would sooner endorse gay marriages than admit a mistake, it’s possible there’s something else motivating its increasingly ludicrous insistence that there are weapons of mass destruction hidden somewhere in Iraq, and that they’ll be found. Eventually.
It makes sense because chemical and biological weapons have a very short shelf life, according to experts that include even the hawkish Kenneth M. Pollack, author of “The Threatening Storm: The Case for Invading Iraq.”
So all the Bush administration has to do is keep poking around Iraq long enough for someone -- perhaps someone more accomplished than the concoctor of Niger uranium documents or Mohammad Atta memos -- to create fake weapons lists. The fact that the weapons degrade rapidly would make it very easy to back up the documents, in the Bush sense that a lack of evidence can be taken as proof of something that can’t be proven anyway. On the administration shopping list: a bunker with empty canisters with a fake document saying what the canisters once held. (Empty, in this case, would probably mean “filled with nonweaponized powder.”)
I would feel much more foolish about this whacked-out conspiracy theory if it weren’t that forged documents do, in fact, keep showing up, and they tend to, for some reason, support the Bush administration’s whacked-out conspiracy theories.
But if there’s a cottage industry in forgery going on in Iraq, as Newsweek says, that’s bad news for anyone expecting to see facts dictate U.S. policy. While the Bush administration would sooner endorse gay marriages than admit a mistake, it’s possible there’s something else motivating its increasingly ludicrous insistence that there are weapons of mass destruction hidden somewhere in Iraq, and that they’ll be found. Eventually.
It makes sense because chemical and biological weapons have a very short shelf life, according to experts that include even the hawkish Kenneth M. Pollack, author of “The Threatening Storm: The Case for Invading Iraq.”
So all the Bush administration has to do is keep poking around Iraq long enough for someone -- perhaps someone more accomplished than the concoctor of Niger uranium documents or Mohammad Atta memos -- to create fake weapons lists. The fact that the weapons degrade rapidly would make it very easy to back up the documents, in the Bush sense that a lack of evidence can be taken as proof of something that can’t be proven anyway. On the administration shopping list: a bunker with empty canisters with a fake document saying what the canisters once held. (Empty, in this case, would probably mean “filled with nonweaponized powder.”)
I would feel much more foolish about this whacked-out conspiracy theory if it weren’t that forged documents do, in fact, keep showing up, and they tend to, for some reason, support the Bush administration’s whacked-out conspiracy theories.
Friday, December 19, 2003
INNOCENT UNTIL FOREIGN-LOOKING
I feel strangely lame focusing so much on the whole post-9/11 realm of topics, but a piece in The New York Times today on the treatment of imprisoned terrorist suspects must be passed on.
“Almost all were found to have no tangible connection to terrorism,” writes Paul von Zielbauer, but were slammed into walls and otherwise hurt even if not resisting. One videotape used in the investigation showed “guards smashing a detainee’s face into” a wall covered by an American flag T-shirt (bearing the inevitable “These colors don’t run”).
The article, not much longer than this posting, includes a teaser that prosecutions against the abusers are being considered. Even if there are none, it’s good to see the report come out -- especially on the same day two federal courts officially frown on Bush administration detention policies elsewhere.
Bush may wind up getting re-elected, but at least there are signs of life in the judiciary.
“Almost all were found to have no tangible connection to terrorism,” writes Paul von Zielbauer, but were slammed into walls and otherwise hurt even if not resisting. One videotape used in the investigation showed “guards smashing a detainee’s face into” a wall covered by an American flag T-shirt (bearing the inevitable “These colors don’t run”).
The article, not much longer than this posting, includes a teaser that prosecutions against the abusers are being considered. Even if there are none, it’s good to see the report come out -- especially on the same day two federal courts officially frown on Bush administration detention policies elsewhere.
Bush may wind up getting re-elected, but at least there are signs of life in the judiciary.
Thursday, December 18, 2003
USER ERROR
Apple Computer users should not gloat over any perceived superiority to Microsoft’s Windows operating system. For one thing, it’s low-class. For another, bragging about the lack of hacks and viruses hitting Mac OS computers is silly, because the free pass is mainly courtesy of the fact that Apple represents a minuscule portion of the overall computer market. Throwing a tantrum is no fun if no one notices.
But the aggressively anti-Macintosh attitudes of many Windows users is more distasteful, mainly because it’s simply ugly to see 95 percent of some group making fun of the remainder for no reason other than that they’re different.
Especially when you read such things as PC Magazine columnist Lance Ulanoff writing, notoriously, that “Overall, maybe OS X is better than Windows, but that's not the point.” (Windows partisans like to say Macintosh is no better, but Ulanoff’s piece neatly, if accidentally, sums up the circular reasoning that so complicates hating Mac users. Portraying them as a snobbish elite obliges some thought about how they can be snobs and elitists if Macintosh computers aren’t actually better. The list of things that rich snobs buy because they suck is short, to say the least.)
The distaste grows when it’s noted that the piece -- gracelessly titled “Eureka! Macs are not invulnerable” -- hinges on pointing out a security flaw that even Ulanoff agrees will probably never be exploited. So the message is that Windows users can be happy because there’s a Macintosh security flaw, even though it’s as though there isn’t.
Schadenfreude without actual misfortune to be gleeful about: weird.
But the aggressively anti-Macintosh attitudes of many Windows users is more distasteful, mainly because it’s simply ugly to see 95 percent of some group making fun of the remainder for no reason other than that they’re different.
Especially when you read such things as PC Magazine columnist Lance Ulanoff writing, notoriously, that “Overall, maybe OS X is better than Windows, but that's not the point.” (Windows partisans like to say Macintosh is no better, but Ulanoff’s piece neatly, if accidentally, sums up the circular reasoning that so complicates hating Mac users. Portraying them as a snobbish elite obliges some thought about how they can be snobs and elitists if Macintosh computers aren’t actually better. The list of things that rich snobs buy because they suck is short, to say the least.)
The distaste grows when it’s noted that the piece -- gracelessly titled “Eureka! Macs are not invulnerable” -- hinges on pointing out a security flaw that even Ulanoff agrees will probably never be exploited. So the message is that Windows users can be happy because there’s a Macintosh security flaw, even though it’s as though there isn’t.
Schadenfreude without actual misfortune to be gleeful about: weird.
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
A FABLE
A tribe huddled in a vast, magnificent, troubled cave. Some were starving, fires were poorly maintained and some -- those forced to live near where the waste piled up -- noticed that problems increasingly went unacknowledged or, if acknowledged, unsolved. On top of all that, the world seemed to grow increasingly hostile. Animals sometimes carried off tribe members. The weather grew wild and threatening.
The leader, although he had a comfortable life among the tribe’s elite, felt he had an obligation as leader to do something about these troubles. With the help of his magicians and advisers, he decided on a bold course: He would destroy all the gods complicating life in the cave.
“Good,” the tribe murmured upon hearing the news.
“How, exactly,” a wiseacre asked.
“Shut up, idiot,” the tribe said, “he’s going to destroy all the gods.”
“And,” the leader announced, grandly ignoring the tussle, “I will bring back candy.”
“Cool,” the tribe murmured. “We love candy.”
“About this destroying-the-gods thing,” the wiseacre ventured.
“Shut up, idiot,” the tribe murmured, a little menacingly, “he’s going to bring us candy.”
In a wink, the leader and his party, made up of the able-bodied tribe members who were otherwise to be put to work maintaining fires, taking out the trash, fortifying defenses and building protections against the animals and weather, were gone. (Actually, the leader didn’t go anywhere. But he bravely gave instructions to the tribe members who were leaving the cave for him, who just as bravely decided to not to think very much about what they were doing.)
Time passed. As things in the cave deteriorated, the leader assured the worriers with a twinkling eye and solemn voice that they needn’t worry, for he was out there right now, somewhere else, far away, destroying all the troublesome gods for them.
After long, the party returned, much fewer in number. The secretary of the party unrolled a scroll, cleared his throat and read the official report of the adventures. “Members of war party destroyed: many,” he read. “Gods destroyed: none.”
He rolled the scroll back up and put it away.
“Oh,” he said, remembering, handing the leader a bag. “Here’s your candy.”
The leader called a meeting of the tribe. When all had gathered, he used his most solemn voice to tell the people exactly what had transpired outside the cave.
“We have made significant progress in destroying the gods,” he told them, careful not to waste time with meaningless detail.
The people of the tribe were not as pleased as he expected, because living in the cave was still full of problems, for many worse than before, and the animals still growled and paced outside, and the weather still was wild and threatening. They murmured at the news the leader gave, but the murmuring was mixed, with hostility among the support.
The leader held up the bag, twinkling solemnly. The leader, not the bag.
“And,” he said, “as promised, I have brought candy.”
“Candy,” breathed the crowd. “We love candy.”
And so life returned to normal in the cave, difficult for some and filled with fears about conditions, animals and weather, sweet for others. It was unclear who actually got to eat the candy -- in fact, no one seemed to know anyone who’d even heard of anyone who got to have some -- but it was nice to know that the bloody, difficult trip outside the cave got results.
Moral: Everyone likes candy.
THE UPDATED, EDITED VERSION
First person: I asked you to clean up this place. Weren’t you supposed to take out the trash? Did you do the shopping? Did you pay the bills? Did you fix the lock on the door? You do remember this place was broken into, right? What the heck have you been doing all day while I’ve been working?
Second person: Um ... I got you some candy.
First person: I love candy.
The leader, although he had a comfortable life among the tribe’s elite, felt he had an obligation as leader to do something about these troubles. With the help of his magicians and advisers, he decided on a bold course: He would destroy all the gods complicating life in the cave.
“Good,” the tribe murmured upon hearing the news.
“How, exactly,” a wiseacre asked.
“Shut up, idiot,” the tribe said, “he’s going to destroy all the gods.”
“And,” the leader announced, grandly ignoring the tussle, “I will bring back candy.”
“Cool,” the tribe murmured. “We love candy.”
“About this destroying-the-gods thing,” the wiseacre ventured.
“Shut up, idiot,” the tribe murmured, a little menacingly, “he’s going to bring us candy.”
In a wink, the leader and his party, made up of the able-bodied tribe members who were otherwise to be put to work maintaining fires, taking out the trash, fortifying defenses and building protections against the animals and weather, were gone. (Actually, the leader didn’t go anywhere. But he bravely gave instructions to the tribe members who were leaving the cave for him, who just as bravely decided to not to think very much about what they were doing.)
Time passed. As things in the cave deteriorated, the leader assured the worriers with a twinkling eye and solemn voice that they needn’t worry, for he was out there right now, somewhere else, far away, destroying all the troublesome gods for them.
After long, the party returned, much fewer in number. The secretary of the party unrolled a scroll, cleared his throat and read the official report of the adventures. “Members of war party destroyed: many,” he read. “Gods destroyed: none.”
He rolled the scroll back up and put it away.
“Oh,” he said, remembering, handing the leader a bag. “Here’s your candy.”
The leader called a meeting of the tribe. When all had gathered, he used his most solemn voice to tell the people exactly what had transpired outside the cave.
“We have made significant progress in destroying the gods,” he told them, careful not to waste time with meaningless detail.
The people of the tribe were not as pleased as he expected, because living in the cave was still full of problems, for many worse than before, and the animals still growled and paced outside, and the weather still was wild and threatening. They murmured at the news the leader gave, but the murmuring was mixed, with hostility among the support.
The leader held up the bag, twinkling solemnly. The leader, not the bag.
“And,” he said, “as promised, I have brought candy.”
“Candy,” breathed the crowd. “We love candy.”
And so life returned to normal in the cave, difficult for some and filled with fears about conditions, animals and weather, sweet for others. It was unclear who actually got to eat the candy -- in fact, no one seemed to know anyone who’d even heard of anyone who got to have some -- but it was nice to know that the bloody, difficult trip outside the cave got results.
Moral: Everyone likes candy.
THE UPDATED, EDITED VERSION
First person: I asked you to clean up this place. Weren’t you supposed to take out the trash? Did you do the shopping? Did you pay the bills? Did you fix the lock on the door? You do remember this place was broken into, right? What the heck have you been doing all day while I’ve been working?
Second person: Um ... I got you some candy.
First person: I love candy.
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
DEMOCRATS FOR DEFEAT
The new Democratic attack on Howard Dean is a mistake, and a nasty one, at that -- all the more so because, although the attack ads themselves are funded by Americans for Jobs, Health Care and Progressive Values, funding for the group is a mystery and will stay one for as long as the group can legally hold out.
Among the pointlessly divisive things the ads say is that “Howard Dean has no military or foreign policy experience. And Howard Dean just cannot compete with George Bush on foreign policy. It’s time for Democrats to think about that -- and think about it now.”
First, whether you’re a Democrat, Republican or any other flavor of political being, pause to savor this hack work: “It’s time for Democrats to think about that -- and think about it now.”
Yes, it’s time to savor it -- and savor it now. It’s not time to do it later. Now.
Right.
Beyond the junior high quality of the writing, the logic behind the ad also suffers from a certain idiocy. Saying Dean “can’t compete with George Bush on foreign policy” is not exactly a criticism.
Bush ran as a governor with minimal foreign policy experience (does occasionally rousing himself to fly a plane in Texas during wartime count as military experience?) who vowed to stay out of such pesky world affairs as Israeli-Palestinian relations. Since then he’s alienated our allies, enraged our enemies and even betrayed his friends, notably Mexican president Vicente Fox, backed down to the World Trade Organization and even helped spur opium production and Al Qaeda membership. He’s bumbled away world sympathy since 9/11 and turned it into outright fear and loathing.
So one must ask: Is Americans for Jobs, Health Care and Progressive Values secretly funded by a very smart Howard Dean? Or by truly stupid Democratic opponents?
Among the pointlessly divisive things the ads say is that “Howard Dean has no military or foreign policy experience. And Howard Dean just cannot compete with George Bush on foreign policy. It’s time for Democrats to think about that -- and think about it now.”
First, whether you’re a Democrat, Republican or any other flavor of political being, pause to savor this hack work: “It’s time for Democrats to think about that -- and think about it now.”
Yes, it’s time to savor it -- and savor it now. It’s not time to do it later. Now.
Right.
Beyond the junior high quality of the writing, the logic behind the ad also suffers from a certain idiocy. Saying Dean “can’t compete with George Bush on foreign policy” is not exactly a criticism.
Bush ran as a governor with minimal foreign policy experience (does occasionally rousing himself to fly a plane in Texas during wartime count as military experience?) who vowed to stay out of such pesky world affairs as Israeli-Palestinian relations. Since then he’s alienated our allies, enraged our enemies and even betrayed his friends, notably Mexican president Vicente Fox, backed down to the World Trade Organization and even helped spur opium production and Al Qaeda membership. He’s bumbled away world sympathy since 9/11 and turned it into outright fear and loathing.
So one must ask: Is Americans for Jobs, Health Care and Progressive Values secretly funded by a very smart Howard Dean? Or by truly stupid Democratic opponents?
Monday, December 15, 2003
JESSICA LYNCH COUNTRY
Jessica Lynch went down shooting in an Iraqi ambush ... well, not really. The original version of that story released by the U.S. military was highly dramatized. Among other flaws in the pulse-pounding military version, her gun jammed. Her rescue team, thoughtfully carrying video cameras, encountered no resistance, but the footage the military gave television sure looked exciting.
Now, with the capture of Saddam Hussein, we already have two versions of a key fact: How we found his final hiding place.
In one, “A piece of fiber protruding from the dirt caught the eye of an American special forces soldier,” revealing the hole’s trap door. In the other, an Iraqi “on the property, apparently realizing the game was up, pointed out a bricked-in wall ... Saddam is in there, he told the special forces operators.”
Based on recent experience, I’m going to guess the less dramatic story, the one that fails to deify our armed forces, is closer to the truth.
Now, with the capture of Saddam Hussein, we already have two versions of a key fact: How we found his final hiding place.
In one, “A piece of fiber protruding from the dirt caught the eye of an American special forces soldier,” revealing the hole’s trap door. In the other, an Iraqi “on the property, apparently realizing the game was up, pointed out a bricked-in wall ... Saddam is in there, he told the special forces operators.”
Based on recent experience, I’m going to guess the less dramatic story, the one that fails to deify our armed forces, is closer to the truth.
Sunday, December 14, 2003
THE MAGIC SHOW
The pattern is well set. The president’s fortunes will rise with celebration over the capture of Saddam Hussein; for a period, Bush will be able to do no wrong; he will use that to advance some portion of his agenda that would otherwise be difficult, whether it’s domestic or further adventures in the Middle East.
For months I was convinced Bush’s buildup to an Iraq war was cover for his domestic agenda, because I’d never heard of the Project for the New American Century. Now I know the international agenda is just as real as the domestic for Bush’s administration, but that doesn’t change the political realities of creating a wartime presidency even when the real war -- the one in Afghanistan, in this case -- wears out.
If I was at risk of forgetting this, a reminder was fast in reaching me. I hadn’t been in the Boston Herald newsroom five minutes today before overhearing Jules Crittendon, who traveled with U.S. troops to cover the Iraq war, referring to “Howard -- no, excuse me, Coward Dean.”
There’s not much you can do to counter an attitude that makes cowardice out of opposing an unjustified war of choice against a former ally, especially since the people declaring war aren’t the ones facing death. But the magic of U.S. politics can make the capture of an enemy, even a former ally, seem like justification for war instead of simply a probable outcome, and opposition seem like cowardice instead of simply opposition.
Magic isn’t real, of course. What we call magic is actually illusion enabled by misdirection, and it is through those techniques that the Bush administration will pursue its goals, here or abroad. Opponents will have a hard time responding because some of the audience will be taken in by the trick and others simply enjoy the magic even though they know there’s a trick involved.
For Bush, who has consistently been portrayed as deeply religious, it is not magic but providence that’s at work for him. And he will proceed with the power of politics, the U.S. military and God behind him, very possibly marching right over the wishes and rights of those wary of all three.
This political pattern is so well set that I’m not sure there’s any way to break it. Especially when revealing the mechanics of illusion would only bother the audience members who were so enjoying the show.
For months I was convinced Bush’s buildup to an Iraq war was cover for his domestic agenda, because I’d never heard of the Project for the New American Century. Now I know the international agenda is just as real as the domestic for Bush’s administration, but that doesn’t change the political realities of creating a wartime presidency even when the real war -- the one in Afghanistan, in this case -- wears out.
If I was at risk of forgetting this, a reminder was fast in reaching me. I hadn’t been in the Boston Herald newsroom five minutes today before overhearing Jules Crittendon, who traveled with U.S. troops to cover the Iraq war, referring to “Howard -- no, excuse me, Coward Dean.”
There’s not much you can do to counter an attitude that makes cowardice out of opposing an unjustified war of choice against a former ally, especially since the people declaring war aren’t the ones facing death. But the magic of U.S. politics can make the capture of an enemy, even a former ally, seem like justification for war instead of simply a probable outcome, and opposition seem like cowardice instead of simply opposition.
Magic isn’t real, of course. What we call magic is actually illusion enabled by misdirection, and it is through those techniques that the Bush administration will pursue its goals, here or abroad. Opponents will have a hard time responding because some of the audience will be taken in by the trick and others simply enjoy the magic even though they know there’s a trick involved.
For Bush, who has consistently been portrayed as deeply religious, it is not magic but providence that’s at work for him. And he will proceed with the power of politics, the U.S. military and God behind him, very possibly marching right over the wishes and rights of those wary of all three.
This political pattern is so well set that I’m not sure there’s any way to break it. Especially when revealing the mechanics of illusion would only bother the audience members who were so enjoying the show.
Saturday, December 13, 2003
POWELL, RIGHT IN THE KISSER
As many shake their heads in horrified awe at the Bush White House comedy routine -- diss France, Germany and Russia, then ask them for favors -- there are others instead nodding mysteriously. The nodders are those who believe there are no accidents here, and that the Pentagon hard-liners issued the diss fully aware of how it would screw up the favor-asking.
In line with that theory, it’s worthwhile to note an an anonymous quote in the Friday New York Times: “Other countries know that [Colin] Powell doesn’t win all the battles. If you deal with [James] Baker, you know you’re going to get what you need.”
Since Powell is secretary of state and Baker is just a special envoy to the president, signed up solely to get France, Germany and Russia to release Iraq from some of the money it owes them, there seems to be a strong signal being sent to Powell. And to the rest of us, of course, meaning everyone who thinks Powell -- still somehow considered a voice of restraint -- is one of the better things about the Bush administration.
In line with that theory, it’s worthwhile to note an an anonymous quote in the Friday New York Times: “Other countries know that [Colin] Powell doesn’t win all the battles. If you deal with [James] Baker, you know you’re going to get what you need.”
Since Powell is secretary of state and Baker is just a special envoy to the president, signed up solely to get France, Germany and Russia to release Iraq from some of the money it owes them, there seems to be a strong signal being sent to Powell. And to the rest of us, of course, meaning everyone who thinks Powell -- still somehow considered a voice of restraint -- is one of the better things about the Bush administration.
Friday, December 12, 2003
READY CLAIM, FIRE
I just want my little pocket knife back -- a Swiss Army dealie, with wee knife, wee file, wee scissors and oddly large toothpick, that I got one holiday gift-giving season. It was taken from me by Transportation Security Administration workers when I went to California for Thanksgiving. (Silly, but impossible to argue with.)
But in pursuing how to get it back, I find that the administration is disturbingly prepared, at least in terms of paperwork, for any eventuality.
Check out the “TSA Claim Form for Missing or Damaged Items (SF95),” that, when opened as an Adobe Acrobat file, turns out to be an all-purpose “Claim for damage, injury or death.”
Creepy.
Come to think of it, the administration is not prepared for any eventuality, and the form is not all-purpose. I just noticed that the form itself doesn’t say it’s for something that’s missing. Just, you know, hurt or killed.
But in pursuing how to get it back, I find that the administration is disturbingly prepared, at least in terms of paperwork, for any eventuality.
Check out the “TSA Claim Form for Missing or Damaged Items (SF95),” that, when opened as an Adobe Acrobat file, turns out to be an all-purpose “Claim for damage, injury or death.”
Creepy.
Come to think of it, the administration is not prepared for any eventuality, and the form is not all-purpose. I just noticed that the form itself doesn’t say it’s for something that’s missing. Just, you know, hurt or killed.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
PAIN IN MY ASS
I woke up early and paid about $30 for a Zipcar today for the pleasure of a steroid injection to take pressure off a nerve. The pain has been particularly intense lately -- in fact it’s frequently been agonizing -- and I’ve been looking forward to this appointment since early November.
But after one round of filling out forms at St. Elizabeth’s Medical Center, in Brighton, and as I was being told to fill out another, a nurse warned me that it was extremely unlikely that I would get my injection today. I didn’t.
Today was just the day the doctors at St. Elizabeth’s looked at me to find out all the stuff that the doctors at Tufts-New England Medical Center found out last month. They would probably have insisted on doing it anyway, but I still got criticism for not getting my medical records from one doctor to another. That’s correct: In the five weeks I had to wait for my pain management appointment, those records had not been exchanged. My fault, right? Especially because, since being told I wouldn’t actually be treated that day, and being in supreme, shrieking, exquisite pain, I had gone in with a bad attitude.
I told the doctor that, when I called to make the appointment, that might have been a good time to tell me that I wouldn’t actually be getting treatment. I also told him that would have been a good time -- another would have been any time between when I made my appointment and kept it -- to tell me that it was somehow my responsibility to get my medical records from one institution to the next.
The doctor agreed I was hardly the only person who has fallen afoul of this medical-records problem. Indeed, it happens all the time, he said, this flagrant showing-up-without-records. I repeated my suggestion that his office could solve that by telling new patients what they needed to do to facilitate the doctors’ jobs. He repeated that it wasn’t his office’s responsibility.
So much for preventive medicine. I thought doctors would want to save time, since they’re so short on it that even people in pain must wait five weeks for an appointment, but there is clearly another principle at work here.
Capping the appointment was the doctor, embodying Hippocrates, advising me to apologize to his secretary for my “belligerence” because if I was going to be coming back, it was only through her good graces that I would get prompt appointments.
And this is a pain management clinic.
(This is also the place that had me leave a message for a doctor who was out of town. I blew about a week waiting for a call back. Again, an interesting approach to take for people suffering.)
But after one round of filling out forms at St. Elizabeth’s Medical Center, in Brighton, and as I was being told to fill out another, a nurse warned me that it was extremely unlikely that I would get my injection today. I didn’t.
Today was just the day the doctors at St. Elizabeth’s looked at me to find out all the stuff that the doctors at Tufts-New England Medical Center found out last month. They would probably have insisted on doing it anyway, but I still got criticism for not getting my medical records from one doctor to another. That’s correct: In the five weeks I had to wait for my pain management appointment, those records had not been exchanged. My fault, right? Especially because, since being told I wouldn’t actually be treated that day, and being in supreme, shrieking, exquisite pain, I had gone in with a bad attitude.
I told the doctor that, when I called to make the appointment, that might have been a good time to tell me that I wouldn’t actually be getting treatment. I also told him that would have been a good time -- another would have been any time between when I made my appointment and kept it -- to tell me that it was somehow my responsibility to get my medical records from one institution to the next.
The doctor agreed I was hardly the only person who has fallen afoul of this medical-records problem. Indeed, it happens all the time, he said, this flagrant showing-up-without-records. I repeated my suggestion that his office could solve that by telling new patients what they needed to do to facilitate the doctors’ jobs. He repeated that it wasn’t his office’s responsibility.
So much for preventive medicine. I thought doctors would want to save time, since they’re so short on it that even people in pain must wait five weeks for an appointment, but there is clearly another principle at work here.
Capping the appointment was the doctor, embodying Hippocrates, advising me to apologize to his secretary for my “belligerence” because if I was going to be coming back, it was only through her good graces that I would get prompt appointments.
And this is a pain management clinic.
(This is also the place that had me leave a message for a doctor who was out of town. I blew about a week waiting for a call back. Again, an interesting approach to take for people suffering.)
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
QUESTION UNANSWER SESSION
What newspapers say can be frustrating, but I’m more frequently frustrated by what they don’t say. And the realization that I’m frustrated has grown recently, if not the problem itself.
This was thrown into sharp relief today while reading New York Times coverage of the trial of U.S. Army Capt. James J. Yee, which was put on hold as prosecutors “asked for extra time to determine whether documents that were found in Captain Yee’s luggage ... were, in fact, classified.”
This is incredible. First, it’s incredible because Yee was held in solitary confinement for three months on charges of espionage, and is now on trial on far lesser charges, since the espionage charges have essentially been dropped. Considering these facts, how is it possible prosecutors still need to find out whether those documents are classified? What have they been doing? On what information did they base their initial charges? On what information did they drop those charges?
The story does not let this angle go unaddressed. Indeed, much of the article discusses it.
Obvious, right? But that’s the second reason it’s incredible: the degree of relief I felt that a question arising as I read actually gets addressed.
But compare that with yesterday’s Times coverage of criticism of the United States by Indonesian Foreign Minister Hassan Wirajuda, which hews to our journalism’s “objectivity” by uncritically running quotes or paraphrases from U.S. officials to get “the other side.” Here’s our officials’ response:
“American officials said Mr. Wirajuda’s criticism of the United States for acting unilaterally neglected history and the fact that several administrations had worked in the United Nations for resolutions to get Iraq to allow weapons inspections and give up any illegal weapons.
“If the United States had waited for the multilateral approach that Indonesia, and many other countries, wanted, Ralph L. Boyce, the American ambassador here, told the conference, Saddam Hussein would still be in power and they would not be discussing how to achieve a stable, democratic Iraq.”
Effective -- but utterly ridiculous. Our rules of objectivity, or other unknown factors, allow the officials to respond to an ally’s harsh criticism and obvious fears with bland and misleading half-truths, as though they’ve actually given answers. So the piece goes through with no one pointing out not only that Iraq was allowing inspections and was willing to give up illegal weapons, but the apples-and-oranges nature of the response itself.
Wirajuda’s point was that U.S. actions, its “arbitrary pre-emptive war,” has made the world a more dangerous place. Letting an official answer that by saying “Saddam Hussein would still be in power” is intellectually dishonest.
Just as alarming, although in a different way, is a piece appearing in tomorrow’s Boston Herald, in which a Harvard University student sneaks a Tibetan flag into a speech by China’s premier and uses it for a one-person “Free Tibet” protest.
The student “said she does not expect to face criminal charges,” writes Hub Blogger and Herald writer Jay Fitzgerald.
Good God! Why should she? What country is this?
I’m left shocked by the suggestion of criminal charges and wishing I knew how it came up: Was it brought up by the student? By Fitzgerald?
The fact that the article leaves it hanging bothers me in any number of ways, including the thought that the student actually fears criminal charges for exercising her First Amendment rights, or that Herald readers think she may, or that they might if they ever wanted to protest in the future ... or that something horrible has happened here and that criminal charges may actually loom.
This was thrown into sharp relief today while reading New York Times coverage of the trial of U.S. Army Capt. James J. Yee, which was put on hold as prosecutors “asked for extra time to determine whether documents that were found in Captain Yee’s luggage ... were, in fact, classified.”
This is incredible. First, it’s incredible because Yee was held in solitary confinement for three months on charges of espionage, and is now on trial on far lesser charges, since the espionage charges have essentially been dropped. Considering these facts, how is it possible prosecutors still need to find out whether those documents are classified? What have they been doing? On what information did they base their initial charges? On what information did they drop those charges?
The story does not let this angle go unaddressed. Indeed, much of the article discusses it.
Obvious, right? But that’s the second reason it’s incredible: the degree of relief I felt that a question arising as I read actually gets addressed.
But compare that with yesterday’s Times coverage of criticism of the United States by Indonesian Foreign Minister Hassan Wirajuda, which hews to our journalism’s “objectivity” by uncritically running quotes or paraphrases from U.S. officials to get “the other side.” Here’s our officials’ response:
“American officials said Mr. Wirajuda’s criticism of the United States for acting unilaterally neglected history and the fact that several administrations had worked in the United Nations for resolutions to get Iraq to allow weapons inspections and give up any illegal weapons.
“If the United States had waited for the multilateral approach that Indonesia, and many other countries, wanted, Ralph L. Boyce, the American ambassador here, told the conference, Saddam Hussein would still be in power and they would not be discussing how to achieve a stable, democratic Iraq.”
Effective -- but utterly ridiculous. Our rules of objectivity, or other unknown factors, allow the officials to respond to an ally’s harsh criticism and obvious fears with bland and misleading half-truths, as though they’ve actually given answers. So the piece goes through with no one pointing out not only that Iraq was allowing inspections and was willing to give up illegal weapons, but the apples-and-oranges nature of the response itself.
Wirajuda’s point was that U.S. actions, its “arbitrary pre-emptive war,” has made the world a more dangerous place. Letting an official answer that by saying “Saddam Hussein would still be in power” is intellectually dishonest.
Just as alarming, although in a different way, is a piece appearing in tomorrow’s Boston Herald, in which a Harvard University student sneaks a Tibetan flag into a speech by China’s premier and uses it for a one-person “Free Tibet” protest.
The student “said she does not expect to face criminal charges,” writes Hub Blogger and Herald writer Jay Fitzgerald.
Good God! Why should she? What country is this?
I’m left shocked by the suggestion of criminal charges and wishing I knew how it came up: Was it brought up by the student? By Fitzgerald?
The fact that the article leaves it hanging bothers me in any number of ways, including the thought that the student actually fears criminal charges for exercising her First Amendment rights, or that Herald readers think she may, or that they might if they ever wanted to protest in the future ... or that something horrible has happened here and that criminal charges may actually loom.
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
THE TRIAL
The trial of U.S. Army Capt. James J. Yee began today -- as shameful an event as anyone could have imagined, with plenty of shame to go around.
In fact, scratch that “Operation Whitewater” stuff, even though this has gone from an espionage case to one focusing on the nonissues of pornography and adultery, just as Bill Clinton saw his prosecution start on a failed real estate deal and end on illicit oral sex.
But the attack on Yee, once a Muslim chaplain for prisoners at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, should have a more military name. For instance: “Operation Infinite Shame.”
Shame on Yee, I guess, for having an affair and hurting his wife. But affairs happen. Humans do such things, and neither the rules of God nor the military can prevent it, and it is wrong for this shame to be used as a weapon.
Shame on U.S. Navy Lt. Karyn Wallace, who had an affair with Yee -- rather, she participated in about 20 sexual encounters; there seems to have been little affection there, based on her behavior now -- and turned him in for immunity from prosecution for the same crime. (Like being homosexual, having an affair is officially unacceptable to the military.) Can she really be the kind of officer the Navy seeks? She commits a crime, finks on her conspirator unrepentantly and gets away with it.
Mostly, shame on the military for poking its nose into private business, for the almost certain hypocrisy of its prosecutors, for giving Wallace a deal that makes betrayal look like a good idea, for possibly ruining a marriage because it was embarrassed by its inability to consummate efforts proving Yee was a traitor.
Its motivations are obvious. Its justice is arbitrary. Its actions vile.
In fact, scratch that “Operation Whitewater” stuff, even though this has gone from an espionage case to one focusing on the nonissues of pornography and adultery, just as Bill Clinton saw his prosecution start on a failed real estate deal and end on illicit oral sex.
But the attack on Yee, once a Muslim chaplain for prisoners at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, should have a more military name. For instance: “Operation Infinite Shame.”
Shame on Yee, I guess, for having an affair and hurting his wife. But affairs happen. Humans do such things, and neither the rules of God nor the military can prevent it, and it is wrong for this shame to be used as a weapon.
Shame on U.S. Navy Lt. Karyn Wallace, who had an affair with Yee -- rather, she participated in about 20 sexual encounters; there seems to have been little affection there, based on her behavior now -- and turned him in for immunity from prosecution for the same crime. (Like being homosexual, having an affair is officially unacceptable to the military.) Can she really be the kind of officer the Navy seeks? She commits a crime, finks on her conspirator unrepentantly and gets away with it.
Mostly, shame on the military for poking its nose into private business, for the almost certain hypocrisy of its prosecutors, for giving Wallace a deal that makes betrayal look like a good idea, for possibly ruining a marriage because it was embarrassed by its inability to consummate efforts proving Yee was a traitor.
Its motivations are obvious. Its justice is arbitrary. Its actions vile.
Monday, December 08, 2003
THE MIDDLE AND THE CENTER
It really seems as though Howard Dean has all the Democratic momentum for the White House next year, especially with Al Gore’s endorsement.
Joe Lieberman, who ran as Gore’s vice presidential candidate in 2000, seems hurt by Gore’s action -- understandably. But surely he must understand that Gore had to do what he could to ensure a win for the Democrats, and Lieberman is stuck in the middle of the pack, almost certainly unable to make the primary cut.
This is a relief to me, because I find Lieberman to be sanctimonious and tiresome. He’s a great man whom, every time he talks, I wish would shut up. I didn’t like watching Clinton speak because I found him smarmy; watching Bush literally makes me queasy; I’d like to eventually find a president I can watch without irritation or disquiet, and Lieberman sure isn’t it.
Despite Dean’s lead and momentum, I stubbornly stick to my belief that Wesley Clark -- whom I can’t even support, thanks to his stance on “flag desecration” -- will be at least dogging Dean’s heels up to the primary, mainly because he appeals to Republicans as well as Democrats: a Clinton-style centrist, that’s Clark.
It seems odd, I know, to be looking to a centrist when Dean’s numbers keeps proving it unnecessary ... but then I note an Associated Press poll that’s either the flukiest of flukes, a practical joke or evidence that the Clinton centrist track is valid. Democrats want Hillary Rodham Clinton.
And she’s not running. But Clark is.
Joe Lieberman, who ran as Gore’s vice presidential candidate in 2000, seems hurt by Gore’s action -- understandably. But surely he must understand that Gore had to do what he could to ensure a win for the Democrats, and Lieberman is stuck in the middle of the pack, almost certainly unable to make the primary cut.
This is a relief to me, because I find Lieberman to be sanctimonious and tiresome. He’s a great man whom, every time he talks, I wish would shut up. I didn’t like watching Clinton speak because I found him smarmy; watching Bush literally makes me queasy; I’d like to eventually find a president I can watch without irritation or disquiet, and Lieberman sure isn’t it.
Despite Dean’s lead and momentum, I stubbornly stick to my belief that Wesley Clark -- whom I can’t even support, thanks to his stance on “flag desecration” -- will be at least dogging Dean’s heels up to the primary, mainly because he appeals to Republicans as well as Democrats: a Clinton-style centrist, that’s Clark.
It seems odd, I know, to be looking to a centrist when Dean’s numbers keeps proving it unnecessary ... but then I note an Associated Press poll that’s either the flukiest of flukes, a practical joke or evidence that the Clinton centrist track is valid. Democrats want Hillary Rodham Clinton.
And she’s not running. But Clark is.
Sunday, December 07, 2003
GIVING OPINIONS A BAD NAME
The opinions of the Boston Herald and its columnists leave me gaping again. I lurched from Howard Manley’s column today to the editorials page, from one editorial to another, in search of a reasonable voice. In what I read, I found none -- but let’s graciously assume that in all the Herald commentary I didn’t read was wisdom and common sense.
Manley’s column bore the headline “Registry for all criminals would put public at ease,” and I read the text expecting to find that the headline writer had missed the irony. The expectation crested as I read “But what about other criminals? Shouldn’t there be a registry for drunken drivers? Don’t they pose a threat to society? What about drug dealers? Wouldn’t you want to know if one of your neighbors was convicted of selling drugs? Or armed robbery? What if the guy down the street was convicted of a particularly heinous hate crime?”
Indeed. What if? I’m particularly surprised to see anyone suggesting such a thing, in light of an apparent rampage undertaken in April by a vigilante against registered sex offenders (just as I wasn’t surprised that the violence nearly took out an innocent). But there are many ways for registries to be abused, never mind the fact that our justice system -- barring the unfortunate perversion brought about by the “Megan’s laws” identifying sex offenders -- has traditionally punished to rehabilitate. Manley supposes that no one ever learns a lesson. We must watch offenders. Forever.
But even in branding the perverts with a scarlet letter -- Manley’s own metaphor -- he errs. The Herald itself has published law enforcement assertions that the rate of recidivism among sex offenders is low. Judith Levine’s “Harmful to Minors” (Thunder’s Mouth Press, 2003) notes that “Analyses of thousands of subjects in hundreds of studies have found that about 13 percent of sex offenders are rearrested, compared with 74 percent of all prisoners. With treatment, the numbers are even better. The state of Vermont, for example, reported that in 1995 its reoffense rates after treatment were only 7 percent for pedophiles, 3 percent for incest perpetrators, and 3 percent for those who had committed ‘hands-off’ crimes such as exhibitionism.” (The data, you’ll note, is from before Megan’s law took effect.)
Some questions about Manley’s registry suggestions:
If drunken drivers were listed in a registry, how, exactly, would that serve to deter their behavior? Especially if, feeling watched by those who know them, they take their cars to faraway areas to do their drinking, possibly increasing the amount of time they spend on the road?
Would a registry of local drug dealers serve as a deterrent to crime, or as a guide for those hoping to buy? Especially in areas where drug dealing isn’t necessarily frowned upon? And does it matter that “drug dealers” can be Tony Montana or kindly old people growing marijuana for cancer sufferers?
And if it became known the guy down the street committed armed robbery and served prison time for it -- well, uh ... what then, exactly? This one truly stumps me.
It all reminds me of William S. Burroughs “Thanksgiving Prayer,” in which he gives thanks “for a country where nobody’s allowed to mind their own business ... thanks for a nation of finks.”
The editorials remind me of something else, but it’s not polite to say what.
In one, the writers (unidentified, as is the tradition with newspaper editorials) jeer again at Joseph Wilson, whose mission to Africa many months ago confirmed that information about Iraq was incorrect, only to find that information used by the Bush administration anyway to drum up support for the Iraq war. Last time, in late October, the Herald was angered, for some reason, that Wilson, a supporter of Sen. John Kerry’s run for president, would endorse Kerry and work for his candidacy.
This time, the Herald criticizes him and his wife for her appearance in Vanity Fair. The wife, Valerie Plame, was an undercover operative for the Central Intelligence Agency until someone leaked her name to conservative Robert Novak, who published it in his syndicated column in newspapers across the nation. Conservatives are supposed to know better.
Now, the Herald writes, “There’s Plame, in a two-page photo spread ... That tells us all we need to know about the severity of damage done to Plame’s undercover career by the ‘leak’ of her identity.”
Can the Herald editorial writers really be this stupid? No one denies her name and work with CIA was leaked; but once her name is out there, the undercover nature of her work is over. She’s free to become the most photographed celebrity in the world exactly because of the “severity of damage done to Plame’s undercover career.”
(Favorite moment: The editorial writers attempting snarkiness, saying “Wilson and Plame were in high dungeon about Plame’s identity being revealed.” Unfortunately for them, snarkiness is most effective when big words are used correctly.)
Finally, the editorial writers make fun of people put off by the White House spin on President Bush’s trip to Iraq for Thanksgiving. It’s only “a grumpy Washington press corps left out of the loop and Democrats eager to rain on the Bush parade,” they say, upset about Bush’s photo op with a turkey platter that wasn’t served to troops and a fake story told to enhance the drama of Bush’s trip.
“No one but them cares that the story ... turns out not to be exactly right,” they say, although it was in fact completely fabricated. “And no one cares that the president didn’t carve the photo-op turkey. In fact, for some of us (it) makes us feel all the better, because our at-home platters never look that good.”
Again, is it possible for the editorial writers -- who, as all journalists should, rely on facts -- to be this obtuse? They seem not to notice that the White House makes up stuff for the sake of drama and has a tendency to fake information for effect. The writers seem, in fact, pleased by it and irritated at people who tell the truth.
The pesky, bothersome truth.
Manley’s column bore the headline “Registry for all criminals would put public at ease,” and I read the text expecting to find that the headline writer had missed the irony. The expectation crested as I read “But what about other criminals? Shouldn’t there be a registry for drunken drivers? Don’t they pose a threat to society? What about drug dealers? Wouldn’t you want to know if one of your neighbors was convicted of selling drugs? Or armed robbery? What if the guy down the street was convicted of a particularly heinous hate crime?”
Indeed. What if? I’m particularly surprised to see anyone suggesting such a thing, in light of an apparent rampage undertaken in April by a vigilante against registered sex offenders (just as I wasn’t surprised that the violence nearly took out an innocent). But there are many ways for registries to be abused, never mind the fact that our justice system -- barring the unfortunate perversion brought about by the “Megan’s laws” identifying sex offenders -- has traditionally punished to rehabilitate. Manley supposes that no one ever learns a lesson. We must watch offenders. Forever.
But even in branding the perverts with a scarlet letter -- Manley’s own metaphor -- he errs. The Herald itself has published law enforcement assertions that the rate of recidivism among sex offenders is low. Judith Levine’s “Harmful to Minors” (Thunder’s Mouth Press, 2003) notes that “Analyses of thousands of subjects in hundreds of studies have found that about 13 percent of sex offenders are rearrested, compared with 74 percent of all prisoners. With treatment, the numbers are even better. The state of Vermont, for example, reported that in 1995 its reoffense rates after treatment were only 7 percent for pedophiles, 3 percent for incest perpetrators, and 3 percent for those who had committed ‘hands-off’ crimes such as exhibitionism.” (The data, you’ll note, is from before Megan’s law took effect.)
Some questions about Manley’s registry suggestions:
If drunken drivers were listed in a registry, how, exactly, would that serve to deter their behavior? Especially if, feeling watched by those who know them, they take their cars to faraway areas to do their drinking, possibly increasing the amount of time they spend on the road?
Would a registry of local drug dealers serve as a deterrent to crime, or as a guide for those hoping to buy? Especially in areas where drug dealing isn’t necessarily frowned upon? And does it matter that “drug dealers” can be Tony Montana or kindly old people growing marijuana for cancer sufferers?
And if it became known the guy down the street committed armed robbery and served prison time for it -- well, uh ... what then, exactly? This one truly stumps me.
It all reminds me of William S. Burroughs “Thanksgiving Prayer,” in which he gives thanks “for a country where nobody’s allowed to mind their own business ... thanks for a nation of finks.”
The editorials remind me of something else, but it’s not polite to say what.
In one, the writers (unidentified, as is the tradition with newspaper editorials) jeer again at Joseph Wilson, whose mission to Africa many months ago confirmed that information about Iraq was incorrect, only to find that information used by the Bush administration anyway to drum up support for the Iraq war. Last time, in late October, the Herald was angered, for some reason, that Wilson, a supporter of Sen. John Kerry’s run for president, would endorse Kerry and work for his candidacy.
This time, the Herald criticizes him and his wife for her appearance in Vanity Fair. The wife, Valerie Plame, was an undercover operative for the Central Intelligence Agency until someone leaked her name to conservative Robert Novak, who published it in his syndicated column in newspapers across the nation. Conservatives are supposed to know better.
Now, the Herald writes, “There’s Plame, in a two-page photo spread ... That tells us all we need to know about the severity of damage done to Plame’s undercover career by the ‘leak’ of her identity.”
Can the Herald editorial writers really be this stupid? No one denies her name and work with CIA was leaked; but once her name is out there, the undercover nature of her work is over. She’s free to become the most photographed celebrity in the world exactly because of the “severity of damage done to Plame’s undercover career.”
(Favorite moment: The editorial writers attempting snarkiness, saying “Wilson and Plame were in high dungeon about Plame’s identity being revealed.” Unfortunately for them, snarkiness is most effective when big words are used correctly.)
Finally, the editorial writers make fun of people put off by the White House spin on President Bush’s trip to Iraq for Thanksgiving. It’s only “a grumpy Washington press corps left out of the loop and Democrats eager to rain on the Bush parade,” they say, upset about Bush’s photo op with a turkey platter that wasn’t served to troops and a fake story told to enhance the drama of Bush’s trip.
“No one but them cares that the story ... turns out not to be exactly right,” they say, although it was in fact completely fabricated. “And no one cares that the president didn’t carve the photo-op turkey. In fact, for some of us (it) makes us feel all the better, because our at-home platters never look that good.”
Again, is it possible for the editorial writers -- who, as all journalists should, rely on facts -- to be this obtuse? They seem not to notice that the White House makes up stuff for the sake of drama and has a tendency to fake information for effect. The writers seem, in fact, pleased by it and irritated at people who tell the truth.
The pesky, bothersome truth.
Saturday, December 06, 2003
THE ANTI-BILL OF RIGHTS
It occurs to me that the short list of proposed constitutional amendments has just doubled -- add a “marriage is between a man and a woman” amendment to the perennial “don’t desecrate the flag” -- and that the attempt to institute them could create an interesting political dynamic over the next few years.
Passing two constitutional amendments will be tough. The most recent -- the 27th, which blocks pay raises for congress until after an election -- took place in 1992, and hardly counts: It’s about as controversial as passing a constitutional amendment stipulating that congress should be composed of living people. The one before that, the right of 18-year-olds to vote, was the most recent serious change to American culture made through an amendment to the Constitution, and it took place in 1971.
Both proposed amendments seem popular. People will support the one on marriage passionately and without reserve; people will support the flag amendment, many of them, out of cowardice. But neither will lack supporters. And the spirit of the two is close enough that backers may want to combine them, some sort of cohesive last stand against the flag-burning, gay-loving hippies that threaten to turn our country over to the U.S.S.R. ... or whatever. Like an anti-Bill of Rights, one that takes away rights instead of grants them.
I don’t think it will work, for just that reason: It’s too obvious what it is. Like a bill in congress with too many riders, it becomes weighed down, difficult to navigate. It draws too much attention. And this particular grouped amendment would be too divisive.
Yet if the backers try each amendment separately, my gut tells me they will get only one through before the opposition closes ranks. The obvious one to attempt, because it represents the more urgent threat to the backers, is the one blocking gay marriage, and that’s the one that’ll be more difficult to get through.
The oddest thing of all is that it seems as though the sillier things get, the more serious they get.
Passing two constitutional amendments will be tough. The most recent -- the 27th, which blocks pay raises for congress until after an election -- took place in 1992, and hardly counts: It’s about as controversial as passing a constitutional amendment stipulating that congress should be composed of living people. The one before that, the right of 18-year-olds to vote, was the most recent serious change to American culture made through an amendment to the Constitution, and it took place in 1971.
Both proposed amendments seem popular. People will support the one on marriage passionately and without reserve; people will support the flag amendment, many of them, out of cowardice. But neither will lack supporters. And the spirit of the two is close enough that backers may want to combine them, some sort of cohesive last stand against the flag-burning, gay-loving hippies that threaten to turn our country over to the U.S.S.R. ... or whatever. Like an anti-Bill of Rights, one that takes away rights instead of grants them.
I don’t think it will work, for just that reason: It’s too obvious what it is. Like a bill in congress with too many riders, it becomes weighed down, difficult to navigate. It draws too much attention. And this particular grouped amendment would be too divisive.
Yet if the backers try each amendment separately, my gut tells me they will get only one through before the opposition closes ranks. The obvious one to attempt, because it represents the more urgent threat to the backers, is the one blocking gay marriage, and that’s the one that’ll be more difficult to get through.
The oddest thing of all is that it seems as though the sillier things get, the more serious they get.
Friday, December 05, 2003
THE DOORS OF DECEPTION
It is time for someone to answer, seriously, why no matter where you go, if there are double doors, one of those doors is almost certain to be locked. This is too prevalent to be a coincidence, and it’s hardly contained to Boston, or to the East Coast; even Houston residents are troubled by this -- although their media are too stupid to take it on as a serious issue.
I promise that if I’m ever in charge of a newspaper again, I’m bloody well going to ensure that this issue is looked into. Or, in a revolutionary thought, I may just ask around myself. Or perhaps one of my heavy-hitting media friends will dare to investigate. But the time has come to resolve this, and perhaps to write a strongly worded letter to the Times.
I promise that if I’m ever in charge of a newspaper again, I’m bloody well going to ensure that this issue is looked into. Or, in a revolutionary thought, I may just ask around myself. Or perhaps one of my heavy-hitting media friends will dare to investigate. But the time has come to resolve this, and perhaps to write a strongly worded letter to the Times.
Thursday, December 04, 2003
THIS YEAR’S MODEL
Is Thomas L. Friedman working for the Bush administration? I know his work continues to appear in The New York Times, as it did today, but I cannot come up with a better explanation -- barring the possibility that he’s “absolutely fucking nuts” -- for the spinning he does on Iraq.
The latest is that we should be ecstatic if “the U.S. gives birth to in Iraq ... the Islamic Republic of Iraq.” This is another revision and retreat from our stated reasons for invading and occupying, which was, first, “regime change,” but became the creation of a democratic nation when the White House realized that trading one oppressive regime for another isn’t good PR.
It’s not easy, either, which is where the administration finds itself now: having to justify an Islamic republic as being a democracy; and expecting it to be a model for the rest of the Middle East.
What’s really wrong about this republic of lowered expectations, as sold by Friedman with all the greasy finesse of top salesman at Crazy George’s Used Cars, is that a careful read shows the entire plan relying on one man: Grand Ayatollah Ali al-Sistani, who is described as being “not a Khomeini.” (Although we will surely try to win hearts and minds toward true democracy, this administration has repeatedly proven itself spectacularly incompetent at it.)
So we will get an Islamic Republic of Iraq that grows into a full-fledged democracy, Friedman assures us. Never mind that the secular of the United States are worried enough about President “Faith-Based Initiatives” Bush being in office; what’s happening in Iraq is like if Pat Robertson won in his attempt for the presidency in 1988. He cared enough to run for president in a democratic election, but did anyone really expect what followed to reliably follow democratic ideals?
“If things go reasonably well, the result will be an initial Iraqi government that is more religious than Turkey but more democratic than Iran,” Friedman raves. “Not bad.”
And when Sistani grows old and others take over? Or when he is assassinated by Islamists or fedayeen in deep cover? Will we invade again? Or watch the Islamic Republic of Iraq crumble into, well, exactly what its name says it is?
The latest is that we should be ecstatic if “the U.S. gives birth to in Iraq ... the Islamic Republic of Iraq.” This is another revision and retreat from our stated reasons for invading and occupying, which was, first, “regime change,” but became the creation of a democratic nation when the White House realized that trading one oppressive regime for another isn’t good PR.
It’s not easy, either, which is where the administration finds itself now: having to justify an Islamic republic as being a democracy; and expecting it to be a model for the rest of the Middle East.
What’s really wrong about this republic of lowered expectations, as sold by Friedman with all the greasy finesse of top salesman at Crazy George’s Used Cars, is that a careful read shows the entire plan relying on one man: Grand Ayatollah Ali al-Sistani, who is described as being “not a Khomeini.” (Although we will surely try to win hearts and minds toward true democracy, this administration has repeatedly proven itself spectacularly incompetent at it.)
So we will get an Islamic Republic of Iraq that grows into a full-fledged democracy, Friedman assures us. Never mind that the secular of the United States are worried enough about President “Faith-Based Initiatives” Bush being in office; what’s happening in Iraq is like if Pat Robertson won in his attempt for the presidency in 1988. He cared enough to run for president in a democratic election, but did anyone really expect what followed to reliably follow democratic ideals?
“If things go reasonably well, the result will be an initial Iraqi government that is more religious than Turkey but more democratic than Iran,” Friedman raves. “Not bad.”
And when Sistani grows old and others take over? Or when he is assassinated by Islamists or fedayeen in deep cover? Will we invade again? Or watch the Islamic Republic of Iraq crumble into, well, exactly what its name says it is?
OF COURSE
In something of a “Eureka!” moment, General Motors Corp. held a press conference at noon today that introduced the “crossover sport van.” What is a crossover sport van, undoubtedly soon to be known (at least by the company, if not by consumers) as a CSV?
Well, it’s a minivan that looks like a sport utility vehicle.
This is genius, since minivans are on the whole so much more safe and environmentally friendly and since SUVs are increasingly not intended for off-road use, or at least not taken off-road.
The question is whether the company’s clever effort will work. Will consumers fall for driving something safe and environmentally friendly when what they really want is something with a brand and presence that makes them feel big and dangerous? Perhaps the CSV will work spectacularly as knockoffs work in the fashion world ... or they might fail in the same way Americans eschew diet and exercise in favor of diet pills and liposuction.
Well, it’s a minivan that looks like a sport utility vehicle.
This is genius, since minivans are on the whole so much more safe and environmentally friendly and since SUVs are increasingly not intended for off-road use, or at least not taken off-road.
The question is whether the company’s clever effort will work. Will consumers fall for driving something safe and environmentally friendly when what they really want is something with a brand and presence that makes them feel big and dangerous? Perhaps the CSV will work spectacularly as knockoffs work in the fashion world ... or they might fail in the same way Americans eschew diet and exercise in favor of diet pills and liposuction.
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
THE DOORS WERE SHUT AND BOLTED
Links and readings from far and wide are depressing me today -- fluke juxtapositions that come from enough different directions that I begin to feel cornered.
Brian at My.Bicycle contributes a story of senseless injustice in response to a far-away account from the Miami New Times: Law enforcement amok, cops so primed for arrests that no one is innocent, so ready for conflict and violence that they’ll provide it.
Meanwhile, New York state journalists check their access to public records and get flak, illegal questioning, outsized financial demands and even an ominous incident in which they are trailed for several blocks by a police cruiser.
There are ordinary people out there becoming police officers and public officials and turning into suspicious, power-abusing creatures, zombies who forget for whom they work, for what ideals and rights it is they’re supposed to be protecting. This is fresh in my mind from finishing Daniel Ellsberg’s memoir, “Secrets”: As watchmen, they place themselves above us, apparently destroying our rights in order to preserve them, walking a path that leads them straight to Richard Nixon’s infamous assertion that “when the president does it, it is not illegal.”
All of my fear and paranoia is best summed up, I think, in writing completed some 42 years ago, in the darkest section of Joseph Heller’s “Catch-22”:
There was “an altercation on the next block between a single civilian Italian with books and a slew of civilian policemen with armlocks and clubs. The screaming, struggling civilian was a dark man with a face white as flour from fear. His eyes were pulsating in hectic desperation, flapping like bat’s wings, as the many tall policemen seized him by the arms and legs and lifted him up. His books were spilled on the ground. ‘Help!’ he shrieked shrilly in a voice strangled in its own emotion, as the policemen carried him to the open doors in the rear of the ambulance and threw him inside. ‘Police! Help! Police!’ The doors were shut and bolted, and the ambulance races away. There was a humorless irony in the ludicrous panic of the man screaming for help to the police while policemen were all around him. Yossarian smiled wryly at the futile and ridiculous cry for aid, then saw with a start that the words were ambiguous, realized with alarm that they were not, perhaps, intended as a call for police but as a heroic warning from the grave by a doomed friend to everyone who was not a policeman with a club and a gun and a mob of other policemen with clubs and guns to back him up. ‘Help! Police!’ the man had cried, and he could have been shouting of danger.”
Brian at My.Bicycle contributes a story of senseless injustice in response to a far-away account from the Miami New Times: Law enforcement amok, cops so primed for arrests that no one is innocent, so ready for conflict and violence that they’ll provide it.
Meanwhile, New York state journalists check their access to public records and get flak, illegal questioning, outsized financial demands and even an ominous incident in which they are trailed for several blocks by a police cruiser.
There are ordinary people out there becoming police officers and public officials and turning into suspicious, power-abusing creatures, zombies who forget for whom they work, for what ideals and rights it is they’re supposed to be protecting. This is fresh in my mind from finishing Daniel Ellsberg’s memoir, “Secrets”: As watchmen, they place themselves above us, apparently destroying our rights in order to preserve them, walking a path that leads them straight to Richard Nixon’s infamous assertion that “when the president does it, it is not illegal.”
All of my fear and paranoia is best summed up, I think, in writing completed some 42 years ago, in the darkest section of Joseph Heller’s “Catch-22”:
There was “an altercation on the next block between a single civilian Italian with books and a slew of civilian policemen with armlocks and clubs. The screaming, struggling civilian was a dark man with a face white as flour from fear. His eyes were pulsating in hectic desperation, flapping like bat’s wings, as the many tall policemen seized him by the arms and legs and lifted him up. His books were spilled on the ground. ‘Help!’ he shrieked shrilly in a voice strangled in its own emotion, as the policemen carried him to the open doors in the rear of the ambulance and threw him inside. ‘Police! Help! Police!’ The doors were shut and bolted, and the ambulance races away. There was a humorless irony in the ludicrous panic of the man screaming for help to the police while policemen were all around him. Yossarian smiled wryly at the futile and ridiculous cry for aid, then saw with a start that the words were ambiguous, realized with alarm that they were not, perhaps, intended as a call for police but as a heroic warning from the grave by a doomed friend to everyone who was not a policeman with a club and a gun and a mob of other policemen with clubs and guns to back him up. ‘Help! Police!’ the man had cried, and he could have been shouting of danger.”
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