August 24, 2009 -- This headline caught my eye this week: “Reader’s Digest to take Chapter Eleven.”
Shouldn’t they be allowed to take Chapter Five and a Half?”
It was a week like that, little snippet of this, that, and the other. In the Twitter age we deserve lonely little bits and pieces and snippets. Is it true one Congressman had to be hospitalized? Tried to Twitter the 1,000 page health care bill and it broke his spirit? Even our economically wounded Reader’s Digest couldn’t handle that one. Here's my tweet on the subject:
“Everyone plays, everyone pays, policies for all whether sick, lame or halt; public option keeps privateers honest, but Palin says Granny’s in big trouble.”
The most depressing news I’ve heard all week came from Democratic Majority Leader Senator Harry Reid. He spoke of splitting the health care reform bill in two parts so they could get one bill through Congress by the end of the year. End of the year! We have to go eighteen more weeks of this trauma, hysteria, phony accusations, bitter bitching, and fly speck picking garbage? And we won’t even be through then? My constitution won’t take this. I’ll be old before my time. Come to think of it my time was a few years ago so I’ll just have to live with it. The end of the year!
With Congress in recess our stalwart elected officials are back in their home bases, facing the most ignorant bunch of weirdos the rocks have ever sheltered. They make the people stopped by Jay Leno for his old Jay Walking segment look like Mensa people. Shouted at, threatened, bullied Senators and Congressmen have been cowed, except for Barney Frank. Barnacled Barney does not easily cow. Confronted by one young genius holding a doctored photo of President Obama as a Hitler, when she asked how he could support a Nazi plan he testily asked her what planets she spent her time on, a reasonable response I thought but rich fodder for the talkers on hate broadcast. I would have responded differently. I would have pointed out that indeed she had a right to fear a Nazi plan if there ever should be one, which this one isn’t, because in the third Reich it was people with her IQ on whom they performed prefrontal lobotomies.
Quentin Tarantino is either a very lucky man, or else he knew something we didn’t know. At a time when television is showing people showing up at town hall meetings with all of the Nazi regalia, and, at a time when people are showing up at Obama rallies with guns, his new movie “Inglorious Bastards” comes out that is all about killing Nazis. I hope those crazies at the rallies don’t point the finger at the President as a Nazi because those guys with guns might react. The only gun man who was allowed to show up at a Bush really was Dick Cheney. What a promotional tie in. Here’s a conspiracy theory for you: Tarantino set all of the protestors up in order to hype his movie. Makes as much sense as any other conspiracy theory.
Headline: “On Work Tour in the West, Obama Visits Old Faithful.”
I didn’t know Walter Mondale was still alive.
Headline: “Tom DeLay Agrees to Dance With Stars.”
After reading that I can’t get an image out of my head of Tom DeLay in a Tutu. Of course that is not the kind of dancing he will do (that’s how Rahm Emanual got his start) but wouldn’t it be great. He will probably do what he knows best, some kind of Lobbyist Shuffle with a partner from K Street. Just speculation on my part, but do you suppose DeLay, who was an exterminator before he got into politics, learned to dance when he got a bug up his pants? He had a bug up something when he was House Majority leader.
Headline: “Tiny Fijian island bans pants on Sundays.”
On the island of Bua the Methodist Church has ordered men not to wear pants on Sunday to “avoid offending God.” There’s an idea for the House of Representatives. One day of the week let them take their pant off in order not to offend Nancy Pelosi. Actually, the men of Bua have to wear a skirt, or “sulu,” instead. Might help the Congressmen get in touch with their feminine side. They would fit right in with the 75 women who now serve in the House. I would love to see what Henry Waxman would look like in a sulu.
Families on the Island may not travel or do any kind of work on the holy day. Are we sure these people are Methodists and not Jewish? Or, they are living like people lived in East Tennessee in 1943 when I spent about five month around Johnson City during the time of “Blue Laws.” No movies on Sunday, retail stores were closed, signs in restaurants reminded you that you would be fined for curing in public and of course no alcohol at any time. Except the moonshine “White Lightning” was sold almost openly off the beds of pickup trucks, everywhere. I caught the same bus every Saturday to travel up to Bristol, Virginia where I had a weekend gig in a combo playing for dancers in the dining room of a hotel, and on the way as we drove over a bridge spanning a little river, down on the bank was a preacher handling snakes in front of his gathered congregation. Reminds me of Senator Chuck “snake in the” Grassley as NYT columnist Charles Blow calls the ranking Republican member of the Senate Finance Committee and one of three Republicans supposedly working on the bipartisan health bill. You can imagine the Iowa Senator using live snakes to describe what he thinks of the Democratic version of health care reform since he, who more than anybody should know better, bought into the Palin base canard by telling his supporters you have “every right to fear ... a government program that determines if you’re going to pull the plug on grandma.” The corn grows tall in Iowa.
Headline: “Ridge's Telling Tale, or Just Another Tell-All?”
Howard Kurtz of the Washington Post reporting on a new book by our first Homeland Security chief, Tom Ridge that says Donald Rumsfeld and John Ashcroft pressured him to raise the terror-alert level to a scarier color in order to influence the 2004 election. Why am I not aghast at hearing this? I thought so at the time. Ridge resigned “to spend more time with the family” he said then, but sings a different tune now. Fortunes are being made, paper mills can hardly keep up as the tell-all books roll out about the Bush administration. There should be a color coded alert system outside the Bush home in Dallas warning that another threat to the Bush legacy is eminent. Yellow, the turn coat color, for high alerts. The problem is these guys are pointing their finger at the other fellows as in “they did it, not me” so history may never know exactly who the evil doers were. The Bush library will need a separate room to hold these tattling tomes.
Headline: “Hurricane Spins Near New England.”
Just where the President headed for his family vacation this weekend, but I suspect at the moment he would rather face those 20-foot-high waves and winds of about 100mph than go through more speeches about health care.
“The United States has two parties now—the Obama Party and the Fox Party” writes Jonathan Alter of Newsweek. “It may no longer be possible in this country to have a serious debate about anything.” Well, we could have a debate about that if we can find anyone who actually believes we can.
Bipartisan. As Joe Klein of Time Magazine writes “How can you sustain a democracy if one of the two major political parties has been overrun by nihilists?” Or if “one of the political parties has jumped the shark?” I prefer the snake metaphor.
Richard Cohen in the Washington Post brings up “Palinism,” which he defines as an updated version of McCarthyism, which Wikipedia defines as, “reckless, unsubstantiated accusations, as well as demagogic attacks on the character or patriotism of political adversaries.” He blames who he calls “Palin's Geppetto,” Sen. John McCain.
But McCarty went after Commies, not Nazis, being rather Nazi like himself, so it doesn’t quite scan. Another Post writer, Harold Meyerson, refers to “Palinoidal Republicans.” Well, is it the FOX party, or the Palin party? Get together, guys. We can only fight one demon at time.
Headline: “Gender Test After a Gold-Medal Finish.”
No, this did not refer to Forbes Magaine’s list of the world’s 100 most powerful women, although it sounds like a headline Forbes would use for this topic. German Chancellor Angela Merkel was number one, Sheila Blair, chairwoman of the FDIC was number two. CEOs of various big corporations filled out the top ten while Nancy Pelosi, Hillary Clinton, Michelle Obama, and Oprah came in at nos. 35, 36, 40, and 41 respectively. There are forty women more powerful than Oprah? Who would have thought?
Headline: “Obama Plays the God Card”
Well, someone has to do it. Religious leaders are being remarkably quiet about morality and health care reform. Where is Obama’s old buddy, Rick Warren, when the President needs him for more than just a swearing in ceremony? Not a word. Obama said: “… that we look out for one another, that I am my brother's keeper and I am my sister's keeper. And on the wealthiest nation on earth right now, we are neglecting to live up to that call.” Can I have an Amen?
Headline you don’t want to read: “Debating How Much Weed Killer Is Safe in Your Water Glass.”
If it’s in the water I suppose it’s in the bar drinks, too. And that’s bad news for a new hot trend as reported by beverage writers, the adding edible flowers to all kinds of drinks. If it kills weeds, it kills flowers. Order your drink, it comes with a beautiful edible bouquet immersed among the spirits, then watch the blossoms die.
Headline: “Whole Foods Devotees Lash Out at CEO”
Members of Congress are not the only ones to face angry constituents. John Mackey, CEO of Whole Foods wrote an op-ed column for the Wall Street Journal arguing against health care reform. He’s been sitting on the top floor of that big building in Austin, Texas too long. He should go down on the floor and look at his customers who treat the business like a cult hangout, paying higher prices for supporting the good guys. The store’s progressive base went ballistic. Angry e-mails and blogs. Boycotts. It’s like Tom and Jerry coming out against the environment, or asking for a big tax cut. Though an outspoken Libertarian for years, this time he went too far for his free spirit customers. It’s like Mackey was sitting around one day and asked himself, What can I do to really screw up my business? I’ve shopped off and on at Whole Foods since it was one store in downtown Austin, where the atmosphere originally was kind of Woodstock with food. I remember floor-length granny dresses. It was Bohemian, not Libertarian. Now where am I going to go to get my vegetarian tamales?
Headline: “Say Goodbye to Cash for Clunkers”
Drove the Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry. Or, after tomorrow, Monday, driving wheels to make some deals will find the deals are gone bye-bye. Such a success. Even on its resurrection for a second chance it had to end two months early as the money ran out again.
Now Detroit will have to sell cars that people really want, and that probably means new models, and that probably means new names for them. A good name is important as Ford once found out in what I believe was the worst research/marketing disaster in history. Needing a model just below a Lincoln in order to match GM they launched a massive, historically expensive market research program to determine how to design it and what to call it, with polls, focus groups, everything they could think of. They engaged the services of Marianne Moore, at that time in 1955 our most famous poet, for name suggestions. She turned in dozens through the year, including “the Ford Silver Sword,” “Intelligent Bullet,” “the Ford Fabergé,” “Mongoose Civique,” “Anticipator,” “Pastelogram,” “Astranaut,” even “Utopian Turtletop.” Part of the process was word associations as in what do you think of or what images come to mind when you hear the word. Finally, after all research was done they set out to build the car. But in the two years it took to get it to the market place public opinion completely changed. The design was no longer appealing. To make matter worse they had decided they owed it to a family member, uncle Edsel to name it after him, a word with lousy name association. They immortalized him all right, giving his name to a venture as disastrous in the public’s memory of the fate of the Hindenburg. Some of Moore’s names were salvaged for future vehicles, like Thunderbird or Mustang I believe.
I don’t think any new model coming out of Detroit now under today’s circumstances should have a very grandiose name. Small cars, electric cars, fuel efficient. Names telling it like it is.
Switch Grass Guzzler” for alternative fuel vehicle. “Clunkette” in honor of the buy-back program. “AceyDcey” for a hybrid that goes both ways. “Sparky” for an all-electric. Or how about “Spritz,” the sound a blown up balloon makes when you turn it loose without tying it off, or the raspberries as the case may be. I wish Detroit well but the raspberries seem the most appropriate. This needs more thought. I’ll get back to it after I get my Utopian Turtletop out of the shop.