Sunday, March 28, 2010

When "playing possum" goes too far

Only in Western Pennsylvania . . . or only where alcohol is involved . . . or both.

http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/10085/1045894-100.stm

I love this story because--
  1. A possum was involved. (I think possums are so ugly, they're cute. Still . . . there are most definitely limits in my take on "possum love.")
  2. It happened near Pittsburgh. (We've got a full Pantone matching system of local color.)
  3. The Post-Gazette felt the need to explain that "alcohol was involved." (Who would have ever imagined?)
  4. The story even made the BBC news headlines. (Oh august body, where is thy sting?)
  5. Naturally, all of the above.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Cantorankerous


I'm just a guy who can't say no . . . to a photo op!

* * *

Oh no! Someone's done got mad and shat . . . erm, shot at Congressman Eric Cantor's office in Richmond, Virginy. Who would do such a thang? Why he's the nicest, friendliest, kindest, most pleasantest feller around . . .

*gggggggaggggggggg*

Oh, sorry, choking on my own vomit there for a sec.

But, come on, really, who didn't see this coming? These threats against elected officials in a highly polarized, emotional political and social climate. Frankly, I'm surprised that worse hasn't happened so far--that is, something worse than being spat on or being called a racial or sexual epithet, which we've had plenty of lately.

And, frankly, I'm surprised worse hasn't befallen a Republican by now. Eric Cantor has proven himself to be a Level 1 a-hole, snarkier-than-thou--almost as snarky as John Boehner and Mitch McConnell combined--and quick with the petulant, insincere cri-de-coeur at every photo op or press conference.

Of course, it doesn't just come down to Eric Cantor, Virginia-R(ighteous Putz). He's just one of the many players in a very public performance of Birth of a Venal Nation: Demagoguery in White Sheets, brought to you by the Republican Party--plus the letters F, U, and U, S, of A. All filmed in glorious Tunnelvision by Fox News. The latter has done an especially impressive job managing the crowd scenes, featuring hundreds and hundreds of extras from the Tea Party Dance Troupe, the John Birch Theatrical Society, the Ron Paulettes, and the Lyndon LaRouchebags.

It's been out of hand for months, years even. From Bill Clinton onwards and maybe before--although while a group of us never liked nor trusted Reagan, and there were definitely protests, I don't recall a bunch of self-anointed "patriots" showing up at rallies menacing people with weaponry or threatening to water the tree of liberty with the blood of Ed Meese.

From what I recall from those days, the most high-tech the weaponry got was a loose Birkenstock or Doc Martens, which the wearer no doubt tripped on while running from the protest line.

I had hoped all this angry insanity would die down after the 2008 election, when there was a clear winner and a clear loser. But the clear loser turned out to be an especially sore one. Maybe the party-that's-really-noisy-but-not-much-fun, gave the new president a couple of months before they started their next election campaign. Agreed, though, this is more time than some of the liber-azzi (rhymes with Liberace!) gave Obama before they started talking about a "failed" (in their eyes only) presidency.

But, over the last year, this domestic dissent has only escalated, in- and outside of the Capitol. Some of it, I suspect, is just generalized whining and whimpering during an especially rough economic period, one that settled in well before January 21, 2009, but one that hasn't vacated the premises as quickly as the former president did. Social strife is to be expected when people are hurting and remedies aren't as forthcoming as we would all like. It's probably worse here than elsewhere in the developed world due to our full-of-holes social safety net.

Please note, I'm not making light of people's suffering, or fun of it either. From my limited experience being unemployed, all I can do is imagine. But I think it would be fair to say that the hysterical protests against health insurance reform and deficit spending--two actions designed to help alleviate hardship both in the long- and short-term--seem, hmmm, well, let's say misguided and counter-intuitive. I'm just not convinced that you'd think your government was doing much good by you if it stood idly by while you lived out your fantasia on the theme of individual responsibility and bootstraps, either.

However, the anger and drama have gone beyond the I'm-hungry-tired-and-cranky stage. Well beyond that. To a positively scary place, full of mobs and hate speech; crude, racist iconography; antique talk of "states' rights," secessionism, and "redistribution of wealth" (code for "I'm selfish and hate anyone who's worse off or better off than me"); and now, incrementally, violence.

I half-expect John McCain to cane an opponent on the floor of the Senate any day now. I wouldn't blink an eye if Texas Governor Rick "Good Hair" Perry fired on Fort Sam Houston. And, sadly, I fully expect there will be an incident of serious domestic terrorism before it's all over with.

So I agree with Eric Cantor--this has to stop now, before someone gets seriously hurt.

Funny, Eric, that this should upset you now that it's happening to you and not your colleagues . . . but, oh, let's not be cynical.

Fomenting a polarized, hostile social and political climate should indeed stop. I for one would fully support Mr. Cantor's call for members of both parties to work together, showing respect and decorum toward one another--not to mention toward those whom you allegedly serve.

Perhaps then, you could get back to your raison d'être for being in Washington--addressing the myriad of social, economic, and security issues confronting our country.

Heck, here's a topical thought--and a freebie: You might even start with working toward better gun control . . .

You're welcome.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

File under "Day Late, Dollar Short"

Or, if you prefer, "Insane Clown Posse, Right-Wing Contingent." Totally your call.

Report: Fox News ‘Divided’ over Glenn
Beck

http://www.fancast.com/blogs/2010/tv-news/report-fox-news-divided-over-glenn-beck/

Favorite quote:
Kurtz also spoke with Fox News employees claiming Beck stages his high-strung antics, including the infamous teary breakdowns, although a Beck spokesperson quickly shot that down as “cowardly” complaints.
To quote Jon Stewart from The Daily Show in a recent imitation of Glenn Beck, "I promised myself I would cry."

Laugh or cry, what's peculiar is that Glenn Beck divides the "talent" at Fox--meaning that there are those who stand with him, as well as those who don't.

Feh, this crazy new math. Rather than doing division or subtraction, apparently you can now add a negative like Glenn Beck with a negative like Fox News and still come up with positive numbers for both.

Only in America. Only at Newscorp.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Hurray for the Red, White, Black, and Blue, Part 1: Hit Me Baby, One More Time

Loving America is a lot like being in an abusive relationship, I would imagine.

At first, the relationship goes wonderfully. America showers you with attention and presents. America talks big and tells you how it's going to be for you two, when you're married, when you're settled in your new home, with your consumer goods and kids. It's exciting! Maybe a little too exciting! You can't catch your breath!

So you make the commitment. How could you not? He's the best thing you've ever known--albeit the only thing you've ever known. Everyone around you tells you how lucky you are, and who are you to argue otherwise?

And you believe it all. Until America starts neglecting to come home from work on time. Or doesn't come home at all. And doesn't even bother to call.

Other things seem amiss, and America is vague on details when you start to question him. Worried, feeling needy, you ask what's changed, what's gone wrong, what have I done?

But America isn't sorry. In fact, he's pissed off at you for asking, for "nagging" and "bitching."

"Bitch," he calls you. "Nigger." "Faggot." He spits at you.

"But wait!" you say--

And then it happens. He snaps. He slaps you hard across the face.

You scream and cry, and America cries, too, and promises never, ever, ever to hurt you again. There, there, baby, it'll be alright. I'll give you the moon and the stars, a trip to the Moon, and then to Mars. Or maybe Afghanistan and Iraq, too.

Nevertheless, they're all empty promises. America hits you again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

You cry, you wail, you grieve your guts out over your pain and the injustice of it all. Haven't you been there for America? Don't you feed it and care for it and give it money when it needs it?

You try to tell your family and friends, but they don't want to know, can't really fathom, don't see things the same way. You realize that either they don't care or that they're being abused by America, too, their own version of America at least. They just don't call it abuse though. 'Cause for them it seems normal by now.

They just tell you to tough it out, whatever it is, the problem you think you have. It's the best you're gonna get, so why make yourself miserable wanting something you can't have? Eat it. Suck it. Swallow it.

America cried with you at first, but then, he doesn't bother apologizing anymore and, worse, starts to blame you for his abuses. You cry louder at first, but this only makes him angrier, and the abuse intensifies and frightens you more.

So your tears dry up, and you start to suffer quietly on your own. That is, on the days when you feel anything at all.

Sometimes you don't know if America is going to kill you. Somedays you think it may have already done so. You feel dead inside, at least. Maybe you've killed yourself. Maybe you should.

After a time, too, you can't distinguish the abuse from a better reality--because the abuse is your reality. It feels normal, regular, expected. Maybe even anticipated. You start to want it a little maybe. 'Cause it's the only thing that makes you feel anymore.

You see others around you, suffering, screaming, fighting--for a while at least. At first you feel sympathy for them. You remember when . . .

But then, their complaints become tedious. Annoying. Enraging!

Why can't they just deal with it? Tough it out! Stop whining! It's the best you're gonna get! There's nothing else out there, certainly nothing any better, so don't go looking, don't go expecting!

And then you snap. And you slap. And in that very instance, you become just like America.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Reform-atory school

Good news . . . but we're still not there yet. The short version reads, "Tom Corbett, you're a douchebag," but I thought this might carry more weight.

To Attorney General, Tom Corbett, Pennsylvania:

Dear Mr. Corbett,

I understand that the Attorney General's Office is considering filing suit to block healthcare insurance reform legislation, in the process of being signed into law at the federal level.

I certainly hope it does not come to this. I think the legislation is a landmark effort at instituting much-needed reform, putting restrictions on insurance companies from predatory practices--something that, in theory, I think you would support (the restrictions, that is). In addition, it adds greatly needed coverage for all Pennsylvanians and strives to cut skyrocketing healthcare costs.

I fail to understand this weak argument, apparently Republican or Tea Party in nature, that this legislation infringes on states' rights. I thought we settled that issue in 1865. I can't see how this idea betters our country. Trust me, having grown up in a region known for flogging that old (Civil) warhorse, I don't think any of us want to go down that path, legally or morally.

Regardless, if you choose to follow through with this suit, I hope you will do so with consistency and file suit against accepting Medicare, Medicaid, military recruitment, highway safety laws, civil rights legislation, and any number of national legislative efforts that impact Pennsylvania and its citizenry.

Surely you can agree that as an attorney, consistency is important, no matter how unpopular it might be during an election year.

Kind regards,

Tim Winni,
Pittsburgh, PA

Saturday, March 20, 2010

What's that sound?

Alex Chilton passed away this week. I knew the name better than I knew his work, although I certainly heard him sing "The Letter" as lead singer of The Box Tops, way back when.

Way back when he was just 16 years old, apparently.

What I heard more, though, especially in the 1980s, were all the bands and musicians that considered him an inspiration--the dB's, Let's Active, Marti Jones, Don Dixon, Paul Westerberg and The Replacements, among others.

I didn't know it then, but I do know it now. And while my musical tastes sometimes (OK, OK, often) favor the silly, superfluous, and the non-guitar-based, I do have my moments where I listen to other styles and other sounds.

The 1980s were definitely one of those times, especially when I lived in Washington, D.C., and listened to the late, lamented WHFS from Annapolis. The early/mid-'80s 'HFS, the one that carried the tradition of college radio into adulthood, but which nonetheless got taken over by corporate hacks and made more "commercially viable," i.e., viable for playing commercials, not necessarily music.

(Thank goodness for public radio, especially here in Pennsylvania, with stations like WXPN in Philadelphia and WYEP here in Pittsburgh, where, at least if we support it, we get good, alternative music without all the talk, advertising, and pandering. If you don't believe government has a role in protecting the people from the market, then by all means, tune into your favorite Clear Channel Communications station--which got its start as a billboard advertising company--and sign off from this blog now.)

Before I end up in a grumpy-old-man dialog with myself, the kind that seems to be raging across our fair-to-middlin' land these days (passionate, yes, but devoid of self-editing or fact-checking, too), let me get back to celebrating a brief period in the '80s, the Golden Age of Jangly Pop, Post-Punk Edition, which was in heavy rotation on WHFS.

When I used to listen to the North Carolina's own dB's and Let's Active, and their Ohio friend Marti Jones and their Minnesota friend Paul Westerberg, and feel nostalgic for my home state and proud of its musical heritage . . .

Washington was truly one of the most hateful places I've ever had the experience of enduring (sorry, D.C. friends!), although I suspect it had as much to do with me and who I was then, as it did with Washington. But Mitch Easter, Don Dixon, Marti Jones, Chris Stamey, Peter Holsapple, and company kept me happy and humming during those years, as did Alex Chilton.

Even if I didn't know it then.

But I do now.

Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=03DFD30F460E22C4

Caveats, I've had a few: Sorry, but I couldn't find on YouTube The dB's' "Spy in the House of Love" or "Lonely Is (As Lonely Does)" (or the Marti Jones cover of the latter), so this is an incomplete, sorely lacking playlist. But it's a start. iTunes and a good, old-fashioned vinyl or CD store, can help you further along.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Crocus? Both of us?


Alas, it's the punchline of an old, rude joke, which I won't bother to explain and which, besides, I only remember the punchline.

Nevertheless, I did spot my first crocus in Pittsburgh this past week, meaning that spring indeed is meandering toward Steel City.

So, to celebrate, let's do as we do in my home state, North Carolina, by greeting sweet springtime in song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMKXcC80Zpg

Sour notes and all!

P.S. Thanks once again to Wikipedia and the WikiCommons for the image.