Friday, September 21, 2012

Lights Out?

I still have a few pages to go, but am impatient to trumpet the virtues of Mike Lofgren's The Party is Over.  I have found this book extremely engaging.  I accept that I will not get together the grade-A book report I would have liked to produce.  In lieu of that, I offer some tantalizing tidbits.

Excerpting from dust-jacket, Lofgren spent twenty-eight years in Congress, the last sixteen as a senior analyst on the House and Senate Budget committees.  He worked in succession for John Kasich (R) and then Judd Gregg (R).  But rest assured it is highly improbable that there is some dark twin to me at a comparable locale on the other side of the political axis similarly touting this book!

My duties gave me an invaluable perspective on government budgeting, and particularly on budgeting for national security.  And they enabled me to understand that when politicians claim they will cut taxes, wage war around the planet, and balance the budget at the same time, they are spouting rank falsehoods.

 The subtitle: How Republicans Went Crazy, Democrats Became Useless, and the Middle Class Got Shafted.

I think I recall Lofgren expressing regret that he was unable to make this a one-party takedown.  I don't believe most folks I have a strong sense of political kinship with would have much appetite for a screed like that.  My intolerance and disgust for the work left unstarted, the efforts wholly botched, and the ongoing evidence of at least near-criminal ongoing ethical lapses by those with a "D" after their title continues to be a nearly un-swallowable gob.  That goes for the Obama administration in spades (so to speak).  As Lofgren too-gently phrases it,  ". . . a corporate centrist who basically followed (with minor variations) the main policy line of his predecessor."  Fortunately the author does not always pull his punches like this.

Although you won't find it in their party platform, the GOP's mission is to protect and further enrich America's plutocracy.  The party's caterwauling about deficits and debt is so much eyewash to blind the public.

There are full chapters devoted to the topics of religion and anti-intellectualism as primary underpinnings of the modern republican party.  Tremendous stuff.

Never believe any officeholder, Republican or Democrat, who voted for [the Bush tax cuts] or for their extension and claims to be concerned about deficits or debts.  The intellectual rationale for the Bush tax cuts as presented by the enormously influential Federal Reserve chairman was precisely to forestall paying off debt.  The whole complex theology about tax cuts paying for themselves or boosting the economy is mainly ex post facto rationalization.  The groundwork for the present fiscal crisis was established six months before 9/11, although the ritual squawking, mainly Republican, about debt and deficit was mysteriously shelved until after the 2008 elections.  Where were the small-government Republicans during the long eight years of the Bush administration, when their revered leader, with control of both the House and Senate, practically doubled the size of the federal government?

If I could maintain the delusion that time does not keep "slipping into the future" (don't remind me, Steve Miller), there would be another upcoming post on the subject of this book.  But I hope those of you unafraid of reading and susceptible to suggestion of this sort (you're here for a reason, both meanings operant) are already persuaded to take a tumble.  You owe it to yourself to take in the nourishing reinforcement for many of your basic political beliefs that this book offers.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Bluetooth Walking

As a general rule, I'm prone to favoring a reasonably elevated and alert state of awareness, self- and otherwise, versus obliviousness. Not that I am immune to the attraction of euphoria, figurative magic carpet rides, or even plain and simple inebriation under the proper circumstances.  But out and about, especially when interacting with others, maintaining sufficient facility to pay attention and use our sensory organs to grok the surroundings just seems like what a sentient being attuned to survival ought to do.

I have conceived of or even started posts on related themes more than once.  Today's rant addresses a subset of the broader topic of the benefit of making a habit of routinely processing the available data to allow better course-charting.  You probably learned years ago that you could last a lot longer at Frogger if you monitored and anticipated the oncoming lilypads rather than make random moves.

I don't recall clicking on Publish for any of those prior efforts.

My penchant for vigorous pedestrian exercise downtown has something to do with this.  These days my pace is slower than when running was my standard outlet, but even as a walker I am quite attuned to the threat of at least collision from zoned-out sidewalk users.

Today's Close Encounter involved a self-absorbed earphone user.  He was paying little or no attention to the path more than a couple steps ahead as he approached me.  I wasn't even sure he realized we were on a collision course at a narrow point in the sidewalk.  But I had no trouble picking out his words as I dodged him, a good notch above appropriate in-person speaking volume as is annoyingly common with phone users these days:

I think we should get uhh . . .
. . .
I think we should get uhh . . .
. . .
You know - the uhh . . .
 . . .

Giving in to a spasm of generosity, maybe the expression he was grasping for had more than four letters.  Or more than one syllable.

Or maybe, realizing at the last minute another being was within hearing, a suitable euphemism for his particular contraband eluded him.  (I actually did not have the sense there was any true intoxication involved.)

In any case, it appeared pretty clear that the effort required to remember the walking mantra (left-right and repeat) precluded access to his stored vocabulary, impairing effective use of his device.  Not to mention genteel sharing of the right-of-way.

We probably all know folks who struggle with the patting-head-while-rubbing-stomach stunt.  This is worse than that when it happens on a public thoroughfare.  This zombie was a live public service announcement of the perils of phone use while driving.

Heads up out there!