Politics

Yesterday, we saw the latest iteration of the Occupy Movement, the spring initiative in taking it to the streets. I wish they would have brought flowers and danced more (it being May Day), but overall I applaud them. If they do it right, they will have an impact for positive change that we may live to see take effect in the years to come. In the meantime, the business of the people is being done on a daily basis, the old fashioned way. And I am challenging anybody complaining about politics or politicians. "Have you ever been to a meeting?" Read more about Go To Meetin'

"Hasn't worked a day in her life."

Got into a frustrating back and forth yesterday with some folks who are friends of someone I knew in college a century or two ago and who is a fan of all things right.

It began with the post of a word:

Ineptocracy

defined as:

A system of government where the least capable to lead are elected by the least capable of producing, and where the members of society least likely to sustain themselves or succeed, are rewarded with goods and services paid for by the confiscated wealth of a diminishing number of producers.

You might find it odd that I choose literature's most famous Caucus reference, one written to mock and not to praise, to encourage all and sundry Washington State Democrats to attend their local precinct Caucuses this coming Sunday. But I do. Because we shouldn't kid ourselves that participating in the political process is some kind of tidy exercise in which the best ideas always come out on top. Read more about The Caucus Race

I've dissed a lot of Presidents in my time. Richard Nixon? Used car salesman. Ronald Reagan? Couldn't stand the man. Dubya? The name tells you everything. Read more about Dissing the President

I know not; am I my brother's keeper?

In the Old Testament story of Cain and Abel, this was Cain's answer to God when God asked where his brother was. The true answer, of course, was that Abel was dead, because Cain had just killed him.

The answer itself, however, has resonated down the years not as an alibi to murder, but as a reproof against those who refuse all responsibility for the good of humanity.

Or, as many modern-day conservatives would put it, why should healthy, provident me have to pay for unhealthy, improvident others? Read more about Jeepers Keepers

Nicholas Kristof posted a column this morning about how we understand each other or, more precisely, how we don't.

I agree with him when he suggests that we liberals should try harder to understand our conservative fellow citizens, but I disagree when he says that they already understand us.

I don't think so. Read more about Willful Misunderstandings

"I don't care what you say about me as long as you spell my name right."

Attributed to George M. Cohan, it's the first rule of politics. Or the first one I was taught, anyway.

In a long-forgotten political campaign on the South Side of Chicago back in 1960-something I worked on a press release for my now long-forgotten candidate in which I outlined the misrepresentations of his opponent and refuted them with the facts of ours. Read more about Careful with those facts, Eugene!

Once upon a time, in a now long-abandoned schoolyard, I got the better of a boy who was irritating me in some long-forgotten way. I wasn't good at fisticuffs, but (and this must have been the 4th or 5th grade) I found I could do pretty well if I grabbed my opponent by one arm and started swinging him around. I could get going pretty fast, too, and then I would let go. Ta Da! Irritant disposed of. Read more about The Schoolyard

I remember years ago an argument in some classroom or other over the shape of history. Straight line or circular? That is, does history proceed in a straight line, events stringing along one after the other (the highway version) or even piling one atop the other (the ladder version) in some kind of teleological journey to the future? Or do we simply repeat ourselves, over and over again, like a dog chasing its tail, in pursuit of a future that is never reached, our eyes fixed firmly on the forever vanishing promise of that little white tip of the tail. Read more about Running in Circles