Showing posts with label a rare foray into political issues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label a rare foray into political issues. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Wednesday wordage, Yiddish Edition

The classic, classic definition of the Yiddish word “chutzpah” is murdering your parents and then pleading for leniency before the court because you’re an orphan.  This has been superseded by a new definition provided by Matt Schlapp, chairman of the American Conservative Union and a “loyal supporter of Donald Trump,” in an interview with NPR’s Mary Louise Kelly:

KELLY: You're saying you agree that the situation at the border is a national emergency.
SCHLAPP: I agree that the situation at the border is an emergency. It's a humanitarian crisis, and America needs to solve the problem.
KELLY: And I - and I'm just trying to square that because when we interview members of Congress - Republicans and Democrats who represent the border - they say it's not an emergency.
SCHLAPP: Well, then why did two kids die?

Yup, there you have it.  We killed a couple of kids, and therefore we need to have a national emergency to build the f***ing wall so we stop killing kids.  
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Thursday, July 5, 2018

I protest

There was a sign at one of the many, many marches and protests against our current regime that read something like “It’s so bad that even the introverts are here.”  Well, that was me this last weekend.  I am not fond of crowds.  I am especially not fond of crowds of people that have strong feelings, and all agree.  I am also extremely reluctant to loudly express my own political opinions.  But, things were so bad that I was there.  

What has taken me by surprise in this era is just how comfortable racism has become.  It used to be something to be kept private, maybe the object of some uncomfortable shame.  Now we have a racist president, a racist administration, and people are letting their racist flags (literally) fly.  Things are being said by our leaders that are immoral; things are being done by them that would be crimes if we were sane.  So we have the racist Attorney General instituting a policy that amounts to torture of children, and the racist president legitimizing this by calling humans “animals” and using words that make it clear that these people are not to be treated as human.  

So, it’s bad enough that this introvert woke up early so he could finish the milking and chores, scrawl up a cardboard sign, and drive to town to join about 200 other people along Roseburg’s main drag, where we waved signs around at the passing crowds and tried to be seen and heard, to maybe prick the conscience of our neighbors.  

Roseburg is Trump country.  It’s very white, it’s tied to an extractive industry that is past its peak, it has a lot of unemployed labor that has fond memories of when things were really good, it has a lot of guns, and it went for Trump by two to one in 2016.  Roseburg itself boasts some 20,000 residents.  So it was heartening to see that somewhere between 0.5 and 1% of Roseburg was also upset enough to be there.  A lot of people driving by honked and waved enthusiastically (and, yes, there were two older white men who made rude gestures).   There are apparently things this president can do that are bad enough that they don’t get much support, even here.  

Did the protest really do anything?  Did I, with my sign, have an effect?  Why was I there?  

To be sure, I felt personally threatened and insulted.  People were, and still are, being tortured in my name, and I sure as hell don’t agree with that, and until the situation stops, I think every American citizen should be reminded, daily, rudely if need be, that children are being tortured in their name.  But I felt something beyond that.  My sign, which was really not well designed for getting the attention of a passing motorist, read

America took in
“swarming vermin,”
“Scarcely above apes”
“Unlikely to assimilate,” and
“Probably loyal to a hostile foreign power”...
And made THIS American.

Why not make more Americans?

One of the other folks there asked me about my sign, and to my surprise, I got kind of choked up.  Although the language is all from the current racists objecting to immigrants, the sign was all about my grandparents and great-grandparents.  My dad’s father was a refugee from pogroms in the Ukraine; he and his family were described as swarming vermin and much worse.  He married a woman who was the daughter of Scotch-Irish and possibly First Nations ancestry.  The Irish were routinely characterized as apes, and First Nations as something worse.  On my mom’s side, her mother’s family was from Germany.  Many Germans in the late 1800s were fleeing wars, political instability, (or conscription), and many held on to their language; in some places, schools were taught in German, and people complained that they were unlikely to assimilate.  Came the Great War, and my great-grandfather was hounded out of his job and died shortly thereafter.  Somehow, these terrible threats to America produced...an American.  So, when I hear people using this language about the desperate people who cross our southern border, I feel it deeply and personally. 

But, again, did it do anything?  Will anybody’s mind change?  At the rally, we asked each other these questions.  One answer we all agreed upon was that we all felt better knowing that, in this place that is so deeply enamored of the racist president, there were other people who were also not OK with things.  Many of the passing motorists reminded us of this; and maybe, some voted for Trump but felt that the torture of children was too much to swallow.


Or, maybe not.  The Real Doctor has a colleague, a surgeon, so at least formally not a dimwit.  He voted for Trump in 2016, rationalizing that Clinton was “just as bad.”  Now, many surgeons are bad at admitting human flaws such as making mistakes, so perhaps that is the reason that his support for the president seems to have solidified.  I’d rather believe this than believe that he has embraced racism.  At any rate, when the Real Doctor asked him, obliquely, about events on the southern border, he suggested that the images in the news were probably those of actors.  I suppose that it is more comforting to believe that, however far-fetched it may be, than to believe that you voted for torturing children.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Seriously, SCOTUS?

I am upset, but not entirely surprised, by the decisions that came out of the Supreme Court today.  To paraphrase a saying about Jewish law, where there is a judicial will, there is a legal way.  A majority of the Supreme Court is A-OK with the Republican slide towards fascism, so they will find a legal way, however crudely and illogically and inconsistently argued, to make it happen.  And so we have an executive order that is completely inspired by religious bigotry being declared constitutionally acceptable—because the third revision had scrupulously neutral language—and using the overruling of Korematsu as justification!

When this presidency started, I was alarmed at the regulatory/executive and judicial mischief that it promised.  What I was not prepared for, and what gives me increasing agony, is the deep and blatant racism and bigotry that it has made publicly acceptable.


Saturday, March 24, 2018

Political inactivism

I'm not at a march today.  Would that I were, but farm life is like that.

There's a lot in this world that can point me towards despair.  Around here, a trip to the grocery store can do it--as I walked through the parking lot yesterday, I looked at the bumper stickers showing the political views, and by extension, the moral values of my neighbors.  There was the all too common "ORY GUN" logo.  There were all the NRA logos.  There was the "Protected by Smith & Wesson." There were the braggarts with "Molon labe" and III%.  There were salutes to the second amendment.  There was one truck that had, instead of a stick-figure family, a similarly arranged collection of semiautomatic rifles and handguns.  There was another that had a silhouette of an AR-15 captioned "BLACK RIFLES MATTER."

The unifying morality behind all of these stickers and mottoes is that these people believe that their personal right to end your life (if they feel it necessary) supersedes your right to live.  Those last two stickers really betray moral depravity, and make it explicit that they believe that their right to own weapons designed to kill humans is equal to or greater than other people's right to exist.  I mean, how do you charitably interpret them?  The owners of these stickers didn't seem to be motivated by a desire to hunt--a legitimate use for a single-action rifle.  They certainly didn't seem to want to be involved in a "well-regulated militia" intended to be the defense of a free state.  It seems almost entirely about the right to own weapons designed to kill others, to hold capital power over one's fellow human.

The most common sticker around here, though, is one with the date of the mass shooting at Umpqua Community College.  Roseburg is not a big town, and I am not well connected, but I am two degrees of separation from somebody who was there.  Most of the town is similarly connected.  There's no shortage of evidence that if we wanted to make events like the UCC shootings rarer, if we wanted to make murders rarer, if we wanted to make suicides rarer, we would do our utmost to purge our society of all firearms (I'd be fine with a concession for single action hunting rifles).  But we want to have our cake and eat it too.  We want to believe that we are the responsible gun owners; that we are the bulwark between freedom and tyranny; that we are the good guy with the gun who will save the day; that if we just keep doing what we've been doing, only harder, things will get better.  This is not a mature, adult attitude.  Until we grow up, things will get worse, and I despair.

But--I watched some videos of today's rallies across the country, in which young people asked the "adults" to grow up.  The refreshing thing about youth is that sometimes they haven't learned to look politely away from truth, and they haven't learned that they shouldn't respect stupidity in a suit.  It is stupid to suggest that the solution to gun violence is more guns, and they don't hesitate to point that out.  So, I look at the kids, making politicians squirm with impolite truth, making us uncomfortable while waiting for an answer, asking us, "why?"...and I have a little, little hope.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

A modest proposal on gun control

A modest proposal for gun control.

There are very few consumer products that, when used as designed and intended, shorten or terminate human life.  Cigarettes are one.  There is a societal cost to cigarettes; every time a person inhales from one, society pays a price—the price is very diffuse, in minute fractions of years lived by inhalers of secondhand smoke.  This cost is very hard to measure, but real.  Society also pays by dealing with the expenses incurred by the diseases associated with long-term cigarette use.  Society gets some compensation for these costs from cigarette users, in the form of heavy taxes imposed on the sale of cigarettes.  Society also discourages further cigarette use with various advertising campaigns, and more recently, unofficial forces such as scorn and inconvenience.

Two more products that, when used as designed and intended, shorten or terminate human life are handguns and semiautomatic rifles (“assault rifles”).  The societal cost of these consumer products is far more obvious than the cost of cigarettes, and per unit sold, these products do far more damage.  Despite what the gun-makers’ lobby says about good guys with guns, there are numerous studies that indicate that more guns has the societal effect of more deaths and injuries from guns.  The coefficient of the relationship has not been exactly defined, and varies regionally, but the relationship can’t really be honestly challenged.  And, while cigarettes harm society at large but most severely harm their users, guns—especially assault rifles—cause far more harm to society at large (though the numbers are inexact, gun suicides account for something like half of gun fatalities).

The use of cigarettes harms society; society exacts some compensation from cigarette users.  The use of handguns and assault rifles harms society; yet there is no equivalent penalty on the purchase of these guns.  The price, as noted is gory, agonizing, traumatizing, and can upend lives in a way that cigarettes cannot.

There are various estimates for the number of excess deaths caused each year by handguns and assault rifles.  Let us take the lowest of these estimates.  There are a certain number of handguns and assault rifles purchased each year.  Let us divide one by the other, to figure out the fractional number of deaths caused per year, on average, by such a weapon.  Let us convert that into a probability—a probability of drawing a ticket in a lottery by which society claws something back.  On purchasing such a weapon, the buyer is automatically entered into this lottery.  If the buyer’s number comes up—such an unlikely thing!, the gun advocate says—but inevitable, the gun control advocate says—then, at some time that year, seemingly at random, someone near and dear to the gun purchaser, a child, a spouse, a favorite uncle, will be shot and maimed or killed.

“This is so unfair!  The dear person did nothing wrong!  You are a monster for suggesting such a thing!” I hear you say.  Granted, it imposes some punishment on an innocent, but so does the gun purchaser anyway; the 17 who died this week in Florida, the concert goers in Vegas, the students just over the hill from me at Umpqua Community College, were equally innocent and undeserving.  But, I didn’t mention the other price that the handguns and assault rifles impose on society—the tearing of societal fabric, the lasting trauma, the anger and hurt and pain that reverberates through a community for years afterwards.  It’s hard to put a dollar valuation on that cost to society, and hard to extract that from the person buying the weapon.  So, payment in kind.  It may, have some deterrent effect on such purchases as well.

We are in a state where it is increasingly difficult to deny that the violent, terrorized deaths of children are the price that society pays for the freedom to have guns.  I have even seen words to that effect from those that advocate for unrestricted access to guns.  So, fine; they can maintain that right.  All I ask is that those who want to exercise that right pay their fair share of the price.      

Sunday, November 19, 2017

I Believe the Women

"I Believe the Women"--Mitch McConnell, on Roy Moore's accusers.




“A CONTINUING PATTERN OF THE MOST WRETCHED ABUSE”

In a searingly emotional joint press conference held at their home in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the embodiments of Truth and Research laid out a history of unrelenting abuse at the hands of many members of the Trump administration and Republican Party.  Their revelations are only the latest in a growing number of accusations of indecent, immoral, or illegal acts committed by members of this and previous administrations.

Speaking without a lawyer—as she pointed out, Truth needs no lawyer or explainer when she speaks plainly—but backed up by one of her half-sisters Clio, muse of History, Truth recounted in detail examples of President Donald Trump abusing and molesting her.  In a calm and unemotional voice, she described occasions on which Trump had violated her in full view of other elected officials, political appointees, the media, and the general public; indeed, she noted that these assaults were part of the public record.  As Clio nodded vigorously in agreement, she noted that these instances have been broadcast and reported widely, though not on all networks, noting that she has been effectively banned from speaking on Fox News.  She described the harm that had been done to her as damaging to her reputation, career, and even her very existence, noting that some have described the current era as “post-Truth,” as if she were dead. 

Clio then joined her half-sister on the podium and distributed annotated lists of all known events when Trump had violated Truth since he was sworn in as President.  The list was long; Clio pointed out that Trump violated Truth on average more than five times a day.  Truth then came back to the podium and made further charges, against members of the President’s administration and staff, saying that they had treated her no better, and indeed, that they had willingly assisted the President in violating her on a daily basis.  She cited the President’s Press Secretaries as a group as being particularly bad in this regard.  Clio drew the assembled reporters’ attention to video of former Press Secretary Sean Spicer talking about inauguration crowds and Presidential Advisor Kellyanne Conway introducing “alternative facts.”  Truth, visibly shaken, asked the assembled reporters to “make it stop.”  She then introduced her assistant, Research.

Research spoke very quietly, apologizing and explaining that her ability to speak clearly has been harmed, possibly permanently, by the current administration.  In fact, she said, many members of the administration “seem to have a thing for gags,” and that in the course of her employment she had been subjected to such humiliation with grim frequency.  The President, she indicated, seemed not to be actively harassing her; she hypothesized that it was simply that Mr. Trump was unaware of her existence.  However, she held him partly responsible for a workplace environment that enabled her abuse.  

President Trump was at fault, Research said, for appointing individuals well known for histories of assaulting, brutalizing, humiliating, and even torturing Research.  She cited as particularly appalling EPA administrator Scott Pruitt and the nominated USDA Chief Scientist Sam Clovis.  Research noted that she had never heard of Clovis before he was nominated and that he was “obviously totally unfamiliar” with her, but within minutes of their introduction, “it was clear he was into abuse and that business with the gagging.  EPA Administrator Pruitt has been exactly the same way,” perhaps even worse; again, Clio came forward and distributed printouts of  examples of torture resulting in permanent distortion and numerous instances of gagging, all part of the public record.  Clio, as she handed out the printouts, was overheard by some of the reporters present to be mumbling “do your goddamned jobs!”   

Supporting documents produced by Truth, Research and History showed that President Trump and his administration are intensifying a campaign against both Truth and Research of disregard, abuse, assault, and gagging engaged in by many previous Republican administrations for almost half a century, with then-Governor Reagan abusing both Truth and Research by blaming trees for air pollution.  

When asked for comment, Presidential Spokeswoman Sarah Hucakbee Sanders stated “These are just allegations.  Look at the accusers, and you’ll see.  I mean, look at the way they’re dressed, they are inviting it.  And besides, Truth has a well-known liberal bias, Research is often found at our liberal universities, and both Truth and Research have long histories of lying and producing fake news,” and asked reporters to simply watch the Fox News Network for more information.  

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Tuesday Tool: the Ballot.

Election day, here.  The one issue on the ballot has to do with changing the county charter, basically de-professionalizing county government.  It's brought out much of what I don't care for in local politics.  When I first heard of this issue, it struck me as an expression of the generalized all-government-is-bad sentiment of the area, as well as the no-expertise-or-knowledge-is-necessary-for-governing sentiment one sees nowadays, especially on the conservative side of the spectrum.

But then, somebody noticed that this charter would have allowed citizens to block or delay logging on certain county lands.  Indeed, one of the people who proposed the new charter was involved in protests against the logging of a county park.  That led to a county-wide blossoming of signs urging us to STOP EXTREME ENVIRONMENTALISTS! And vote no on the charter.

Then our county sheriff jumped in.  He's absurdly popular around here, because during the Obama administration, he sent a letter to the Vice President--apparently because the President wasn't legitimate?--saying that he wouldn't enforce any gun regulation laws.  (He also had on his Face book page a link to a video suggesting that Sandy Hook was a "false flag" operation.  Trucks all around here have stickers saying "I SUPPORT SHERIFF HANLIN").  Well, the new charter could possibly be interpreted to possibly maybe limit his powers, so he came out against it.  So, a picture of him making a Mussolini face is now up on the "no" posters, which urge us to SUPPORT SHERIFF HANLIN VOTE NO!

And then there's the letters to the editor in the local paper.  Hoo boy.  "Fight Communism--vote no!"  "New charter is first step on road to Nazism."  One of the originators of the charter (a woman) apparently has been subject to menacing, grotesquely threatening phone calls, mail, and social media.  Around here, if somebody says they're coming after you with an AR-15, it's believable.

I don't think the charter will pass.  Backers have been massively out-spent (by a hundred to one), out-postered, and have no support from the business or education community.  I don't care for the charter, because government requires skill and professionalism, and nobody worthwhile will serve as a volunteer county commissioner.  But geez, it sure has brought out the ugly in Douglas County.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Wednesday Words Words words...

Well, that was the worst possible election night.  I couldn't eat for nausea, and am still feeling rough.  That was just from the national results.  I am now finding out about the local elections, and I feel worse.

Rural Oregon is an odd place.  There is practically no sense of public good, and no sense that we should have to pay for anything public, least of all if it benefits someone else [viz. the Malheur Wildlife Refuge standoff].   Natives may call it rugged independence, but the attitude is frankly immature, the result of a long dependence.

Going back to the late 1800's, there was a government effort to foster settlement in the area, which featured public domain land sold for cheap.  There was a plan to establish a railway, the Oregon & California, and the land-sale and railway begat fraud on a massive scale.  After literally decades of litigation and legislation on how to clean up after the fraud, a Federal fund was set up to compensate these counties.  So, for the better part of a century, the "O&C" counties have received a generous stipend from the Feds (wikipedia summary).

Worse, the main industry here is timber, an extractive industry just like coal or oil.  And just like any other extractive industry, it is not good for environment or responsible governance.  For decades, if more money has been needed, local governments could just encourage more logging and collect more royalties.

The combined result has been that these rugged independent counties lived large on Federal stipends and royalties from something that can only be harvested once.  And now, that's done.  The time-frame for the Federal payments to the O&C counties has expired, been extended once at a reduced rate, and is going to end soon.  A combination of competition from Canada, changing patterns of consumption, and ecological awareness means that counties can no longer print money by just harvesting more trees.  But, the residents of these counties are unused to paying taxes, and quite used to government services.  

So here we are.  The Wednesday Words--that's plural--is all the words, because we are talking about libraries and schools.  The funding mechanism for our county's libraries is at an end.  Finito.  Kaput.  Done.  There is no more money for libraries in Douglas County.  Our schools are not in great shape either.  So, some responsible people who believe in the public good proposed a very modest property tax district so we can have a library.  As they pointed out, there is no "Plan B."  Either tax, or no library as we know it.  The idea was put on the ballot for the spoiled children of Douglas County.

Were it not a serious issue, I would have been amused by the letters to the editor in the local newspaper.  Many simply said that libraries are unnecessary, since everyone has the internet.  Libraries, they said, benefit only a few, and they are not the ones that pay taxes.  One gem of a letter said, in essence, "I don't use the library, so nobody should."

Now, not everybody in Douglas County is a spoiled child, and the letters to the editor did reflect that; but, get ten of us together, and only four of us want public libraries.  The situation is much the same in the other O&C counties.  Opponents of the library measure argued strenuously that there was, in fact, a "Plan B," without specifying what it was.  Now that they'd won, plan B is apparently hope:
“I’m hoping that we can keep our libraries open. I’m hoping we can do that without taxing property. There needs to be another way out of this,” Gindlesperger said.
“My hope would be that we could get back into the woods and start getting receipts from our timber. I don’t know that that’s going to happen anytime soon, but that would be my preference,” he said.
And Daddy will buy me a pony.

As for the ballot measures designed to help public schools, I will give you the headline from the (Roseburg, OR) News-Review article.  Note that this is not an op-ed, this is a bit of reportage and so is literal and descriptive:  "EDUCATION NOT A PRIORITY IN DOUGLAS COUNTY SCHOOL DISTRICTS."

So, welcome to Trumpland, everybody!  Proud to be dumb, and trying to get dumber!

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Tuesday Tool Second Tuesday in November Edition

The tool is the ballot.  Like any tool, use it responsibly, and think before using.

An ancillary to this tool is the yard sign or bumper sticker--a simple statement that can be affixed to property, branding it with the name of a politician whom it is hoped will be elected.  Since it only consists of a name and maybe a slogan, it's far more vague than a haiku.  "Make America Great Again"--there's a lot packed into that, and it can easily be interpreted in many ways that smell of rotted corpses.

(As a question of semiotics, perhaps this is more of an issue for the Wednesday Word; but, it is Election Day, so here it is.)

I am deeply perplexed by what to make of people who deface their property--their car, land, or body--with the name of Donald Trump.  The statement is vague.  Are they like the shop in town that has a big sign saying "WE ARE VOTING FOR THE SUPREME COURT NOT THE PRESIDENCY"?  Do they really think they are just voting for a set of so-called "conservative" values?  If that's the case, they are exactly like guys who said that they subscribed to Playboy ONLY for the articles.  Either they are more naive than a ten-minute-old lamb; or, they lie, and are pleasuring themselves with thoughts of discriminating against women, non-Christians, immigrants, homosexuals, and every other non-white non-male group.  

If it's the former, well, they will probably be educated soon enough in the school of hard knocks by a professor selling colloidal silver and chemtrail repellent.  If it's the latter, what do I do?

If I hire a contractor with a Trump/Pence sticker on his truck--do I assume that he would be OK with me stiffing him?  The guy with a "Make America Great Again" hat and a Vietnam Service Ribbon and POW bumper sticker on his car--do I assume that he wants me to mock him as a loser and a coward?  My neighbors with the big "TRUMP" sign by their driveway--do I assume that he would be A-OK with me assaulting his wife, and that she would be just fine with me saying disgusting things about her daughter and making sport of their disabled son?  Are they all good with me just lying to them constantly about every thing great and small? I know a lot of these people, and I'm pretty sure that these things would not go over well, but...that sign, that slogan...it is like being invited into a friend's house and stumbling over something shameful that you wish they had hidden away.  Was the business model of Playboy ever not explicitly based on exploiting women?  Did anyone ever buy a copy of Playboy just for the articles?

Thursday, November 3, 2016

National nausea

I have been feeling worse and worse, lately.  I have been seeing more and more people willing to deface their cars and their property, and debase themselves, by identifying with a man who embodies fascism, ignorance, contempt for half of the people on the planet, and hatred for most of the people on the planet.  I know that a lot of these people are, at their core, decent, and probably don't think of themselves as endorsing mocking disabled people, being a deadbeat, and unthinking sexism and cruelty.  A lot of them consider themselves Christian, and who knows, maybe they feel the faintest of qualms about endorsing a guy who seems to make it a goal to violate every tenet of their religion's Savior.  But there they are, endorsing him, and to me, they are saying, "I approve of these actions."  In every election up to now, I've viewed voting for certain candidates as an expression of political sensibility; in this election, I find I'm viewing it as a statement of morals.

There's a feeling that you get right before you throw up.  You've been getting sicker, and sicker, and you surprise and disappoint yourself by getting even sicker.  Your head feels as if it's filled with a balloon of sulfide gas that has squeezed your brains out your ears.  You can't really hear anything but static and a distant screeching of fingernails on chalkboard, and your vision starts to narrow down and pale.  Your mouth is dryer than you can imagine, but you still taste something like dirty metal, and your skin gets clammy and cold.  But then, comes the realization that you will throw up.  Your body is making the decisions now, and it has decided that it has got to purge you of whatever you've ingested that is trying to kill you.  If you have any clarity of mind remaining, you are grateful because this is what needs to be done, and, as you run for the toilet, you realize that you'll probably feel better afterwords.  Not good; but better.

I feel as though that's where we are right now, as a country, a week out from this goddamned election.  It's time to start hurrying our steps towards the voting booth instead of the toilet and rid ourselves of the toxins poisoning our body politic.  The only thing that has me worried is the number of folks who are thinking that they would rather head back to the drinks table and have another hit of the Trump brand Vodka.

I do not look forward to the hangover.

Friday, March 18, 2016

Public opinion polls from Mayberry-on-Umpqua

Okay, granted that newspaper readership skews old, and granted that newspaper-writer-in-ship skews crotchety, but I was still surprised by the "question of the week" for our local newspaper's opinion page.  The question was "what are the issues that are most important to you in the presidential election."  Over 400 people responded.  There was no majority, but the most common answer of all, for over 25% of the respondents, was...

...gay marriage.


Gotta say, I'm pretty flabbergasted by that one.  That it's even an issue is incomprehensible to me; that it's the most important issue in a presidential race in 2016 to some people makes me feel like I am living either in a different century or on a different planet.  I mean, really?

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Still alive

Just to say that I was not directly involved in the massacre at UCC today.  I'm sure that I am no more than two degrees of separation from somebody who was; also pretty sure that we will get new neighbors at the cemetery next to us.  In a parallel universe not too far from this, I might be teaching at a parallel UCC.

We're always told that "now is not the time to bring up gun control laws," in the aftermath of such events.  They now happen with such regularity that there never will be a time.  And so we will have more.

As I've written here before, this is what we want to happen.  I've already been told that the solution is to have more guns, to have everybody carrying a piece--this despite a lot of evidence that that's not the solution.  But I'm too heart-sick and too tired and upset to argue it.  We've decided, as a country, that we actively want there to be a shooting like this every month.  And until we do something about our national psychosis about guns--something I see a lot of here in rural Oregon--we'll get more, and we want it.


Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Wednesday Wordage Just Say It, Dammit, Edition--a rant you don't have to read but that I have to rant.

Begin rant:

A long time ago, I was on a bike tour that passed through some lovely scenery in Washington, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, and South Dakota.  I was not supposed to be naive--I had a college education from a prestigious institution under my belt--but, I was.  Maybe it was because I missed some classes in High School, or because I slept through something, or maybe because it just wasn't taught.  Whatever the reason, I was almost completely unaware of the history of the relationship between my country and the First Nations who originally lived in the area.   Every day we passed historical markers and parks and battlefields, I got a good eye-opening about just how rotten one's government can be, and how enthusiastically a democratic majority can support that rottenness.  And, of course, if you pay attention, you can hear that lesson again and again and again.

So I found myself listening to the radio today as I drove to the vet.  I had tuned in while the show was in progress, and heard somebody vigorously defending the use of "EITs".  I eventually figured out that an EIT was an "Enhanced Interrogation Technique."  As I listened on, it became very, very clear that EIT was torture, given legal blessing by compliant lawyers and paranoid, fearful agents.  It was clear that the things being legally purified were, when practiced by Khmer Rouge or North Vietnamese or Maoist or Imperial Japanese or Nazi or Stalinist agents, torture.  It was clear, as I was driving to the vet, that if I did the things blandly described as EITs to the goats in the back of my truck, I would be arrested and prosecuted.  It made me kind of sick, and gave me a bit more of that feeling I had while reading yet another sign describing United States soldiers killing native women and children in some beautiful valley in Montana.

And now, I am sicker.  Apparently, over 50% of people who identify with one of our major political parties reckon that EITs are a genuinely good thing.  Not tolerable, but right and just. 

Carlin and Orwell, a couple of Georges who were keen observers of the abuse of language, talked about how you can hide the most awful things behind bland, meaningless words.  Torture becomes Enhanced Interrogation becomes EIT, and heck, EIT's don't sound so bad.  Torture doesn't magically become something else when the same thing is done by the CIA rather than Pol Pot, no matter how scared you are, no matter how many lawyers bless it, and no matter what name you disguise it with.

I want never to hear the terms "EIT" or Enhanced Interrogation used by any news organization to describe the torture that agents of my country performed.  It was torture.  Just say it, dammit.  And if you're one of those people who thinks that EITs are tolerable, just own the fact that you endorse torture. 

Oh, and what I was saying earlier about epithets and chyrons...there are a lot of people who, whenever they make any public pronouncement about anything, should have a label saying "...supports torturing people..."

End of Rant. 

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Wednesday Wordage: Chiron, son of Chronos, god-like beast...

One of the many things that vexes me about the state of civil discourse these days has to do with qualifications, or more precisely, disqualifications.  We have too many news and opinion shows on too many channels and blogs and twitters, all going 24/7.  All of these outlets need people to voice opinions--otherwise, no show, and no ad revenue. But what does it take to be one of these opinion-spinners?

The qualifications are minimal.  One can earn an advanced degree in seemingly any field, or you can be at a think-tank, or you can be an elected official, or you can have an obsessive blog about a particular subject, or be eloquent, or telegenic, or family of someone relevant, or any of a number of other things.  All of these things, whatever their true worth at forming an educated opinion, apparently qualify you to share your opinion with lots of people, and try to sway their opinions.

What distresses me is not how easy it is to gain qualification as an opinion-maker.  It is, rather, how it is nearly impossible to be disqualified as an opinioneer.  There are too many people whose opinions are given far too much weight, based on how their previous opinions or policies have played out in the real world.  They should, one thinks, be disqualified from having publicly broadcast opinions on these matters.  We really should never have to listen to a news or opinion piece on human rights from Henry Kissinger, on middle-eastern policy from Dick Cheney, on defence policy from Don Rumsfeld, on presidential powers from John Yoo, on appropriate workplace behavior from Bill Clinton, and so on--except, perhaps to hear them say, "whatever you do, make it the opposite of what I did".  But banning people is not the solution, or consistent with our constitution. 

So, I argue for the return of the epithet.  You may remember epithets from Homer and his ilk:  swift-footed Achilles, Eos of the rosy fingers.  In documented history, you have kings such as Ethelred the Unready or Ivan the Terrible.  These adjectival phrases become part of the character's name.   Epithets help us to grasp the essential nature of the person, and they're not always flattering.

There are certain positions or clearly stated opinions--not off-the-cuff remarks, but publicly declared views--that have been tested by time, and found stupid or odious.  They become less like opinions and more like falsified hypotheses that are still, despite evidence, clung to.  I propose that these should become epithets.  However, it doesn't really advance public discourse when you reduce a talking head's world-view to a single adjective like "unready" or "terrible."  A more useful and informative epithet, one that would help the audience to weigh an opinion, would be something such as "who thought Sarah Palin would be a good president" or "who reckons that bombing Iran would be constructive," to suggest a few that would apply to the Honorable Senator John McCain.

How does one deal with a bulky and cumbersome epithet such as this?  A solution is provided by repurposing yet another scourge of public discourse, the Chyron.  Chyrons (the name is apparently a trademark and has nothing to do with the centaur who taught Achilles; they are also called crawls or "the bottom third") are those lines of text that pollute the bottom of a TV screen whenever there is a talking head spouting opinions.  They are generally full of garbage, or take the talking head's opinion an reduce it to one phrase of mush.  Either way, they do nothing useful.  I suggest taking the Chyron and using it to show the talking head's epithet.

Here's an example: nowadays, we see James Inhofe's head talking above lines of text saying "Sen (R) Okla / Jets 14 Ravens 3 (final) / Dow up 13 3/8 / Did Rhianna cheat on Ussher? / Volcanic eruption in Hawaii threatens golf course..." and so on.  Instead, we should see James Inhofe talking above lines of text saying "despite a century of accumulated scientific evidence and the assurances of pretty much everybody who has studied them, he refuses to place any credence in biological evolution or anthropogenic climate change.  Also gets lots of money from fossil fuel business."  That way the viewer would know the talking head is venal and committed to ignorance on not just one, but two, and probably lots of issues.

It might be argued that this would stifle free discussion of important issues.  But, if you consistently have opinions that the passage of time have shown to be clearly dumb and harmful, it seems that your views should be branded.  If you're stupid on one topic, fine, opine on others--and if you trip on those, you will accumulate more tar and more feathers, for all to see.  It's been noted that, in the internet age, that a PhD does not automatically confer wisdom, and that formal qualifications have become less important.  Right now, civil discourse has an urgent need for disqualifications. 

(signed) J. A. Appleman...for a while, thought corn-based ethanol was a reasonable alternative energy source... 

 I'll put a few possibilities in the comments...please add your own.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Tuesday Tool Early November Edition (Updated)

Well, it's the ballot, of course.  Vote responsibly.

I am not exactly on the same political wavelength as most of my neighbors.  I assiduously avoid politics in conversation, and have cultivated the obscure answer, the faint smile and imperceptible nod.  I rarely try to correct someone when they regurgitate one of the more outlandish whoppers put forth by talk radio*.  So, I could probably introduce myself to any random stranger, and say that my ballot cancels his or hers.  Such is democracy.  I refrain from doing so--such is politeness.

However, it is inevitable that if somebody says something to you that they earnestly believe--something that goes against all facts, and that you know is 100% stupid, it will inevitably change how you regard them.  Still, ya gotta do business with them.  I console myself with the knowledge that they are good at whatever it is that I'm working with them on, and that they would consider me 100% stupid if they knew my views. 

 It is useful to have your opinions challenged, from right and left, and it is dangerous to listen only to those who agree with you.  What worries me particularly about the current scene is that we (as a country) can't even seem to agree on what is reality.  Facts have been replaced with tribal identity and heaps of lies and fear,  whipped up by "dark money."  

So I'm not tuning in to the election returns, because I know that they won't make me happy.  But, having voted, I will at least be entitled to complain.

UPDATE, POST-ELECTION:  I see from the local paper that two thirds of the folks in my county think rather differently than I do about almost every issue.  Most of them even voted for a congressional candidate who earned a few seconds of fame for a mass-mailing soliciting urine samples for his biochemistry research.  A very large majority voted for the state lege candidate who passed on any public debate because he was too busy, was not really clear about the whole three branches of government thing, and made sure that his first order of business was to publicly thank his personal deity and savior.  

*Rarely enough that I can remember only three such claims, and I responded only because I was specifically asked: Obama is the most anti-Israel president ever, global warming (if it exists, which it doesn't) is due to H-bomb testing, and there is an actual movement afoot to introduce Sharia law in the U.S..  Each claim was given with complete seriousness.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Second thoughts on enzyme kinetics (and Newtown)

Some unorganized thoughts about the fallout from the idiocy surrounding our national response to the incidents in Newtown:

1.  In a conversation with a near-random stranger (I purchased a truck topper from him; he actually works as a small cog in the military-industrial complex), the subject turned to preparations for Christmas.  The fellow has kids, and he said something to the effect of "I don't know, I'm just not that into it this year.  I mean, I think about those kids in Massachusetts..."  I heard basically the same thing from a local hunter.

2.  Dead people are dead, regardless of age.  I heard a right-wing TV bloviator saying that he was rock-solid on unfettered gun rights after Columbine, after Aurora, after Virginia Tech, and everything else.  But Newtown changed his mind, and now he says he supports some restrictions on gun ownership.  Well, bloviator, I'm glad you're seeing sense, but the people who died in Aurora (and the people shot dead every day) are just as dead as those shot in Newtown, and their deaths were just as meaningless.  Perhaps you should apologize for pissing on the graves of those earlier victims of gun violence?

3.  Alert reader MM pointed out in response to the earlier post that we, as a society, need to ensure better access to mental health care, and that mental health issues have no more social stigma than colon polyps.  To use the language of enzyme kinetics, the fraction of "evil" enzyme can be reduced.

4.  Looking at the letters to the editor in our local paper, there seems to be mostly qualified support for the idiot State Representative who suggested increasing the number of guns, especially in schools.  Only one letter writer thought it was insane. As has been noted, I live in a very "red" area. 

5.  I still haven't heard anyone give a convincing explanation for why a semiautomatic weapon of any sort is really necessary for a civilian.  The hunters I've talked to, at least around here, all value marksmanship, and use bolt action rifles.  One told me that you you should need only one shot; if you need two shots, you might have slipped; if you need three or more, you need to practice your marksmanship, and you don't belong out there.  But that's if you're sissy enough to need a gun; if you're for real, you use a bow.

6.  What was Wayne LaPierre on at that "Press Event"?  I mean, he basically claimed that he was the victim at Sandy Hook.   



Monday, December 17, 2012

A simple lesson in enzyme kinetics

(Ever since a college class on physical chemistry, I retreat to the verities of thermodynamics when confronted with the incomprehensibility of human behavior.  There’s no understanding what happened in Connecticut a few days ago--just trying to arrive at a mechanism that will allow you to get through your day without hiding in a bunker to avoid every other human being.)

Look, here’s a test tube of solvent with two solutes in it. 
One is a substrate—a chemical that can undergo a reaction, but doesn’t readily do so.  The other is an enzyme—a chemical that, when it bumps into the substrate, makes it undergo the reaction. 
Enzymes are proteins, noodle-like strings of amino acids that must fold up into a specific shape to do their job.  This process can, and does, go awry at a certain rate; a defined proportion of a population of this enzyme will be misfolded.  If there are only a few molecules of the enzyme, then it’s unlikely that you’ll find a single misfolded enzyme.  If there are thousands of molecules of the enzyme, then you’ll find a couple misfolded enzymes.  If there are millions of molecules of the enzymes, then it’s a certainty that you’ll find a good number of misfolded enzymes.
Now, the misfolded enzyme is evil.  When it bumps into a molecule of substrate, it makes it undergo the wrong reaction, one that produces a lethal product.
Very simple.  Since the proportion of misfolded enzyme is constant, if you increase the amount of enzyme in the jar, you will increase the amount of evil enzyme.  There’s no way around that fact. 

Let’s say that you keep the amount of enzyme in the jar constant, but you increase the amount of substrate.  You will increase the likelihood that a molecule of evil enzyme will bump into a molecule of substrate, and make something lethal.  This is physical chemistry, this is the way the world works, and arguing against it is like arguing against gravity.

(In the picture, I’m just looking at the "evil" reaction; the “good” reaction still happens, but I’m more interested in the “evil” reaction catalyzed by the evil enzyme.)

If you’ve had college biology, you may have encountered enzyme kinetics.  That’s what we’re seeing here.  You can make a graph showing the relationship between substrate concentration and the rate at which the reaction happens.  Eventually, you saturate the system, and the reaction goes as fast as possible. 
There’s two ways you can avoid producing the lethal product.  Make the concentration of enzyme really, really low—it will be less likely that you’ll have any of the evil enzyme.  Or, you can make the concentration of substrate really, really low—it will be less likely that a molecule of substrate will encounter a molecule of evil enzyme.
 
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In any population of humans, there’s going to be a small percentage that just ain’t right in the head.  If there’s only a thousand people in your population, and there’s a good social support network, then there may not be any such troubled individuals.  But, in a country of 300 million, there’s going to be people who do evil.  Unless we reduce our country’s population to a thousand people, there will be psychopaths, just like in a collection of millions of molecules of enzyme, there will be evil misfolded enzyme.

For a normal human being—for most of my neighbors here in a pretty “red” part of the country—an encounter with the substrate in this argument, a gun, is part of a recreational experience.  People hunt, or practice marksmanship, or just go plinking tin cans.  Many of my neighbors have the kind of semi-automatic weapons used in Clackamas and Connecticut and Aurora and Milwaukee, and nothing bad happens.   

But if you put the substrate of a semi-automatic weapon into the hands of a psychopath, you get that lethal reaction that we saw in Clackamas a week ago and in Connecticut a couple of days ago. 

If you increase the concentration of substrate—of guns, especially those guns that are useless for hunting—you will increase the rate of the reaction.  This is reality, this is how thermodynamics says the universe works, despite the idiot fantasies of Dennis Richardson, the Oregon State Representative from Central Point, just down the interstate from here:

“If I had been a teacher or the principal at the Sandy Hook Elementary School and if the school district did not preclude me from having access to a firearm, either by concealed carry or locked in my desk, most of the murdered children would still be alive, and the gunman would still be dead, and not by suicide…we need to ensure that our children are safe, and we can’t do that by disarming those who are on the scene.”  

I don’t know if Representative Richardson ever studied any physical sciences in school; if he were taking introductory bio from he, he’d have just failed.  This is really simple stuff. 

As I’ve said, many or most of my neighbors have guns, mostly for hunting.  More than a few have handguns (We once got our car towed by a guy who had his on the dashboard, and who reminded me a little too much of the character John Goodman played in “Barton Fink”*).  Some have semiautomatics.  They tend to feel more strongly about their weapons than I do about my most prized possession.  They will all aver that they are of sound mind and practice all the rules of gun safety.  Most will point to a highly ambiguous clause in the Constitution.  A few of the fringier ones will maintain that their ability to outgun government representatives is the bulwark that prevents tyranny, which I’d find laughable if it didn’t reflect a cocktail of psychosis and lethal force. 

Reading and talking with gun enthusiasts, I’m struck by the degree to which these weapons are signifiers of something transcendent and essential to their self-regard.  They try for words to explain it to me, and give up—it ends up being like explaining religion or love.  Having not had their—I’m at a loss for what to call it…epiphany? Love affair? revalation?...I’ll admit that I utterly fail to understand their point of view.  I’m fine with hunting rifles.  But no one needs an automatic or semiautomatic weapon, any more than they need a howitzer or Sherman tank. 

Reading Representative Richardson’s remarks, two things are clear: he wants lots of guns, and he ardently wants dead children (just not as many).  Other gun enthusiasts have basically said that there’s no eliminating psychopaths, but the right to hyper-lethal weaponry is sacrosanct—so, we just have to accept a certain baseline of slaughter.  In their view, we’d be best off if we were in the saturated region of the enzyme kinetics graph. 
If we, as a society, want evil such as happened this week to stop, the only way we can do it is to reduce the concentration of substrate—of weapons whose designed purpose is to kill lots of humans—to zero.  If we, as a society, don’t have the will to do this, then we, as a society, are affirming that we want this to happen again, and again, and again. 

This is not politics; this is really basic, simple physical science.  How we get there is politics. 

*I’ve heard it argued that a well-armed society is a polite society.  This is both true and utter horse$#!+.  I was very polite and most agreeable with the tow-truck driver.  I did not feel especially freedom-y, and I don’t think I would have felt any more freedom-y if I were also armed. 

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Freedom!!!

There are certain life experiences that would seem to inevitably shape some political opinions. A nasty case of food poisoning might lead to favoring some government intrusion into the food-service marketplace, while spending money to meet a frivolous and overly broad regulation might make one resent big government. (That said, I can’t think of how real-life experience in the modern Western world would make you a hard-core libertarian.)


In the last couple of months, my father’s health has deteriorated, consuming a large amount of energy and attention and money from me and my family (and curtailing my ability to blog). As I’ve noted, he has an advanced case of Alzheimer’s disease; over the holiday season, this was complemented by episodes of “severe rectal bleeding” leading to plummeting blood pressure, dehydration, weight loss, two trips to the ER, a hospital stay, and a couple of months in a Skilled Nursing Facility ("SNF," pronounced "sniff" by those in the know). He has just left the SNF, and is now at home, in a room that we have filled with rented medical equipment; he also has the round-the-clock presence of home health nurses.


Things could be a lot worse; he has health insurance from his former employer, long-term-care coverage (also through his employer), as well as access to Medicare and MediCal, and VA coverage for his stint as a private, first class. His insurance situation is the fruit of a long career of hard work at a single institution, and is excellent by American reckoning.


This is not to say that things could not be better. I’ve spent the best part of the day on the phone with his doctor, the doctor’s office staff, the SNF discharge counselor, the SNF insurance and billing coordinator, two medical equipment rental services, the long-term-care insurance company, the long-term-care insurance company’s record collector, the doctor’s group’s record service, the home health nurses, and the home health nurses’ agency. Yesterday was similar, and I and both of my brothers have had plenty of other days along the same lines. With few exceptions, none of these entities seems to be able to communicate with any of the others. I’m left wondering what will happen when my father has another acute episode. I’m also left wondering why in the world this country, supposedly so advanced, doesn’t have a single-payer health insurance system for all.


The Real Doctor, it should be noted, works for a government-run single-payer system that works for a certain segment of the population that is neither especially healthy nor wealthy. It is not without flaws, but it provides affordable and generally good care with an endurable wait. The system is nationwide and uses a paperless record system, making communication within this system relatively speedy and simple. (In contrast, a couple of the players I’ve been dealing with today haven’t been talking to each other because one only uses fax and the other only uses snail mail. As a result, simply beginning the process of processing the long term insurance claim has been held up for weeks.) The Real Doctor is of the opinion that for-profit health care is a road to immorality.


The Real Doctor deals with some bureaucratic headaches, but she knows from experience it could be worse. She no longer has the quivering nightmares that were brought on by the ethical compromises necessary when she worked at a for-profit HMO, which had its own well-padded bureaucracy. She could be earning more if she worked for her own private clinic—but that would mean the stress of being an employer, expensive malpractice insurance, and even more pressure. As one of her colleagues (whom shall remain unnamed, but who she describes as “one of the most thoughtful out there”; if you really must know who, send me an email) wrote on a message board,

Most glaucoma docs want to make a reasonable income – reasonable by most people’s standards. But to do so requires seeing LOTS of patients. I have heard of ophthalmologists that see more than 80 patients a day. Assuming they work for 8 hours seeing patients (8 hours seeing patients usually means at least a 11-hour day), they will spend about 6 minutes with each patient and not eat or urinate. If they actually see patients for 7 hours (which is probably considerably longer than characteristic for most ophthalmologists) they will spend 5 minutes with each patient. I cannot conceive of any way I can learn what my patients need to tell me, examine them and then counsel them appropriately in 5 minutes.

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So, like I was saying, I can’t imagine thinking, as I boarding an aging, oil-leaking Soviet prop-plane piloted by a kid chewing khat,

“I am so glad that the good people who run this business are able to compete, completely free of burdensome regulations, and that I have so much freedom to choose which carrier will work for my extremely limited budget! I shall very likely cherish this freedom for the rest of my life!”
Likewise, I can’t imagine anyone having any significant experience as a receiver of medical care in the United States going through the process with the thought
“FREEDOM! Yessir, freedom of speech and religion, freedom from want and fear, and best of all the freedom to spend an entire day on the telephone being passed along like a counterfeit buck in a vain attempt to get reimbursement from a for-profit insurance company that is working with a for-profit HMO! I shall very likely cherish this freedom--and this icky hold music and my depleted bank account--for the rest of my life!”