Monday, March 31, 2008

All In the Timing

I got a mailer today for service on my totaled Mustang from a Ford dealer here in Coral Gables that went out of business last summer.

Opening Day

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle(dove) is heard in our land.

– Song of Solomon 2:12, the verse quoted by Ernie Harwell, legendary Tigers broadcaster, at the beginning of the first broadcast of every season.

Finally it’s here.

So, who do you think will win the Series this year? The Detroit Free Press gurus list their choices here, but I’m going to go all sentimental and predict that it will be the Red Sox against the Cubs, and since the Cubs haven’t won in 100 years, I’ll give it to them purely for the karma.

I think the Tigers will win the AL Central.

Update: They dropped the opener 5-4 in 11 innings against Kansas City.

Gas Mileage

When I had the Mustang, I habitually filled it up every Monday morning on the way to the office, and it usually took six to eight gallons of gas to top it off, depending on my driving the week before. This morning I did that on the Pontiac, having driven pretty much the same routine last week. It only needed four gallons.

So I guess I’m going to save a lot of money on gas for the duration. On the whole, however, I’d rather not have gone through what I did to get to that situation.

Something Else?

William Kristol comes to the breathtaking conclusion that John McCain will have to run on something other than his biography.

The McCain campaign’s first general election ad, released Friday, includes moving footage of him as a prisoner of war. What was Democratic Chairman Howard Dean’s reaction? “While we honor McCain’s military service, the fact is Americans want a real leader who offers real solutions, not a blatant opportunist who doesn’t understand the economy and is promising to keep our troops in Iraq for 100 years.”

Most Americans want to be told we can leave Iraq sooner rather than later. McCain has chosen instead to tell Americans the hard and unpopular truths that we’ll be there for a while, and that there’s no sacrifice-free path to defeating our enemies and securing a lasting peace. This is “blatant opportunism”?

The McCain ad must have alarmed Dean because McCain’s biography is so much more impressive than Hillary Clinton’s or Barack Obama’s. McCain will spend this week trying to reinforce his biographical advantage, embarking on a “Service to America” tour to places associated with his own, and his family’s, service to the country — from McCain Field (named for his grandfather) near Meridian, Miss., to Annapolis, to two of his stateside Navy postings in Florida.

This is a perfectly reasonable way for McCain to spend time while most of the country enjoys the Democrats’ rollicking demolition derby.

But here’s something for the McCain campaign to remember: Democracies don’t always elect the man who has done the most for his country.

That last line really resonates, especially after the last seven-plus years.

One can lament this “progress” of modern democratic politics, away from rewarding real merit based on past achievement, toward a present-oriented shallowness and a future-oriented wishfulness. One can regret that in our day, historical memory is so short, respect for past accomplishments is so thin, and gratitude for service rendered is so lacking.

But our ingratitude may be the flip side of a healthy hardheadedness, and our focus on the present the byproduct of a sensible pragmatism. When we elect a president, we’re not giving a lifetime achievement award. We’re choosing someone to govern for the next four years. The qualities of a young military hero may not be those of a successful president.

McCain knows this. As an elected official, he’s never rested on his P.O.W. laurels, remarkable though they are. He’s been a major player in the Senate — in foreign policy and military matters, and as a successful sponsor of (sometimes misguided) domestic reform legislation.

As a presidential candidate, McCain is running, as one would expect, a substantive foreign policy campaign, as shown by his fine speech last week before the Los Angeles World Affairs Council. But with recession on the horizon, three-quarters of the American public thinking the country’s on the wrong track, and the president and Congress at historically low approval levels — shouldn’t we be seeing more of McCain the domestic reformer?

In other words, shouldn’t Mr. McCain be telling us how he’s going to fix everything that the Republicans screwed up since they’ve been in charge? So far he’s done squat except to say that people who got sub-prime loans shouldn’t have gotten them in the first place.

Mr. Kristol can put on the all the brave fronts and bluster that he likes, and he can make his jabs and japes at the Democrats for their on-going primaries, conveniently forgetting that right-wing stalwarts like Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter were calling for the exile of John McCain before he became the Great Inevitable. Referring to the Democrats primary as a demolition derby shows that Mr. Kristol is capable of transference, although he may not appreciate the irony.

As Obama and Clinton go at it over the next couple of months, McCain can ignore the Democrats and set forth his own policy agenda. His focus on substance could provide a nice contrast to their political bickering. And his policies, combining conservative principles with reformist energy, could contrast well with their stale liberal orthodoxy. Then Howard Dean will really be sputtering.

If Mr. Kristol thinks that what either Sen. Clinton or Sen. Obama is offering is “stale liberal orthodoxy,” — in spite of the fact that neither candidate or their positions are stale or orthodox (and there are a lot of people who don’t think they’re sufficiently liberal) — then what does John McCain offer? The same “compassionate conservative” principles we’ve been getting for the past eight years, only now it’s coming from him, not Bush?

Ironic Convergence

There’s something amusingly ironic about an anti-immigration group taking root in South Florida.

World War II veteran Enos Schera monitors ”the invasion” from his Miami home in the predominantly Cuban-American suburb of Westchester. Information is the former Marine’s weapon.

Surrounded by stacks of paper, old televisions, VCRs and radios, Florida’s ”grandfather of immigration reform” — as other activists have dubbed him — tracks crimes committed by immigrants, failing public schools and politicians’ positions.

Schera’s Citizens of Dade United is among a growing cohort of anti-illegal immigration groups in Florida trying different tactics to drive out undocumented immigrants. They have turned to legislators in Tallahassee for help in the wake of Washington’s inability to find a solution.

”I feel like a little guy at the bottom of the dam with my finger plugged in the dike,” said Schera, 80, vice-president of the group. ”I know what’s going to happen if I pull my finger out, only instead of a trillion tons of water it will be a trillion tons of people.”

After mounting a somewhat solitary fight for three decades in Miami, the city with the nation’s highest percentage of foreign-born residents, Schera now has company.

[…]

”People call us hate-mongers and racists, but this isn’t about racism at all; it’s about the rule of law,” said state Minuteman Civil Defense Corps director Bill Landes, 52, in Haines City.

Immigrant advocates, who call anti-illegal immigration groups ”nativists,” say the anti-immigrant rhetoric can have dangerous results, evidenced by a reported rise in hate crimes against Hispanics. FBI statistics indicate a spike of almost 35 percent from 2003 to 2006.

The Southern Poverty Law Center recently released a report saying the number of ”hate groups” grew by 48 percent since 2000, an increase it attributes to growing anti-immigrant sentiment.

”I think what’s happened in many cases is that some of the real vile… propaganda against Latinos and immigrants specifically, really begins in white supremacist hate groups,” said the Center’s Mark Potok. ”But what we’re seeing as a phenomenon is that those allegations make their way out of hate groups and then go into the anti-immigration movement.”

The leaders of the nascent Florida groups are generally older men — several of them veterans — who often feel the country’s soul is threatened by the influx of mostly Hispanic immigrants.

They seethe every time they have to ”press 1 for English” when they call a government office. They reel off figures about overpopulation and immigrants on welfare. Many believe that Mexican immigrants want to reclaim California and the Southwest.

In the first place, if you have to proclaim that you’re not a racist, you’re a racist, especially if you deflect it by saying it isn’t about racism but the rule of law, conveniently making it the law’s fault. (This is the same reasoning homophobic Christianists use to gay-bash: “It’s not us, it’s the bible.”) Second, when you worry that the Mexicans are trying to “reclaim California and the Southwest,” that implies that the land was taken from them; you don’t have to reclaim something unless it belonged to you in the first place. A cursory glance at history will show that California and the Southwest were invaded by the Spanish long before the Anglos showed up with their guns and diseases, so if there are “immigrants” out there, it’s not the people of Spanish ancestry. But what is supremely ironic is seeing this kind of group take hold in South Florida, and hearing a Cuban voice his concerns about illegal immigration. Were it not for their own power in the legislature and Congress as exemplified by the Cuban-American Adjustment Act, Cubans would be on the other side of the issue.

More than just the outright racism and xenophobia, there’s an undercurrent of fear that’s predicated on the fact that people who come to this country — legally or otherwise — show amazing courage and ambition to make the sacrifice to leave their homeland and come to a strange place where the language, customs, and competition present huge obstacles, yet they are willing to do it and succeed. To some people, that kind of ambition is a threat; yet the irony is that that is how this nation was founded, and were it not for a bunch of immigrants, illegal or otherwise, there would be no nation for the Minutemen, with their Elmer Fudd hats and Archie Bunker mentality, to be so selfish about.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Sunday Reading

Service Without a Smile: Process serving is a booming business in South Florida.

Whether it’s on the gritty streets of Bunche Park or in the marbled lobbies of condos on Brickell Avenue, everyone seems to know Seth Gissen — or at least his kind.

Grim and focused, he is known by the stack of papers under his arm, the way he peers in windows, jots down tag numbers, and queries neighbors or the concierge. When he knocks on the door, it is loud, brisk and authoritative.

He is a process server, a sworn court officer called upon to deliver official notices to homeowners that their lenders have filed foreclosure. As the mortgage meltdown hits a critical mass in South Florida, it seems that his presence in neighborhoods throughout the region is becoming almost as common as that of the mail carrier or meter reader.

”Foreclosure?” asks a young man, watching from the street as Gissen knocks on the door of a duplex in Liberty City one recent evening. In the neighborhood surrounding the property in the 700 block of 75th Street, more than 28 homes are either owned by the bank or in the foreclosure process.

”Yeah,” Gissen responds curtly. He says it is best to tell the neighbors what he’s doing. That way, he says, they are less likely to blurt out to homeowners that a process server came around, since that would mean delivering the embarrassing news themselves. Also, Gissen needs their help in tracing the owner’s whereabouts.

Does the young man know if owner Gamalyah Israelion lives in the duplex? At that moment, the tenant from the upstairs unit emerges on the lawn. Michael Ruffin is also served, as the law dictates. He has a cellphone number for Israelion, too, which puts Gissen a step closer to finding his man.

Attempts to reach Israelion by phone are unsuccessful.

As Gissen jumps into his car en route to his next stop, a $1.4 million condo in the Jade building near Brickell Avenue, the young spectator asks about his neighbor’s home: ”Is there a sale date on it?”

Gissen, 40, has been a process server since he opened his own company 17 years ago. A decade ago, he partnered with a college friend, Sean Zawyer, to open Gissen & Zawyer. The firm has steadily become one of the largest process-service firms among several hundred in Florida, delivering notices in civil cases, including divorce and personal injury.

About a year ago, business from foreclosures started to pick up. In the last two or three months, it has become a deluge.

Last month, 7,499 foreclosure actions were filed in Miami-Dade and Broward counties alone.

Last June, Gissen and his partner added a new division dedicated to serving foreclosure papers — to about 5,000 people a month, including tenants, spouses, and homeowner and condo associations, in addition to property owners. All of them, by law, must be notified when a home is headed for the auction block.

While county sheriff’s offices have their own staff of servers, law firms hire private companies such as Gissen & Zawyer for the same reasons that people go with FedEx or UPS over the U.S. Postal Service — it’s faster.

In Miami-Dade County, 122 people were newly certified as process servers in January, up from an average of 30 or 40 in entire years previously, said Walter Cordle, coordinator for the county’s certified civil process server program. He attributes the bigger number to the glut of foreclosure cases.

As the workload grows, the Gissen & Zawyer firm must hire. Since last year, it has doubled the number of employees to 25 in the office and 30 process servers who work throughout Florida. Most of them are private contractors. That makes the firm huge, according to a competitor. Most private firms have one or two employees.

Revenue at the firm has doubled in the last year, Zawyer said, without giving figures. ”It’s a dream…. Unfortunately, it comes at the expense of people being foreclosed on, which is not the greatest,” Zawyer said.

On Their Feet: Cherry Lane Theater in New York helps move new plays beyond the staged reading stage.

Playwrights who bemoan those long periods of readings and revisions that rarely lead to a production must have been intrigued last fall when the Roundabout Theater Company announced Roundabout Underground, an initiative to help usher plays by lesser-known writers to the stage. Just a few weeks ago Lincoln Center Theater declared that this fall it would present the inaugural production of its new play enterprise, LCT3. And the Public Theater, already a venerable theatrical incubator, recently started an Emerging Writers Group, which, while not providing early career playwrights with productions, will offer other resources.

Certainly New York is teeming with companies that aim to present original works, but this season’s new programs, coming as they do from established theaters with real budgets, suggest a heightened interest in cultivating nascent talent. In this landscape the Cherry Lane Theater’s Mentor Project, now in its 10th year, is trying to remain both singular and solvent.

“In the last decade we were the pioneers, and now everyone is doing it,” said Angelina Fiordellisi, the artistic director of the Cherry Lane, which has sponsored its Mentor Project matching up-and-coming writers with professionals since 1999.

“Everybody’s copying, and they’re taking all the funding too,” she said. But if she seemed frustrated, she was pleased as well: a sharpened focus on young playwrights is a good thing. “I think what’s become more and more important to people is the idea that in order for the theater to last, especially when we lose so many to film and television, we have to nurture these writers and give them hope,” she said.

Ms. Fiordellisi started her program, which annually matches three playwrights and mentors, to fill a void. “There was this black hole for playwrights between those who were students and those who had been produced in New York,” she said. “That was a niche I thought we could fill.” She found a kindred spirit in the playwright Michael Weller, who helped start the project and has been a mentor every year.

The project is offering “The Woodpecker,” a dark comedy by Samuel Brett Williams, running through next Saturday. “The Young Left” by Greg Keller will follow in April and then Deirdre O’Connor’s “Jailbait” in May.

Since the program began at the Cherry Lane in Greenwich Village, 36 playwrights have taken part. Each gets a reading, a rewrite period with help from a mentor and a stipend of $5,000. Each play is also presented in the smaller of the Cherry Lane’s theaters. The production, Ms. Fiordellisi said, makes the program unusual since many theaters offer only readings to emerging artists.

“It’s important for you as a playwright to get your work up,” said Anne Washburn (“The Internationalist”), whose mentor in 2000 was Craig Lucas. Ms. Washburn is a member of the playwrights’ collective 13P, which has as its motto: “We don’t develop plays. We do them.”

The maxim is “saucy,” she said, but the point is valid: A writer can gain only so much from readings. “You just need it up, and you need it up quick and dirty, and you need it up for a couple of weeks,” Ms. Washburn said. “It’s exciting to see theater that’s done that way.”

Yes, it is.

Politics on Main Street: Anoka, Minnesota, provides a microcosm of what issues really matter in the presidential race.

When John Campisi and Ani Sorenson bought J.O. Donoghue Books in downtown Anoka 18 months ago, they understood the gamble of a new business. But neither foresaw an economy tumbling so quickly that it would become a major issue in the presidential campaign.

For Campisi, a conservative, and Sorenson, a liberal, the evidence is on their shelves: “We are selling fewer books and buying more” from customers trading books for cash, Campisi said.

Along Main Street in Anoka, a condo project and retail developments have stalled. Foreclosures in the northern suburb have soared from 349 during the year of the last presidential election to 1,680 in 2007.

“We’re the 50-yard-line on the economy,” said Tom Gorman, owner of G’s Cafe on Main Street.

Anoka, derived from a Dakota word meaning “on both sides of the river,” is geographically and politically divided. It is one of a dozen metro-area cities that split their vote nearly equally between George Bush and John Kerry in 2004. It’s also likely to be a key political battleground this year.

And how Anoka votes in 2008 could well pivot on what the candidates say on crucial Main Street issues: Jobs. Taxes. Foreclosures. Wages.

And perhaps most important, optimism.

You probably couldn’t get a better representation of Anoka, politically, than the group of guys who gather every morning at a restaurant. On a recent day, there were two Democrats, two Republicans and three independents.

Rather than staunch partisans, Anokans tend to be independent-thinking Minnesotans who are likely to vote for the candidate based on his or her character and ideas.

At least two were likely voting for John McCain. One of the Democrats, Kenneth Bruce Robinson, acknowledged he could probably vote for either Barack Obama or McCain, but leans toward Obama. And Ralph Talbot, a retired Anoka County sheriff, likes Hillary Rodham Clinton because “I’d just like to see a woman be president.”

Despite their political differences, they all agree on one thing: The economy is bad and getting worse, and they all give the current administration poor marks for managing it. They agree that spending for the war in Iraq has had a negative impact on America’s finances.

Yet, they are not hurting too much personally. Dennis Ward, an independent, said he has cut back on hunting and fishing trips because of gas prices, but it’s young people who are feeling the sting most.

For Charlie Sell, a Republican who will probably settle on McCain, taxes are the major difference between the candidates. “I would hope [McCain] would make more tax cuts, or at least keep the Bush tax cut,” he said. Though Sell worries about the impact of the war on the economy, “I haven’t heard any good alternative” to maintain national security.

Down the street at Avant Garden, a coffee shop, the city’s 29-year-old mayor is experiencing the worst times since he was elected at age 23.

“We’re closer to recession than I can remember, if we’re not in one,” said Mayor Bjorn Skogquist. “I hear a lot of business owners talking about how sales are down, there are more foreclosures. A lot of people have made mistakes. They’ve got brand new cars, brand new furniture and –whoa — all of a sudden, there’s not money there to pay for that stuff.

“I’ve never really lived through a time when housing has been really bad,” the mayor continued. “My generation has [been prosperous]. A lot of us don’t know anything different.

“Business people I’ve talked with about the economy say, ‘If we have nothing left to produce, what is left of America?’ I’d like somebody to talk about [whether] we can keep losing jobs to other parts of the world without losing a great quality of life that we’ve known.

“And what about this endless prosperity we’re always being told about and sold? It may be too realistic for a national leader to say, ‘You know what, sometimes you have to go through corrections, bite the bullet.’ I’d like for someone to give us a dose of reality.”

Uncertainty is painful.

It also shows how important issues like what a preacher said in a Chicago pulpit or whether or not there was sniper fire in Bosnia, or an of the other inside baseball stuff really matters.

Doonesbury: Nightlights.

Opus: where the real fakes are.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Go Downtown

What’s doing today in Miami?


10:00AM to 3:00PM

Along Historic Flagler Street

(Entrance on N.E. 2nd Avenue)
Map


That’s where I’ll be. Stop by and take a look. I’ll post some pictures later today.

Update: Here are some photos of the cars that were on display.


1941 Lincoln Zephyr


1970 Ford Mustang


1934 Packard


1966 Chevrolet Corvair


1930 Ford “Woody”


1950 Ford


1956 Chevrolet Bel Air


1930 Ford pick-up – Best of Show (Pre-War)


1955 Willys Jeep wagon – Best of Show (Post-War)


1988 Pontiac – Registration area storage space


The weather was perfect — 80’s and clear — and the turnout of the public was great. And Flagler Street in downtown Miami looks much improved from the first show I attended there in 2002; the street is coming back to life, and we were only too happy to help.

How Old Is That?

Ellen Goodman on the aging process.

It was probably not wise for the 64-year-old Brit Hume to describe the 71-year-old John McCain as having a ”senior moment.” A blip would have been better. Or a gaffe. Or even a dent in the candidate’s ”experience” armor.

But when the traveling senator confused Shiites and Sunnis, when he conflated al-Qaeda with all extremists, the ”senior moment” phrase uttered by the Fox newsman got velcroed to the story of The Man Who Would Be the Oldest President in American History.

Age? Ageism? Or realism? We’ve been holding a heated conversation about race and gender all season. But age has been relegated to a late-night laugh line by the likes of David Letterman, 60, who described McCain as ”the kind of guy who picks up his TV remote when the phone rings.”

The candidate, no slouch in the self-deprecation business, refers to himself as ”old as dirt,” although he travels with his 96-year-old mother as a genetic ambassador. And when a New Hampshire high schooler asked McCain whether he might die in office or get Alzheimer’s, he answered, ”Thank you for the question, you little jerk.”

Nevertheless, it’s worth assessing this senior’s moment in politics. The polls suggest that Americans are more reluctant to vote for a 70-year-old than for an African-American or a woman. Before you attribute this to prejudice, remember that only 24 percent of Americans under 35 think McCain is too old while 40 percent of those over 65 believe it. Do they know something we should know about a man who would be 72 on Inauguration Day and 80 at the end of two terms?

[…]

The subject is as uncomfortable as talking to an aging parent about giving up the car keys. Even the feelings among the experts on the elderly are mixed. On one hand, Laura Carstensen, who heads Stanford’s Center on Longevity, offers the good news that as people get older, their knowledge generally increases as does their ability to regulate emotions. Yet as a voter, she says, ”I see better reason to know about someone’s cognitive health than medical health.”

So, too, Robert Butler, the man who coined the word ”ageism,” says we should think about individual function not age. But he adds, “We do want to be sensible when entrusting the leadership of our country that they’re mentally as well as physically healthy.”

Even the author of that study on the high rate of cognitive impairment talks about a ”gray area.” Duke University’s Brenda Plassman warns that we can diagnose cancer or diabetes with great certainty, but ”there’s no real biomarker for cognitive decline.” Nevertheless, isn’t there information citizens want to have as politicians get their senior moment in the sun? At 60? 70? 80?

I can name many wise elder statesmen from Winston Churchill, prime minister at 80, to Nelson Mandela, who retired at 81. Yet my memory is still good enough to conjure up Ronald Reagan, whose Alzheimer’s disease may well have begun while in office.

Information won’t always make decisions easier. How would we balance the incline of wisdom against the decline of, say, memory? How do we test stress? And if we ask for cognitive tests, what’s next? Genetic tests? But despite these limits, such information matters. I sincerely hope that 70 will be the new 50 before I get there. But for the moment, my favorite line belongs to former Israeli Prime Minister Golda Meir. ”Being 70 is not a sin,” said this septuagenarian. ”It’s not a joke, either.”

Having recently had a close encounter with someone of advanced years — the driver who caused the accident that totaled my car is 84 — I’d say that age and ability should be at least a consideration in choosing a president. It’s a little more complicated than making a left turn on a green light.

¿Me puede oír usted ahora?

From the Miami Herald:

The cellphone on Friday joined the growing list of once-banned items in Cuba, where Raúl Castro’s month-old government has begun lifting decades-old prohibitions on household goods like microwave ovens and computers.

And while most of that merchandise was already available on the black market — and the Cuban government has not taken action toward political reform — the moves could signal the first steps toward economic changes on the island.

Not like it’s a big step towards democracy or anything, but it will at least be an interesting contrast to see somebody driving their 1959 Buick LeSabre through the streets of Havana while nattering away on a cell phone.

Friday, March 28, 2008

The American President

Via TPM, the tag line for John McCain’s first general election ad:

John McCain: The American president Americans have been waiting for.

Yeah, because all the imports have been such dismal failures.

If that isn’t a dog-whistle slap at Barack Obama and his ancestry, then what is it?

Changing Times in Floriduh

A Florida state legislator is pushing through a bill to take the state off Daylight Savings Time because it’s too hard to figure out how to reprogram his microwave oven.

What’s worse: Dusk ruining a late-afternoon round of golf, or figuring out how to change the microwave clock twice a year?

A state senator is sure it’s the latter, so he’s pushing a bill to abolish daylight saving time in Florida.

Saying it puts people through ”unnecessary jet lag” and the annoyance of having to change clocks in the spring and fall, Republican Sen. Bill Posey of Rockledge wants the Sunshine State to join Hawaii and parts of Arizona as DST rebels.

”The whole body gets out of its equilibrium,” Posey said Thursday at a Senate committee on governmental operations, where he is vice chairman.

The group favored the bill 4-1. It faces two more committee votes before the full Senate would take it up; there is no similar legislation in the House.

Sen. Jim King, the lone no vote, believes the extra hour of daylight is worth the aggravation of changing clocks twice a year. The draw of the Sunshine State is, of course, sunshine.

”The other side is the elongated lighted time in the summer months, which is when we entertain most of our visitors,” said King, a Jacksonville Republican. ”It’s a plus that it doesn’t get dark until late.”

[…]

Posey’s idea is for Florida to ”stay off it all the time,” he said. He talked about the hassle of changing clocks, watches and cellphones, about work accidents going up during DST and the effect it has on people’s internal clocks.

I can come up with enough reasons to keep Florida on standard time year-round: we’re far enough south that the length of daylight isn’t that much different between summer and winter, it doesn’t really save that much energy, and we’re far enough west in the Eastern Time zone that it doesn’t matter (Miami is as far west as Pittsburgh, believe it or not) and part of the panhandle is in the Central Time Zone. But declaring in legislation that we’re too stupid to figure out how to set a clock is not the best selling point for the Sunshine State. Besides, my cell phone and computer are smart enough to figure out how to do it all by themselves. That opens the door to all kinds of speculation that your average cell phone is smarter than a member of the Florida State Legislature, but that’s another post.

Time Will Tell

David Brooks tries to reassure us that John McCain won’t pursue the same policies as George W. Bush.

McCain opened his speech with a description of his father leaving home on the day of Pearl Harbor, and then being gone for much of the next four years. He harkened back repeatedly to the accomplishments of the Truman administration.

In so doing, he signaled that the foreign policy debate of the coming months will be very different from the one of the past six years. Anybody who thinks McCain is merely continuing the Bush agenda is not paying attention.

Hey, I paid attention when John McCain said the surge worked…as Baghdad goes under curfew and Mr. McCain himself couldn’t visit the same shopping square he did a year ago — in heavy armor and surrounded by soldiers with machine guns — when he went back this year. I was paying attention to John McCain and his assertion that we’d be in Iraq for 100 years. I was paying attention to his really sucky attempt to rip off the Beach Boys with Bomb, Bomb, Bomb Iran. And I was paying attention when John McCain and the rest of the right wing — including David Brooks — echoed the president’s “stay the course” policy until he said that it had never been “stay the course.”

I also don’t think it’s a really good sales pitch to use “Remember Pearl Harbor” as a campaign slogan; it only reminds the voters that John McCain really does.

Friday Blogaround

It’s been a quiet week here…oh, wait. Anyway, here’s what’s happening in the LC world this week.

A Blog Around The Clock: find your missing elephant.
archy celebrates five years and pays homage to the obvious.
Bark Bark Woof Woof reviews Live from Jordan.
Bloggg: sign up.
Dohiyi Mir sets a record.
Echidne Of The Snakes on the single woman.
Florida Progressive Coalition Blog tells you how to take action.
Iddybud Journal reacts to James Carville.
Left Is Right: how to get that good mortgage.
Lefty Side of the Dial finds out what “twitter” is.
Pen-Elayne on the Web with a blogaround with allergy overtones.
Rook’s Rant: what happened to the FEC?
rubber hose: Al Gore?
Scrutiny Hooligans preps for the siege of North Carolina by Clinton and Obama.
SoonerThought remembers the 4,000.
Speedkill on religion without religion.
Steve Bates, The Yellow Doggerel Democrat comments on the his One Rule.
Stupid Enough Unexplanation: last thoughts on Rev. Wright…
The Invisible Library: slow food.
WTF Is It Now?? Free Don Siegelman.
…You Are A Tree on five years of war.

Spring break starts for some people this week.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

No Broken Bones

The diagnosis is in; all my footbones are still connected to the leg bone and everything is where it should be and intact. My doctor wants me to keep it elevated and avoid putting weight on it until the swelling goes down, and I go back on Tuesday for a follow-up. Let’s hope that’s the end of it.

Question of the Day

I may have asked this before, but it’s been a while, and given the current political climate, it’s time again.

Who or what was the defining moment in forming your current political points of view?

Church versus State on the Ballot

This could get interesting.

Wading into a church-state fight, a powerful Florida tax commission decided Wednesday to ask voters if the state should become the first in the nation to remove constitutional language that clearly prohibits spending public money on religious institutions.

On a 17-7 vote, the Taxation and Budget Reform Commission placed on the November ballot an amendment to replace the state Constitution’s wide-ranging ”no-aid” to religion provision with the following wording: ”Individuals or entities may not be barred from participating in public programs because of religion.”

The issue could attract to the polls both conservative religious voters and civil libertarians during the presidential election year, adding a controversy to a ballot increasingly crowded by the commission’s own tax proposals. Both sides honed the arguments at the commission meeting:

Opponents suggested the change would allow for state-sponsored religious promotion at private institutions.

Supporters said scores of government programs worth hundreds of millions of dollars and run by religious groups are endangered because of a 2004 appeals court ruling that overturned one of the state’s school-voucher programs.

This would overturn Florida’s version of the Blaine amendment that was put in place in the 19th Century when a wave of anti-Catholic sentiment was sweeping the country. (Where was Bill Donohue then?)

For what it’s worth, the law doesn’t mean that schools with religious affiliation don’t get taxpayer money. There is a provision in several Federal entitlement grants — specifically Title V — that gives money for books and supplies to non-public schools, which can include anything from Our Lady of Perpetual Responsibility to The Miami Yeshiva School and Blintz Factory; as long as they meet federal guidelines, they are entitled to the money. But this repeal would be the first time the state got into the business. The biggest question would be how much it will cost the public schools; the money’s got to come from somewhere, and they’re already cutting back funding this session.

The Long March

Does a long primary battle hurt or help the Democrats? Joan Walsh at Salon.com thinks it could actually help them.

I was fascinated by the Washington Post’s Dan Balz’s piece […] suggesting that the contentious, sometimes bitter Democratic primary could actually be good for the party.

Where so many other pundits are wringing their hands and suggesting that the increasingly nasty battle between Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton is only helping John McCain, Balz examines primary turnout and voter registration numbers and finds a silver lining for Democrats: Democratic registration and turnout are at all-time highs in many states. The party’s registration numbers topped 4 million in Pennsylvania for the first time in history, thanks to a push by both candidates in advance of the April 22 primary there. Meanwhile, Republican registration actually dropped by 1 percent, to 3.2 million. A Pew Research Center study found that only 27 percent of voters polled identified themselves as Republicans, a drop of 6 percentage points since 2004, “the lowest GOP identification in 16 years of surveys,” Balz says.

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Balz also notes that the extended primary season means that Democrats will have hired and trained field organizers and identified voters in all 50 states, a huge asset going into November.

To those of us old enough to remember when party conventions were not just studies in foregone conclusions or four-day infomercials for the over-caffeinated wonks like Chris Matthews, and the California primary in June actually meant something, this lengthy process is a return to the actual purpose of the primary season. Having the candidates anointed before Lent may make it easier for the parties to gear up for the general election, but it leaves a lot of people out and turns the remaining primaries into expensive imitations of elections in Cuba: the vote of the people is meaningless. And while the Republicans are chortling with glee over the battle between Clinton and Obama, they’ll still have to formally nominate John McCain and deal with the fact that no matter who the Democrats choose, they still are stuck with him.

Better Late Than Never

The State of Florida has formally apologized for slavery.

The Legislature issued an apology Wednesday for the state’s ”shameful” history in enslaving black people and passing laws that called for savage lashings and even the nailing of their ears to posts for crimes like burglary.

”The Legislature expresses its profound regret for Florida’s role in sanctioning and perpetuating involuntary servitude upon generations of African slaves,” said the resolution, sponsored by black lawmakers.

Democratic Sens. Larcenia Bullard of Miami and Arthenia Joyner of Tampa sobbed during the reading of the resolution and the recounting of the slave codes passed by the Territorial Council in 1822 and struck down in 1868 — three years after the Civil War ended.

”I knew the facts, but to hear it put in those terms, I just fell apart,” Joyner said. Said Bullard: ”I felt a pain that wouldn’t go away.”

After the measure passed on a voice vote without opposition in the Senate, where President Ken Pruitt wanted no discussion or recorded vote, the House did the same. House Speaker Marco Rubio thanked both Pruitt and the black caucus for bringing up the resolution.

The measure stops short of calling for reparations for descendants of slaves, though Republican Gov. Charlie Crist said after the vote that he was open to the idea ”if we can determine descendancy, certainly.”

Well, if they really mean it, then the legislature will give short shrift to this stupid idea, don’t you think?

(HT to Why Now?)

The Real Arab World

I know very little about the Middle East and the Arab world. That’s not surprising; like a lot of people, all I know is what I hear on the news or read in the newspapers, and I have no ancestral connection to any of the people there. So when I was asked if I would like a copy of Live from Jordan by Benjamin Orbach, I was at first hesitant; I was expecting a dry recitation of the history of the region from biblical times and a rehash of talking points from the differing sides.

Nothing could be further from the truth. Ben’s year in the Middle East, told in a series of letters home, is a warm and person-to-person tale of the ordinary lives and trials that the people of Jordan, Syria, Israel, and Egypt go through every day just to make a living and a life. There are no talking points from emissaries or ambassadors here; just a grad student from Pittsburgh with a background in Middle East studies, learning Arabic as he goes (and teaching English to eager students), and finding that underneath all the many differences between the East and the West in so many different ways, we are really a lot more similar in the mundane ways that really matter: we want to live our lives in peace, with dignity and understanding, and we want others to respect our culture and not impose their lives on us. We as Americans expect that as a part of the American dream, and Ben shows us that it’s a universal dream as well.

For someone who knew very little about that world, I found a lot of common ground for understanding. For example, the plight of the Palestinians, people who are exiled from their homeland and are hoping against all hope to have their dreams of a place called Palestine — a place that never really existed — restored to them. In a lot of ways their stories remind me of the stories I hear from the older Cuban exiles here in Miami who have made every attempt they can to preserve what they brought with them when they left fifty years ago and who dream of going back to a place and a life that they left. The sad truth is that nothing is the way it was, and even if by some miracle they could have all they hoped for, there is no guarantee that it would be enough. It’s incredibly tragic and altogether human.

History provided the author with an interesting backdrop. Ben arrived in Jordan a year after the attacks of September 11, 2001, and he left six months after the invasion of Iraq by the United States. The tension and fear in the people in Jordan and Egypt is palpable, and the distrust and animosity towards America — but not Americans — is couched in every conversation. In one letter, he looks at the invasion of Iraq and, writing from 2003, shows remarkable foresight as to what will be the long-term result of our preemptive invasion and occupation of a sovereign nation. But in his tales, which are poignant, funny, and genuinely human, he shows us a world that is in so many ways like our own, with its foundations in religion and faith, distrust of authority, fascination with celebrity glitz, revulsion at material excess and immodesty, and through it all an understanding that we are all human and share far more values than either side is aware of.

If you want to really understand the Middle East, I suppose you can read a lot of history and analysis from think tanks who pay a lot of consultants to put them together. Or you can pick up this book written by an insightful and charming guy who saw the real Arab world from his tiny apartment balcony in Amman, the coffee shops and three-table eateries in Cairo, from the streets of the West Bank, and a barber’s chair in all three places.