The Little Princess & The Big Guy

The Little Princess & The Big Guy

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Poignant and compelling

I took a break from the Real World and went to see a matinee of 'The King's English.' This finely crafted, exquisitely acted movie is one of my all time favorites now. It is a must see movie -- one of the best I've ever seen. I am not a film expert or critic; I simply know what speaks to my sensibilities. This movie, which highlights King George VI of England's speech impediment, and his courageous attempts to correct it, is poignant and moving. It brings British royalty -- anointed by God? -- to a very human level.

It speaks to all of us, and our frailties as humans.

Enjoy!

Friday, December 24, 2010

Silent NIght

Christmas.

I imagine hordes of people flocking to malls and shops, frantically searching for just the right present. At risk of sounding as if I'm spouting cliches, the true gifts of life are health, happiness and the pursuit of freedom. If you're employed, thank the gods of employment. If you're hale, healthy and whole, don't take that for granted.

For those of us who have lost family members and friends, my heart goes out to you. All too well do I know the heartache & heart break of loss.

Merry Christmas.

(Sleep in heavenly peace, Kuro, sleep in heavenly peace.)

Sunday, December 5, 2010

In like a lion

Winter hit yesterday. On the heels of a balmy November, during which we had a 2 week Indian Summer, temperatures dropped and so did snow. I was in Seneca Falls for a seminar today; by the time the class was over, the roads were covered in the white stuff and slippery.

My new Hankook iPikes have great traction. I tried to fish-tail a bit, to get the hang of winter driving. My heavy Volvo wagon with its brandy-new tires (less than 250 miles on 'em) stuck to the road like glue.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Consider this

If you can start the day without caffeine
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains
If you can eat the same food every day and still be grateful for and enjoy it,
If you can find joy in the small things in life
IF you can understand why those you love are too busy to spend time with you,
If you can overlook it when those you love take out their fears and fury on you when something goes wrong even though you had nothing to do with it
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment
If you can face the world without lies and deceit
If you can conquer tension without medical help
If you can relax without liquor and sleep without the aid of drugs
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs and wake up cheerful, happy and ready to go
If you can honestly say that deep in your heart, you have no prejudices against creed, color, religion, politics, gender
Then:
you are almost as good as a dog.

Monday, November 29, 2010

I vote with my feet

I met a guy! A good-looking, intelligent, well-educated, funny, generous, open guy! With a good job! A close (but not stifling) family! Interests of his own!

And then, he tells me this: my siblings and I own a tract of land we leased to the gas people. My oldest brother, Tommy, has lots of connections and we were careful what went into the lease. They won't drill our property. I trusted Tommy, so I let him handle it. As a family, we are environmentalists, however.

O-Keee doe-kee! How can one say "we sold our natural gas rights" and "we're environmentalists" in the same breath? WTF?!

'They won't drill on our property.' So our land will remain pretty and the neighbor's land will sport drilling rigs. I also read: we want the money but we don't want to actually SEE what's being done. We prefer to be ostriches.

Please refer to an earlier post on this blog, for my op ed What the Frack?

On to the next one.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

'Nuff said...

NaNoWriMo is over on the 30th. I tapped out about 25K words, and cut and pasted the rest from material I'd accumulated in the past month or two. So voila! I get to post this:


In the interim, my friend R told me to check out Roy Feinson's book The Secret Universe of Names. The concept is that your name imbues you with characteristics you have as well as the expectations others have of you.

So, I look up Nikka (the name of my beloved Angel Baby Girl): the words posted under 'NK' are 'strong-minded, steadfast, loyal.' Also 'irritable, judgmental, defensive.'

The letter N is alleged to have negative connotations - when added to K, they 'impart cantankerous but ultimately harmless.'
NK's are impervious to criticism, behave without regard to social norms and the expectation of others. Their unique personal styles are unencumbered by self-doubt.

If NK's were animals, they'd be foxes. Like dogs, they can't use brute force to win, but rely on charms and sharp minds to garner resources.

And then there's The White Dog, now a permanent fixture.
Tsuki. The 'ts' combo gives 'bright, good listener & mischievous' as characteristics. Others are procrastinating, unpredictable, sanctimonious. Since she's a dog, two of the three don't rate.

T is a symbol of decisiveness and resolve, but when added to sylphlike sound of S, gives rise to a defiant charm for these cheeky beings who are genuine. They're also vivacious and outgoing.

As for me - not so heartening.

2 N's combined are characterized as loving, inspiring, steady, as well as absent minded, myopic and unfocused. Remember that N is a 'negative' letter. Apparently binding two together makes 2 negatives a positive. Double N's is a manifestation of benign and maternal aspects of human nature.

Add on the sexy, sylph-like S, and think fancy, dance, flounce, elegance.

According to Feinson's text, NN's don't have big personalities. We're non-aggressive and tend to have a small circle of friends. We have highly developed instincts and powers of observation, and love trivia.

Few NN's achieve great heights in our professions. We lack killer instincts and don't need to prove things at work. NN's are drawn to the fields of education and medicine, and excel in endeavors that require patience and sensitivity.

As with most readings, some of this is spot on. Some (most?) of it isn't.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

It's that time...

Yet again, and seemingly in the blink of an eye, we're entering the 'holiday season.' Stores are crammed with Christmas displays and the (not so) subtle hint to buy, buy, buy. Trees, menorahs, wreaths, lights, candles, bulbs for the house. Stocking stuffers and presents for the in-laws and kiddies, siblings, cousins, and whom ever is in your life. No kids, no in-laws, no cousins here. My sibs have everything the could possibly want and more. So I get to be Scrooge.

Goodie.

Last year's presents to The Guy fell flat. Tickets to Grassroots, and I got blown off for a weekend of SCCA racing at Watkins. There's a reason I'm single! And kind of loving it.

This year, the dogs scored The Big Gift. It's early but it's grand. A new front porch/mud room that's nicer than the rest of the house. It's basically a glass box with a dog door that leads into a newly fenced yard. There's even a ramp into their pen. If only I'd have had that for The Big Guy. He would have loved it!

The White Dog is already zooming between 'her' yard, the porch and the house. I hear the 'slap-slap' of the double-flapped dog door as she bursts in from outside. How much easier my life will be now that she can entertain herself by watching cars go by (although there are few of them on this road), guarding the bird feeders from squirrels and chatting with the neighbors when they stroll by.

In keeping with the ho-ho-ho of the season, I also put together a few small gift bags or boxes for neighbors and far-flung friends. It's amazing how much stuff you can pack into flat rate USPS Priority Mail boxes! (Yes, I know the post office is going broke. Blame it on my Christmas gifting.)

The holidays, for me, are about being with the important people in my life, rather than gifts. And the food. I'm definitely in it for the food. I prefer Thanksgiving to Christmas, since there's less stress and forced conviviality with the earlier holiday.

Of course it also harkens the White Man's lies to and subjugation of native Americans. Not great. But probably better than Columbus day, which symbolizes the very beginning of the White Man's invasion of the Americas, and Caucasian domination and annihilation of the true Founding Fathers & Mothers.

However, in the spirit of appreciation of the bounty and good we all have in our lives I give the nod to Thanksgiving.

I'll be heading to my sister's again: my pattern for the past 5 or 6 years. Her husband cooks, and the food is unbelievably good. His son is a trained chef -- what can I say? The son's food is not half as good as his untrained father's cuisine.

Gastric distention, vagal stimulation, here I come!

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Energy

1. also e·lec·tri·cal (-tr-kl) Of, relating to, producing, or operated by electricity: In physics, energy (from Greek ἐνέργεια - energeia, "activity, operation", from ἐνεργός - energos, "active, working"[1]) is a quantity that is often understood as the ability to perform work. This quantity can be assigned to any particle, object, or system of objects as a consequence of its physical state.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Energy

I've been looking at the Honeywell Low Wind Speed turbine as a way of offsetting my electrical costs. As a single, enviro-friendly homeowner, my electrical consumption is pretty low, and this appears to be a way in which I could eliminate my electrical bill. (Actually not, since the power has to be sold back to the energy company at some ridiculously low rate -- but of course! too good to be true that there would be a simple solution.)
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Some of my energy and resources went into 12 hours of continuing education this weekend. Dr. Micheal Dobbins gave a class on 'Nutrition - A to Z.' Except there was so much material, we got through 'A-H.' And I know that we could have spent an entire weekend on each of the slides he showed. How do you start? WHERE do you start? Anywhere. Jump in, that's all any of us can do.

Nutrition is an uncertain science. We're in the dark ages of its development. My mother was way ahead of her time, scoffing at additives and enriched products. Take Wonderbread, enhanced by '14 essential nutrients!' Her comment: 'Why take things out just to add them back? That can't be good for you!' She was right.

The nutrition pendulum swings. I think of Woody Allen's confusion in 'Everything you wanted to know about sex.' In one scene, he heard someone from the future (which is actually NOW) talk about how the experts have found that steak, butter, high fat foods have all been found to be more healthy than margarine and whatever the food fads of those days were. Son of a gun! He was prescient! Margarine and trans fats - bad! Butter - good! Beef (organic) good!

More on this soon. I've got to synthesize and sort through the amazing amount of information provided.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Connectivity

Lately, I've had several people have asked me if I have an IM account. No. Cell phone. Yes, but barely. One of my patients gave me one, and told me I could be on his plan (clearly he has bunches of minutes), but I've used it maybe 6 times since he gave it to me nine or ten months ago.

I don't want to be that connected. That IM thing freaks me out. The thought of people knowing when I'm on line, and messaging me seems kinda creepy. I gather there's an 'invisible' setting, but then, why enroll in an IM service? It feels, to me, as if it's too much of a demand to pay attention to someone else and to hear what's going on in their lives. By that, I mean hear about the minutia of their lives. I'm not interested in the minutia of MY life. Why would I want to hear about the minutia of any one else?

I have a good friend, made recently, who gives me the details of her life, her kids' lives, her kids' friends lives..... at the risk of sounding callous, I don't care. Give me the Reader's Digest Condensed version. Tell me the highlights, lay down an outline. (Every single friggen) Detail is not important. I do care about her, and I do care about her kids. Just spare me every detail, please!

So it amazes me when I'm at the gas station, filling the Volvo, or cruising through Wegmans, looking for my special favorites, or walking to an appointment with a patient, or strolling the halls of school, and I see people glued to their phones.

I don't care what brand of cereal or potato chip you're considering, what the weather is like in San Diego, or Syracuse or Seattle. Just let me be on my own tiny planet, and process my own tiny thoughts.

As I write this, I think 'Jeeez! I sound like a curmudgeon!' I think I am one. In part it's because I worked for 'The Phone Company' and in their international division. This means I was at the beck and call of Europeans or Asians at any given moment of the day or night, including weekends (sometimes different from ours) and holidays (sometimes different from ours). After a decade (PLUS!) of that, one begins to value solitude, and the fact the phone doesn't ring.

In part, it's because I'm of a different generation. I am officially a baby-boomer, although I just snuck in under the wire. As kids we were let loose to roam the neighborhood, allowed (forced?) to entertain ourselves, develop our imaginations, have hours of unscheduled, unformatted time. Exploring, adventuring, imagining were all hallmarks of my childhood. In retrospect, it's a wonder I didn't do myself in accidentally.

In part, it's because I am a solitary soul. Happenstance, history, and histrionics (my own, as well as others) have caused me to seek, and then be at, peace with myself. Now it's easier to fly solo. I can muse and mutter to myself (one reason I have dogs - I don't talk to myself, I talk to them!) laugh at my own jokes, live as neatly or as sloppily as I want, without compromising or having to please someone else.

There is a deep peace in solitude. If one can call being 'alone' truly 'being alone' when 2 dogs are wrestling wildly behind one (as The Little Princess turned hoyden and The White Dog are now).

I often feel like The Little Prince, alone on his very own planet. I spend a lot of time with others - patients, students,neighbors, friends. I do, on occasion, get lonely (although my 4-legged friends do much to alleviate that). All in all, there's a reason I'm single. My friend D said 'you're perfect as you are. An 'arm's length boyfriend' is all you need.'

If even that much!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Moyers on Zinn

Published on Tuesday, November 2, 2010 by CommonDreams.org
Shades of Howard Zinn: It's Okay If It's Impossible

by Bill Moyers

The following remarks were prepared for delivery on October 29, 2010 as part of the Howard Zinn Lecture Series at Boston University:

I was honored when you asked me to join in celebrating Howard Zinn's life and legacy. I was also surprised. I am a journalist, not a historian. The difference between a journalist and an historian is that the historian knows the difference. George Bernard Shaw once complained that journalists are seemingly unable to discriminate between a bicycle accident and the collapse of civilization. In fact, some epic history can start out as a minor incident. A young man named Paris ran off with a beautiful woman who was married to someone else, and the civilization of Troy began to unwind. A middle-aged black seamstress, riding in a Montgomery bus, had tired feet, and an ugly social order began to collapse. A night guard at an office complex in Washington D.C. found masking tape on a doorjamb, and the presidency of Richard Nixon began to unwind. What journalist, writing on deadline, could have imagined the walloping kick that Rosa Park's tired feet would give to Jim Crow? What pundit could have fantasized that a third-rate burglary on a dark night could change the course of politics? The historian's work is to help us disentangle the wreck of the Schwinn from cataclysm. Howard famously helped us see how big change can start with small acts.

We honor his memory. We honor him, for Howard championed grassroots social change and famously chronicled its story as played out over the course of our nation's history. More, those stirring sagas have inspired and continue to inspire countless people to go out and make a difference. The last time we met, I told him that the stories in A People's History of the United States remind me of the fellow who turned the corner just as a big fight broke out down the block. Rushing up to an onlooker he shouted, "Is this a private fight, or can anyone get in it?" For Howard, democracy was one big public fight and everyone should plunge into it. That's the only way, he said, for everyday folks to get justice - by fighting for it.

I have in my desk at home a copy of the commencement address Howard gave at Spelman College in 2005. He was chairman of the history department there when he was fired in 1963 over his involvement in civil rights. He had not been back for 43 years, and he seemed delighted to return for commencement. He spoke poignantly of his friendship with one of his former students, Alice Walker, the daughter of tenant farmers in Georgia who made her way to Spelman and went on to become the famous writer. Howard delighted in quoting one of her first published poems that had touched his own life:
It is true
I've always loved
the daring ones
like the black young man
who tried crash
all barriers
at once,
wanted to swim
at a white/beach (in Alabama)
Nude.

That was Howard Zinn; he loved the daring ones, and was daring himself.

One month before his death he finished his last book, The Bomb. Once again he was wrestling with his experience as a B-17 bombardier during World War II, especially his last mission in 1945 on a raid to take out German garrisons in the French town of Royan. For the first time the Eighth Air Force used napalm, which burst into liquid fire on the ground, killing hundreds of civilians. He wrote, "I remember distinctly seeing the bombs explode in the town, flaring like matches struck in the fog. I was completely unaware of the human chaos below." Twenty years later he returned to Royan to study the effects of the raid and concluded there had been no military necessity for the bombing; everyone knew the war was almost over (it ended three weeks later) and this attack did nothing to affect the outcome. His grief over having been a cog in a deadly machine no doubt confirmed his belief in small acts of rebellion, which mean, as Howard writes in the final words of the book, "acting on what we feel and think, here, now, for human flesh and sense, against the abstractions of duty and obedience."

His friend and long-time colleague writes in the foreword that "Shifting historical focus from the wealthy and powerful to the ordinary person was perhaps his greatest act of rebellion and incitement." It seems he never forget the experience of growing up in a working class neighborhood in New York. In that spirit, let's begin with some everyday people.
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When she heard the news, Connie Brasel cried like a baby.

For years she had worked at minimum-wage jobs, until 17 years ago, when she was hired by the Whirlpool refrigerator factory in Evansville, Indiana. She was making $ 18.44 an hour when Whirlpool announced earlier this year that it was closing the operation and moving it to Mexico. She wept. I'm sure many of the other eleven hundred workers who lost their jobs wept too; they had seen their ticket to the middle class snatched from their hands. The company defended its decision by claiming high costs, underused capacity, and the need to stay competitive. Those excuses didn't console Connie Brasel. "I was becoming part of something bigger than me," she told Steven Greenhouse of the New York Times. "Whirlpool was the best thing that ever happened to me."

She was not only sad, she was mad. "They didn't get world-class quality because they had the best managers. They got world-class quality because of the United States and because of their workers."

Among those workers were Natalie Ford, her husband and her son; all three lost their jobs. "It's devastating," she told the Times. Her father had worked at Whirlpool before them. Now, "There aren't any jobs here. How is this community going to survive?"

And what about the country? Between 2001 and 2008, about 40,000 US manufacturing plants closed. Six million factory jobs have disappeared over the past dozen years, representing one in three manufacturing jobs. Natalie Ford said to the Times what many of us are wondering: "I don't know how without any good-paying jobs here in the United States people are going to pay for their health care, put their children through school."

Now, if Connie Brasel and Natalie Ford lived in South Carolina, they might have been lucky enough to get a job with the new BMW plant that recently opened there and advertised that the company would hire one thousand workers. Among the applicants? According to the Washington Post; "a former manager of a major distribution center for Target; a consultant who oversaw construction projects in four western states; a supervisor at a plastics recycling firm. Some held college degrees and resumes in other fields where they made more money." They will be paid $15 an hour - about half of what BMW workers earn in Germany

In polite circles, among our political and financial classes, this is known as "the free market at work." No, it's "wage repression," and it's been happening in our country since around 1980. I must invoke some statistics here, knowing that statistics can glaze the eyes; but if indeed it's the mark of a truly educated person to be deeply moved by statistics, as I once read, surely this truly educated audience will be moved by the recent analysis of tax data by the economists Thomas Piketty and Emmanuel Saez. They found that from 1950 through 1980, the share of all income in America going to everyone but the rich increased from 64 percent to 65 percent. Because the nation's economy was growing handsomely, the average income for 9 out of l0 Americans was growing, too - from $17,719 to $30,941. That's a 75 percent increase in income in constant 2008 dollars.

But then it stopped. Since 1980 the economy has also continued to grow handsomely, but only a fraction at the top have benefited. The line flattens for the bottom 90% of Americans. Average income went from that $30,941 in 1980 to $31,244 in 2008. Think about that: the average income of Americans increased just $303 dollars in 28 years.

That's wage repression.

Another story in the Times caught my eye a few weeks the one about Connie Brasel and Natalie Ford. The headline read: "Industries Find Surging Profits in Deeper Cuts." Nelson Schwartz reported that despite falling motorcycle sales, Harley-Davidson profits are soaring - with a second quarter profit of $71 million, more than triple what it earned the previous year. Yet Harley-Davidson has announced plans to cut fourteen hundred to sixteen hundred more jobs by the end of next year; this on top of the 2000 job cut last year.

The story note: "This seeming contradiction - falling sales and rising profits - is one reason the mood on Wall Street is so much more buoyant than in households, where pessimism runs deep and unemployment shows few signs of easing."

There you see the two Americas. A buoyant Wall Street; a doleful Main Street. The Connie Brasels and Natalie Fords - left to sink or swim on their own. There were no bailouts for them.

Meanwhile, Matt Krantz reports in USA TODAY that "Cash is gushing into company's coffers as they report what's shaping up to be a third-consecutive quarter of sharp earning increases. But instead of spending on the typical things, such as expanding and hiring people, companies are mostly pocketing the money or stuffing it under their mattresses." And what are their plans for this money? Again, the Washington Post:

... Sitting on these unprecedented levels of cash, U.S. companies are buying back their own stock in droves. So far this year, firms have announced they will purchase $273 billion of their own shares, more than five times as much compared with this time last year... But the rise in buybacks signals that many companies are still hesitant [1] to spend their cash on the job-generating activities that could produce economic growth.

That's how financial capitalism works today: Conserving cash rather than bolstering hiring and production; investing in their own shares to prop up their share prices and make their stock more attractive to Wall Street. To hell with everyone else.

Hear the chief economist at Bank of America-Merrill Lynch, Ethan Harris, who told the Times: "There's no question that there is an income shift going on in the economy. Companies are squeezing their labor costs to build profits."

Or the chief economist for Credit Suisse in New York, Neal Soss. As companies have wrung more savings out of their work forces, causing wages and salaries barely to budge from recession lows, "profits have staged a vigorous recovery, jumping 40 percent between late 2008 and the first quarter of 2010."

Just this morning the New York Times reports that the private equity business is roaring back: "While it remains difficult to get a mortgage to buy a home or to get a loan to fund a small business, yield-starved investors are creating a robust market for corporate bonds and loans."

If this were a functioning democracy, our financial institutions would be helping everyday Americans and businesses get the mortgages and loans - the capital - they need to keep going; they're not, even as the financiers are reaping robust awards.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. But he's run off with all the toys.

Late in August I clipped another story from the Wall Street Journal. Above an op-ed piece by Robert Frank the headline asked: "Do the Rich Need the Rest of America?" The author didn't seem ambivalent about the answer. He wrote that as stocks have boomed, "the wealthy bounced back. And while the Main Street economy" [where the Connie Brasels and Natalie Fords and most Americans live] "was wracked by high unemployment and the real-estate crash, the wealthy - whose financial fates were more tied to capital markets than jobs and houses - picked themselves up, brushed themselves off, and started buying luxury goods again."

Citing the work of Michael Lind, at the Economic Growth Program of the New American Foundation, the article went on to describe how the super-rich earn their fortunes with overseas labor, selling to overseas consumers and managing financial transactions that have little to do with the rest of America, "while relying entirely or almost entirely on immigrant servants at one of several homes around the country."

Right at that point I remembered another story that I had filed away three years ago, also from the Wall Street Journal. The reporter Ianthe Jeanne Dugan described how the private equity firm Blackstone Group swooped down on a travel reservation company in Colorado, bought it, laid off 841 employees, and recouped its entire investment in just seven months, one of the quickest returns on capital ever for such a deal. Blackstone made a killing while those workers were left to sift through the debris. They sold their homes, took part-time jobs making sandwiches and coffee, and lost their health insurance.

That fall, Blackstone's chief executive, Stephen Schwarzman, reportedly worth over $5 billion, rented a luxurious resort in Jamaica to celebrate the marriage of his son. According to the Guardian News, the Montego Bay facility alone cost $50,000, plus thousands more to sleep 130 guests. There were drinks on the beach, dancers and a steel band, marshmallows around the fire, and then, the following day, an opulent wedding banquet with champagne and a jazz band and fireworks display that alone cost $12,500. Earlier in the year Schwarzman had rented out the Park Avenue Armory in New York (near his 35-room apartment) to celebrate his 60th birthday at a cost of $3 million. So? It's his money, isn't it? Yes, but consider this: The stratospheric income of private-equity partners is taxed at only 15 percent - less than the rate paid, say, by a middle class family. When Congress considered raising the rate on their Midas-like compensation, the financial titans flooded Washington with armed mercenaries - armed, that is, with hard, cold cash -- and brought the "debate" to an end faster than it had taken Schwartzman to fire 841 workers. The financial class had won another round in the exploitation of working people who, if they are lucky enough to have jobs, are paying a higher tax rate than the super-rich.

So the answer to the question: "Do the Rich Need the Rest of America?" is as stark as it is ominous: Many don't. As they form their own financial culture increasingly separated from the fate of everyone else, it is hardly surprising, Frank and Lind concluded, " that so many of them should be so hostile to paying taxes to support the infrastructure and the social programs that help the majority of the American people."

You would think the rich might care, if not from empathy, then from reading history. Ultimately gross inequality can be fatal to civilization. In his book Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed [2], the Pulitzer Prize-winning anthropologist Jared Diamond writes about how governing elites throughout history isolate and delude themselves until it is too late. He reminds us that the change people inflict on their environment is one of the main factors in the decline of earlier societies. For example: the Mayan natives on the Yucatan peninsula who suffered as their forest disappeared, their soil eroded, and their water supply deteriorated. Chronic warfare further exhausted dwindling resources. Although Mayan kings could see their forests vanishing and their hills eroding, they were able to insulate themselves from the rest of society. By extracting wealth from commoners, they could remain well-fed while everyone else was slowly starving. Realizing too late that they could not reverse their deteriorating environment, they became casualties of their own privilege. Any society contains a built-in blueprint for failure, Diamond warns, if elites insulate themselves from the consequences of their decisions, separated from the common life of the country.

Yet the isolation continues - and is celebrated. When Howard came down to New York last December for what would be my last interview with him, I showed him this document published in the spring of 2005 by the Wall Street giant Citigroup, setting forth an "Equity Strategy" under the title (I'm not making this up) "Revisiting Plutonomy: The Rich Getting Richer [3] (pdf)."

Now, most people know what plutocracy is: the rule of the rich, political power controlled by the wealthy. Plutocracy is not an American word and wasn't meant to become an American phenomenon - some of our founders deplored what they called "the veneration of wealth." But plutocracy is here, and a pumped up Citigroup even boasted of coining a variation on the word- "plutonomy", which describes an economic system where the privileged few make sure the rich get richer and that government helps them do it. Five years ago Citigroup decided the time had come to "bang the drum on plutonomy."

And bang they did. Here are some excerpts from the document "Revisiting Plutonomy;"

"Asset booms, a rising profit share and favorable treatment by market-friendly governments have allowed the rich to prosper... [and] take an increasing share of income and wealth over the last 20 years."

"...the top 10%, particularly the top 1% of the United States - the plutonomists in our parlance - have benefited disproportionately from the recent productivity surged in the US... [and] from globalization and the productivity boom, at the relative expense of labor."

"... [and they] are likely to get even wealthier in the coming years. Because the dynamics of plutonomy are still intact."

I'll repeat that: "The dynamics of plutonomy are still intact." That was the case before the Great Collapse of 2008, and it's the case today, two years after the catastrophe. But the plutonomists are doing just fine. Even better in some cases, thanks to our bailout of the big banks.

As for the rest of the country: Listen to this summary in The Economist - no Marxist journal -- of a study by Pew Research:

More than half of all workers today have experienced a spell of unemployment, taken a cut in pay or hours or been forced to go part-time. The typical unemployed worker has been jobless for nearly six months. Collapsing share and house prices have destroyed a fifth of the wealth of the average household. Nearly six in ten Americans have canceled or cut back on holidays. About a fifth say their mortgages are underwater. One in four of those between 18 and 29 have moved back in with their parents. Fewer than half of all adults expect their children to have a higher standard of living than theirs, and more than a quarter say it will be lower. For many Americans the great recession has been the sharpest trauma since The Second World War, wiping out jobs, wealth and hope itself.

Let that sink in: For millions of garden-variety Americans, the audacity of hope has been replaced by a paucity of hope.

Time for a confession. The legendary correspondent Edward R. Murrow told his generation of journalists that bias is okay as long as you don't try to hide it. Here is mine: Plutocracy and democracy don't mix. Plutocracy too long tolerated leaves democracy on the auction block, subject to the highest bidder.

Socrates said to understand a thing, you must first name it. The name for what's happening to our political system is corruption - a deep, systemic corruption. I urge you to seek out the recent edition of Harper's Magazine. The former editor Roger D. Hodge brilliantly dissects how democracy has gone on sale in America. Ideally, he writes, our ballots purport to be expressions of political will, which we hope and pray will be translated into legislative and executive action by our pretended representatives. But voting is the beginning of civil virtue, not its end, and the focus of real power is elsewhere. Voters still "matter" of course, but only as raw material to be shaped by the actual form of political influence - money.

The article is excerpted from Hodge's new book, The Mendacity of Hope [4]. In it he describes how America's founding generation especially feared the kind of corruption that occurs when the private ends of a narrow faction succeed in capturing the engines of government. James Madison and many of his contemporaries knew this kind of corruption could consume the republic. Looking at history a tragic lens, they thought the life cycle of republics - their degeneration into anarchy, monarchy, or oligarchy -- was inescapable. And they attempted to erect safeguards against it, hoping to prevent private and narrow personal interests from overriding those of the general public.

They failed. Hardly a century passed after the ringing propositions of 1776 than America was engulfed in the gross materialism and political corruption of the First Gilded Age, when Big Money bought the government right out from under the voters. In their magisterial work on The Growth of the American Republic [5], the historians Morrison, Commager, and Leuchtenberg describe how in that era "privilege controlled politics," and "the purchase of votes, the corruption of election officials, the bribing of legislatures, the lobbying of special bills, and the flagrant disregard of laws" threatened the very foundations of the country.

I doubt you'll be surprised to learn that this "degenerate and unlovely age" - as one historian described it -- served to inspire Karl Rove, the man said to be George W. Bush's brain and now a mover and shaker of the money tree for the corporate-conservative complex (more on that, later.) The extraordinary coupling of private and political power toward the close of the 19th century - the First Gilded Age - captured Rove's interest, especially the role of Mark Hanna, the Ohio operative who became the first modern political fund-raiser. (David von Drehle wrote ("Washington Post, July 24, 1999) that "as a tenacious student of political history, Rove had dug so deeply into the McKinley era that he had become "the swami of McKinley mania." Rove denied it to the writer Ron Susskind, who then went on to talk to old colleagues of Rove "dating back 25 years, one of whom said: "Some kids want to grow up to be president, Karl wanted to grow up to be Mark Hanna. We'd talk about it all the time. We'd say, ‘Jesus,Karl, what kind of kid wants to grow up to be Mark Hanna?"

"There are two things that are important in politics," Hanna said. "The first is money and I can't remember what the second one is." He had become rich as a business man in Ohio, "the characteristic American capitalist of the Gilded Age" (Columbia Encyclopedia). He was famously depicted by one cartoonist as "Dollar Mark," the prototype of plutocracy. Hanna tapped the banks, the insurance companies, the railroads and the other industrial trusts of the late 1800s for all the money it took to make William McKinley governor of Ohio and then President of the United States. McKinley was the perfect conduit for Hanna's connivance and their largesse--one of those politicians with a talent for emitting banalities as though they were recently discovered truth. Hanna raised "an unprecedented amount of money [the biggest check came from the oil baron John Rockefeller) and ran a sophisticated, hardball campaign that got McKinley to the White House, "where he governed negligently in the interests of big business," wrote Jacob Weisberg in "Slate" (November 2, 2005) His opponent in the l896 election was the Democrat-Populist candidate, William Jennings Bryan, whose base consisted of aroused populists - the remnant of the People's Party - who were outraged at the rapacity and shenanigans of the monopolies, trusts, and corporations that were running roughshod over ordinary Americans. Because Bryan threatened those big economic interests he was able to raise only one-tenth the money that Mark Hanna raised for McKinley, and he lost: Money in politics is an old story.

Karl Rove would have learned from his study of Hanna the principles of plutonomy. For Hanna believed "the state of Ohio existed for property. It had no other function...Great wealth was to be gained through monopoly, through using the State for private ends; it was axiomatic therefore that businessmen should run the government and run it for personal profit."

He and McKinley therefore saw to it that first Ohio and then Washington were "ruled by business...by bankers, railroads, and public utility corporations." The United States Senate was infamous as "a millionaire's club." City halls, state houses and even courtrooms were bought and sold like baubles. Instead of enforcing the rules of fair play, government served as valet to the plutocrats. The young journalist Henry George had written that "an immense wedge" was being forced through American society by "the maldistribution of wealth, status, and opportunity." Now inequality exploded into what the historian Clinton Rossiter described as "the great train robbery of American intellectual history." Conservatives of the day - pro-corporate apologists - hijacked the vocabulary of Jeffersonian liberalism and turned words like "progress," "opportunity," and "individualism" into tools for making the plunder of America sound like divine right. Laissez faire ideologues and neo-cons of the day - lovers of empire even then - hijacked Charles Darwin's theory of evolution and so distorted it that politicians, judges, and publicists gleefully embraced the notion that progress emerges from the elimination of the weak and the "survival of the fittest." As one of the plutocrats crowed: "We are rich. We own America. We got it, God knows how, but we intend to keep it."

And they have never given up. The Gilded Age returned with a vengeance in our time. . It slipped in quietly at first, back in the early 1980s, when Ronald Reagan began a "massive decades-long transfer of national wealth to the rich." As Roger Hodge makes clear, under Bill Clinton the transfer was even more dramatic, as the top 10 percent captured an ever-growing share of national income. The trend continued under George W. Bush - those huge tax cuts for the rich, remember, which are now about to be extended because both parties have been bought off by the wealthy -- and by 2007 the wealthiest 10% of Americans were taking in 50?% of the national income. Today, a fraction of people at the top today earn more than the bottom 120 million Americans.

You will hear it said, "Come on, this is the way the world works." No, it's the way the world is made to work. This vast inequality is not the result of Adam Smith's invisible hand; it did not just happen; it was no accident. As Hodge drives home, it is the result of a long series of policy decisions "about industry and trade, taxation and military spending, by flesh-and-blood humans sitting in concrete-and-steel buildings." And those policy decisions were paid for by the less than one percent who participate in our capitalist democracy political contributions. Over the past 30 years, with the complicity of Republicans and Democrats alike, the plutocrats, or plutonomists (choose your own poison) have used their vastly increased wealth to assure that government does their bidding. Remember that grateful Citigroup reference to "market-friendly governments" on the side of plutonomy? We had a story down in Texas for that sort of thing; the dealer in a poker game says to the dealer, "Now play the cards fairly, Reuben; I know what I dealt you." (To see just how our system was rigged by the financial, political, and university elites, run, don't walk, to the theater nearest you showing Charles Ferguson's new film, "Inside Job [6]." Take a handkerchief because you'll weep for the republic.)

Looking back, it all seems so clear that we wonder how we could have ignored the warning signs at the time. One of the few journalists who did see it coming - Thomas Edsall of the Washington Post - reported that "business refined its ability to act as a class, submerging competitive instincts in favor of joint, cooperative action in the legislative arena." Big business political action committees flooded the political arena with a deluge of dollars. They funded think tanks that churned out study after study with results skewed to their ideology and interests. And their political allies in the conservative movement cleverly built alliances with the religious right - Jerry Falwell's Moral Majority and Pat Robertson's Christian Coalition - who zealously waged a cultural holy war that camouflaged the economic assault on working people and the middle class.

Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan also tried to warn us. He said President Reagan's real strategy was to force the government to cut domestic social programs by fostering federal deficits of historic dimensions. Senator Moynihan was gone before the financial catastrophe on George W. Bush's watch that paradoxically could yet fulfill Reagan's dream. The plutocrats who soaked up all the money now say the deficits require putting Social Security and other public services on the chopping block. You might think that Mr. Bush today would regret having invaded Iraq on false pretenses at a cost of more than a trillion dollars and counting, but no, just last week he said that his biggest regret was his failure to privatize Social Security. With over l00 Republicans of the House having signed a pledge to do just that when the new Congress convenes, Mr. Bush's vision may yet be realized.

Daniel Altman also saw what was coming. In his book Neoconomy [7] he described a place without taxes or a social safety net, where rich and poor live in different financial worlds. "It's coming to America," he wrote. Most likely he would not have been surprised recently when firefighters in rural Tennessee would let a home burn to the ground because the homeowner hadn't paid a $75 fee.

That's what is coming to America.

***

Here we are now, on the verge of the biggest commercial transaction in the history of American elections. Once again the plutocracy is buying off the system. Nearly $4 billion is being spent on the congressional races that will be decided next week, including multi millions coming from independent tax-exempt organizations that can collect unlimited amounts without revealing the sources. The organization Public Citizen reports that just l0 groups are responsible for the bulk of the spending by independent groups: "A tiny number of organizations, relying on a tiny number of corporate and fat cat contributors, are spending most of the money on the vicious attack ads dominating the airwaves" - those are the words of Public Citizen's president, Robert Weissman. The Federal Election Commission says that two years ago 97% of groups paying for election ads disclosed the names of their donors. This year it's only 32%.

Socrates again: To remember a thing, you must first name it. We're talking about slush funds. Donors are laundering their cash through front groups with high-falutin' names like American Crossroads. That's one of the two slush funds controlled by Karl Rove in his ambition to revive the era of the robber barons. Promise me you won't laugh when I tell you that although Rove and the powerful Washington lobbyist who is his accomplice described the first organization as "grassroots", 97% of its initial contributions came from four billionaires. Yes: The grass grows mighty high when the roots are fertilized with gold.

Rove, other conservative groups and the Chamber of Commerce have in fact created a "shadow party" determined to be the real power in Washington just like Rome's Opus Dei in Dan Brown's "The DaVinci Code." In this shadow party the plutocrats reign. We have reached what the new chairman of Common Cause and former Labor Secretary Robert Reich calls "the perfect storm that threatens American democracy: an unprecedented concentration of income and wealth at the top; a record amount of secret money, flooding our democracy; and a public becoming increasingly angry and cynical about a government that's raising its taxes, reducing its services, and unable to get it back to work. We're losing our democracy to a different system. It's called plutocracy."

That word again. But Reich is right. That fraction of one percent of Americans who now earn as much as the bottom 120 million Americans includes the top executives of giant corporations and those Wall Street hedge funds and private equity managers who constitute Citigroup's "plutonomy" are buying our democracy and they're doing it in secret.

That's because early this year the five reactionary members of the Supreme Court ruled that corporations are "persons" with the right to speak during elections by funding ads like those now flooding the airwaves. It was the work of legal fabulists. Corporations are not people; they are legal fictions, creatures of the state, born not of the womb, not of flesh and blood. They're not permitted to vote. They don't bear arms (except for the nuclear bombs they can now drop on a congressional race without anyone knowing where it came from.) Yet thanks to five activist conservative judges they have the privilege of "personhood" to "speak" - and not in their own voice, mind you, but as ventriloquists, through hired puppets.

Does anyone really think that's what the authors of the First Amendment had in mind? Horrified by such a profound perversion, the editor of the spunky Texas Observer, Bob Moser, got it right with his headline: "So long, Democracy, it's been good to know you."

You'll recall that soon after the Court's decision President Obama raised the matter during his State of the Union speech in January. He said the decision would unleash a torrent of corrupting corporate money into our political system. Sitting a few feet in front of the president, Associate Justice Samuel Alito defiantly mouthed the words: "Not true."

Not true? Terry Forcht knew otherwise. He's the wealthy nursing home executive in Kentucky one of whose establishments is being prosecuted by Attorney General Jack Conway for allegedly covering up sexual abuse. Conway is running for the Senate. Forcht has spent more than $l million to defeat him. Would you believe that Forcht is the banker for one of Karl Rove's two slush funds, American Crossroads, which has spent nearly $30 million to defeat Democrats.

What's that, Justice Alito? Not true?

Ask Alan Grayson. He's a member of Congress. Here's what he says: "We're now in a situation where a lobbyist can walk into my office...and say, "I've got five million dollars to spend and I can spend it for you or against it." Rove's slush funds, American Crossroads It was a Alito was either disingenuous, naïve, or deluded. He can't be in this world without knowing he and his four fellow corporatists were giving big donors the one thing they most want in their campaign against working people: an unfair advantage.

Alan Grayson, for one, got it. He's a member of Congress and knows how the world is made to work. He recently said: "We're now in a situation where a lobbyist can walk into my office...and say, "I've got five million dollars to spend and I can spend it for you or against you. Which do you prefer?"

My friend and colleague, the writer Michael Winship,told a story this week that illuminates the Court's coup de grace against democracy. It seems the incorrigible George Bernard Shaw once propositioned a fellow dinner guest, asking if she would go to bed with him for a million pounds (today around $1,580,178 US dollars). She agreed. Shaw then asked if she would do the same for ten shillings. "What do you take me for?" she asked angrily. "A prostitute?" Shaw responded: "We've established the principle, Madam. Now we're just haggling over the price."

With this one decision, the Supreme Court established once and for all that Shaw's is the only principle left in politics, as long as the price is right.

Come now and let's visit Washington's red light district, headquarters of the U.S. Chamber of Commerce, the front group for the plutocracy's prostitution of politics. The Chamber boasts it represents more than three million businesses and approximately 300,000 members. But in reality it has almost nothing to do with the shops and stores along your local streets. The Chamber's branding, as the economics journalist Zach Carter recently wrote, "allows them to disguise their political agenda as a coalition of local businesses while it does dirty work for corporate titans." Carter reported that when the Supreme Court came down with its infamous ruling earlier this year, the Chamber responded by announcing a 40% boost in its political spending operations. After the money started flowing in, the Chamber boosted its budget again by 50%.

After digging into corporate foundation tax filings and other public records, the New York Times found that the Chamber of Commerce has "increasingly relied on a relatively small collection of big corporate donors" - the plutocracy's senior ranks - "to finance much of its legislative and political agenda." Furthermore, the chamber "makes no apologies for its policy of not identifying its donors." Indeed, "It has vigorously opposed legislation in Congress that would require groups like it to identify their biggest contributors when they spend money on campaign ads."

Now let's connect some dots. While knocking down nearly all limits on corporate spending in campaigns, the Supreme Court did allow for disclosure, which would at least tell us who's buying off the government. Senate Republican Leader Mitch McConnell even claimed that "sunshine" laws would make everything okay. But after the House of Representatives passed a bill that would require that the names of all such donors be publicly disclosed, McConnell lined up every Republican in the Senate to oppose it. Hardly had the public begun to sing "Let the Sunshine In" than McConnell & Company went tone deaf. And when the chief lobbyist for the Chamber of Commerce was asked by an interviewer, "Are you guys eventually going to disclose?" the answer was a brisk: "No." Why? Because those corporations are afraid of a public backlash. Like bank robbers pulling a heist, they prefer to hide their "personhood" behind sock masks. Surely that tells us something about the nature of what they're doing. In the words of one of the characters in Tom Stoppard's play Night and Day: "People do terrible things to each other, but it's worse in places where everything is kept in the dark."

That's true in politics, too. Thus it turns out that many of the ads being paid for secretly by anonymous donors are "false, grossly misleading, or marred with distortions," as Greg Sargent reports in his website "The Plum Line." Go to Sargent's site [8] and you'll see a partial list of ads that illustrate the scope of the intellectual and political fraud being perpetrated in front of our eyes. Money from secret sources is poisoning the public mind with toxic information in order to dupe voters into giving even more power to the powerful.

On another site -"thinkprogress.com [9]" - you can find out how the multibillionaire Koch brothers - also big oil polluters and Tea Party supporters - are recruiting "captains of industry" to fund the right-wing infrastructure of front groups, political campaigns, think tanks and media outlets. Now, hold on to your seats, because this can blow away the faint-hearted: Among the right-wing luminaries who showed up among Koch's ‘secretive network of Republican donors' are two Supreme Court Justices: Antonin Scalia and Clarence Thomas. That's right: 2 of the 5 votes to enable the final corporate takeover of government came from justices who were present as members of the plutocracy hatched their schemes for doing so.

Something else is going on here, too. The Koch brothers have contributed significantly to efforts to stop the Affordable Care Act - the health care reforms - from taking effect. Justice Clarence Thomas has obviously been doing some home schooling, because his wife Virginia claims those reforms are "unconstitutional," and has founded an organization that is fighting to repeal them. Her own husband on the Supreme Court may one day be ruling on whether she's right or not ("Play the cards fair, Reuben; I know what I dealt you.") There's more: The organization Virginia Thomas founded to kill those health care reforms -- also a goal of the Koch brothers, remember -- got its start with a gift of half a million dollars from an unnamed source, and is still being funded by donors who can't be traced. You have to wonder if some of them are corporations that stand to benefit from favorable decisions by the Supreme Court. Now guess the name of the one Supreme Court justice who voted against the disclosure provision. I'm not telling, but Mrs. Thomas can tell you - if, that is, she's willing to share the pillow talk.

This truly puzzles me. It's what I can't figure out about the conservative mindset. The Kochs I can understand: messianic Daddy Warbucks who can't imagine what life is like for people who aren't worth 21 billion dollars. But whatever happened to "compassionate conservatism?" The Affordable Care Act - whatever its flaws - extends health care coverage to ver 40 million deprived Americans who would otherwise be uncovered. What is it about these people - the Thomases, the secret donors, the privileged plutocrats on their side - that they can't embrace a little social justice where it counts - among everyday people struggling to get by in a dog-eat-dog world? Health care coverage could mean the difference between life and death for them. Mrs. Thomas is obviously doing okay; she no doubts takes at least a modest salary from that private slush fund working to undermine the health care reforms; her own husband is a government employee covered by a federal plan. Why wouldn't she want people less fortunate than her to have a little security, too? She headquarters her organization at Jerry Falwell's Liberty University, a reportedly Christian school aligned with the Moral Majority. How is it she's only about "Live and Let Live?" Have they never heard there the Old Time Religion of "Live and help live?" Why would this cushioned, comfortable crowd, pious crowd resort to such despicable tactics as using secret money to try to turn public policy against their less fortunate neighbors, and in the process compromise the already tattered integrity of the United States Supreme Court?

I don't get it.

You be the judge (Because if you don't, Justice Thomas will.)
Time to close the circle: Everyone knows millions of Americans are in trouble. As Robert Reich recently summed it the state of working people: They've lost their jobs, their homes, and their savings. Their grown children have moved back in with them. Their state and local taxes are rising. Teachers and firefighters are being laid off. The roads and bridges they count on are crumbling, pipelines are leaking, schools are dilapidated, and public libraries are being shut.

Why isn't government working for them? Because it's been bought off. It's as simple as that. And until we get clean money we're not going to get clean elections, and until we get clean elections, you can kiss goodbye government of, by, and for the people. Welcome to the plutocracy.

Obviously Howard Zinn would not have us leave it there. Defeat was never his counsel. Look at this headline above one of his essays published posthumously this fall by the Progressive magazine: DON'T DESPAIR ABOUT THE SUPREME COURT. The Court was lost long ago, he said - don't go there looking for justice. "The Constitution gave no rights to working people; no right to work less than l2 hours a day, no right to a living wage, no right to safe working conditions. Workers had to organize, go on strike, defy the law, the courts, the police, create a great movement which won the eight-hour day, and caused such commotion that Congress was forced to pass a minimum wage law, and Social Security, and unemployment insurance....Those rights only come alive when citizens organize, protest, demonstrate, strike, boycott, rebel and violate the law in order to uphold justice."

So what are we to do about Big Money in politics buying off democracy? I can almost hear him throwing that question back at us: "What are we to do? ORGANIZE! Yes, organize-and don't count the costs." Some people already are. They're mobilizing. There's a rumbling in the land. All across the spectrum people oppose the escalating power of money in politics. Fed-up Democrats. Disillusioned Republicans. Independents. Greens. Even Tea Partiers, once they wake up to realize they have been sucker-punched by their bankrollers who have no intention of sharing the wealth.

Veteran public interest groups like Common Cause and Public Citizen are aroused. There are the rising voices, from web-based initiatives such as "freespeechforpeople.org" to grassroots initiatives such as "Democracy Matters" on campuses across the country, including a chapter here at Boston University. "Moveon.org" is looking for a million people to fight back in a many-pronged strategy to counter the Supreme Court decision.

What's promising in all this is that in taking on Big Money we're talking about something more than a single issue. We're talking about a broad-based coalition to restore American democracy - one that is trying to be smart about the nuts-and-bolts of building a coalition, remembering that it has a lot to do with human nature. Some will want to march. Some will want to petition. Some will want to engage through the web. Some will want to go door-to-door: many gifts, but the same spirit. A fighting spirit. As Howard Zinn would tell us: No fight, no fun, no results.

But here's the key: If you're fighting for a living wage, or peace, or immigration reform, or gender equality, or the environment, or a safe neighborhood, you are, of necessity, strongly opposed to a handful of moneyed-interests controlling how decisions get made and policy set. Because most Americans are attuned to principle of fair play, of not favoring Big Money at the expense of the little guy - at the expense of the country they love. The legendary community organizer Ernesto Cortes talks about the "power to preserve what we value." That's what we want for Americans - the power to preserve what we value, both for ourselves and on behalf of our democracy.

But let's be clear: Even with most Americans on our side, the odds are long. We learned long ago that power and privilege never give up anything without a struggle. Money fights hard, and it fights dirty. Think Rove. The Chamber. The Kochs. We may lose. It all may be impossible. But it's OK if it's impossible. Hear the former farmworker and labor organizer Baldemar Velasquez on this. The members of his Farm Labor Organizing Committee are a long way from the world of K Street lobbyists. But they took on the Campbell Soup Company - and won. They took on North Carolina growers - and won, using transnational organizing tacts that helped win Velasquez a "genius" award from the MacArthur Foundation. And now they're taking on no less than R. J. Reynolds Tobacco and one of its principal financial sponsors, JPMorgan-Chase. Some people question the wisdom of taking on such powerful interests, but here's what Velasquez says: "It's OK if it's impossible; it's OK!" Now I'm going to speak to you as organizers. Listen carefully. The object is not to win. That's not the objective. The object is to do the right and good thing. If you decide not to do anything, because it's too hard or too impossible, then nothing will be done, and when you're on your death bed, you're gonna say, "I wish I had done something. But if you go and do the right thing NOW, and you do it long enough "good things will happen-something's gonna happen."

Shades of Howard Zinn!
Bill Moyers is a journalist and was long-time managing editor of the weekly public affairs program Bill Moyers Journal on PBS. Archive material and updates are still available at The Moyers Blog at www.pbs.org/moyers

Monday, November 1, 2010

Tomorrow

It's election day. It scares me. The Dem's are probably going to take one heck of a hit.

To which I say 'BIG FAT BUMMER.' Somehow, Obama continues to be painted as a left leaning liberal, when he's a (total) centrist. I'm a left leaning (pinko) liberal/progressive. I make our Pres look entirely mainstream. (Because he is).

Here's a thought provoking essay:

Unfortunately, this is not a Halloween spook.


October 28, 2010
Divided We Fail
By PAUL KRUGMAN

Barring a huge upset, Republicans will take control of at least one
house of Congress next week. How worried should we be by that prospect?

Not very, say some pundits. After all, the last time Republicans
controlled Congress while a Democrat lived in the White House was the
period from the beginning of 1995 to the end of 2000. And people
remember that era as a good time, a time of rapid job creation and
responsible budgets. Can we hope for a similar experience now?

No, we can’t. This is going to be terrible. In fact, future historians
will probably look back at the 2010 election as a catastrophe for
America, one that condemned the nation to years of political chaos and
economic weakness.

Start with the politics.

In the late-1990s, Republicans and Democrats were able to work together
on some issues. President Obama seems to believe that the same thing
can happen again today. In a recent interview with National Journal, he
sounded a conciliatory note, saying that Democrats need to have an
“appropriate sense of humility,” and that he would “spend more time
building consensus.” Good luck with that.

After all, that era of partial cooperation in the 1990s came only after
Republicans had tried all-out confrontation, actually shutting down the
federal government in an effort to force President Bill Clinton to give
in to their demands for big cuts in Medicare.

Now, the government shutdown ended up hurting Republicans politically,
and some observers seem to assume that memories of that experience will
deter the G.O.P. from being too confrontational this time around. But
the lesson current Republicans seem to have drawn from 1995 isn’t that
they were too confrontational, it’s that they weren’t confrontational
enough.

Another recent interview by National Journal, this one with Mitch
McConnell, the Senate minority leader, has received a lot of attention
thanks to a headline-grabbing quote: “The single most important thing
we want to achieve is for President Obama to be a one-term president.”

If you read the full interview, what Mr. McConnell was saying was that,
in 1995, Republicans erred by focusing too much on their policy agenda
and not enough on destroying the president: “We suffered from some
degree of hubris and acted as if the president was irrelevant and we
would roll over him. By the summer of 1995, he was already on the way
to being re-elected, and we were hanging on for our lives.” So this
time around, he implied, they’ll stay focused on bringing down Mr.
Obama.

True, Mr. McConnell did say that he might be willing to work with Mr.
Obama in certain circumstances — namely, if he’s willing to do a
“Clintonian back flip,” taking positions that would find more support
among Republicans than in his own party. Of course, this would actually
hurt Mr. Obama’s chances of re-election — but that’s the point.

We might add that should any Republicans in Congress find themselves
considering the possibility of acting in a statesmanlike, bipartisan
manner, they’ll surely reconsider after looking over their shoulder at
the Tea Party-types, who will jump on them if they show any signs of
being reasonable. The role of the Tea Party is one reason smart
observers expect another government shutdown, probably as early as next
spring.

Beyond the politics, the crucial difference between the 1990s and now
is the state of the economy.

When Republicans took control of Congress in 1994, the U.S. economy had
strong fundamentals. Household debt was much lower than it is today.
Business investment was surging, in large part thanks to the new
opportunities created by information technology — opportunities that
were much broader than the follies of the dot-com bubble.

In this favorable environment, economic management was mainly a matter
of putting the brakes on the boom, so as to keep the economy from
overheating and head off potential inflation. And this was a job the
Federal Reserve could do on its own by raising interest rates, without
any help from Congress.

Today’s situation is completely different. The economy, weighed down by
the debt that households ran up during the Bush-era bubble, is in dire
straits; deflation, not inflation, is the clear and present danger. And
it’s not at all clear that the Fed has the tools to head off this
danger. Right now we very much need active policies on the part of the
federal government to get us out of our economic trap.

But we won’t get those policies if Republicans control the House. In
fact, if they get their way, we’ll get the worst of both worlds:
They’ll refuse to do anything to boost the economy now, claiming to be
worried about the deficit, while simultaneously increasing long-run
deficits with irresponsible tax cuts — cuts they have already announced
won’t have to be offset with spending cuts.

So if the elections go as expected next week, here’s my advice: Be
afraid. Be very afraid.
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In short, we are so hosed.

Monday, October 25, 2010

What I learned last week

1. Increasing age makes one forgetful. That does not equate to dementia. I have spells of forgetfulness. There's just too much in my brain to remember everything.

2. DO NOT do a big work out after a lunch of sausage, peppers & onions, no matter how good they taste and how much you think you're prepared.

3. People who are excited about telling you all about their religious beliefs have (literally) no interest in yours

4. I can play with the White Dog, or I can run with the White Dog. I cannot play AND run with the White Dog simultaneously. The right-sided road rash I have -- which extends from my hip to below my knee -- testifies to that.

5. Remember! If you're making apple sauce, it tastes way better if you use multiple types of apples, no just one variety.

6. W really is a complete and total idiot. He believes his biggest failure is not privatizing Social Security. How quickly he's forgotten the tanking market and economy, the million plus Iraqi's killed because of our invasion of a sovereign nation, our young men & women coming home in body bags or brain damaged because of IED's. Oh, right, don't forget Katrina (hmmm, related to #1?)

7. There's still time to get a bunch of bulbs into the ground for next spring, and the time to plant garlic is after the first hard frost. Also, those damn 4-footed, white tailed locusts have to be stopped from eating the branches and stripping the bark off the trees in my brand new mini-orchard.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Ups and downs

'My' Akita rescue group always has a big raffle as a fund raiser during the Akita Nationals show held each year. I always purchase tickets, to support the group. While I've thought 'it would be nice to win,' I've never expected it.

This year I thought the group members might rig the raffle so I'd receive a beautiful urn for The Big Guy's ashes. So when director NL contacted me & asked 'guess what?' after I finally remembered it was raffle time, I thought 'it's the urn.'

Nooooo! It's an iPad! Complete with a gzillion gigs and wireless access. This to someone who is a technological laggard to beat most technological laggards. While I do indeed use the computer (and actually have a flat screen monitor), I don't have a cell phone.

Actually, let me correct that. I have a cell phone a patient has given me, but have used it maybe 6 times in the past year. I leave it a home, it gets uncharged, it sits in the car for weeks at at time, I have not a clue about texting and tweeting or whatever people do with mobiles.

And when I have computer problems, I immediately contact my techno-guru friend PJ, who can usually tell me what minute thing I'm doing incorrectly from his Atlanta location.

The iPad is still in its box, waiting. Maybe I'll open it today!

Two weekends ago, tri-training buddy S & I drove to Amherst for the Score-This multi-sport banquet, in which we both won our fossilized age groups. At the end of the event, Rich Clark, race director, timer & VP of the company (as well as a very funny, unbelievably patient guy) ran a raffle.

AND! At the very last minute, and for the very last prize, I! won! A! VO2 Max Lactate Threshold Test! I think I'm more excited about this than the iPad. I'll have to go to Buffalo to do it, but hey, I'm thrilled. Only a sports-geek would be this excited.

To add to the UP!, yesterday I was searching cragislist here in Ithaca for a dog kennel. I need kenneling for the White Dog, so she can be safely contained once the new dog door goes into the new porch.

I found a month and a half old listing for 10 10'x6' panels, being sold by someone on the other side of the lake. I emailed, thinking they'd be sold. But no, they're mine now! G & I picked them up this a.m. The guy knocked $150 off the price, too, so they were a bargain.

And now, I think it's time to retrieve Kuro's ashes from the friend who has been keeping them for me. I've asked my dear friend R, who will be visiting with her husband next weekend, whether they'd go with me. I"m getting teary eyed just thinking about him.

I finally pulled the photos I took of him off my camera, over 4 months after he died. My heart breaks just thinking of him. My prince.

I miss, miss, miss him.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

It's a Dog's Life

The first of the photos of 'One Take Princess' are here. And the patients' whose ring bearer she was came for appointments over the weekend. She responds to them unlike she responds to anyone else -- barking with joy at their arrival and grinning widely with pleasure the entire time they were here. They're her god parents!

The White Dog has been acting out. I suspect Princess Dog has been boasting of her success and popluarity. I told TWD: 'as long as you act the way you've been acting, you'll be kept on a leash and/or crated.' The power of that statement has clearly worn off!

The cool, crisp weather (and down right cold tonight) has White Girl bouncing around and filled with more energy than usual. Wish I had some of that!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Wednesday evening

Nikka is still basking in the glow of being 'just like a movie dog' on Saturday. Except better - movie dogs need multiple takes: Nikka needed just one try. I'm proud of my Little Princess!

The White Dog is acting out. She's stealing things off the counter, chewing up whatever she feels like chewing, and not listening to me. I told her yesterday: 'That's it. You're being crated when I'm away, and you're being kept on a leash. Both of these will continue until you start behaving.

I crated her when I left today. When I came back, she'd somehow snagged a running shoe and chewed the bejeezus out of the shoe laces.

I probably need a Teflon floor around her crate.

This evening: fresh (organic!) kale for chips. Saw a full rainbow on my way home from town.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

My Perfect Girl

The Little Princess was the ring bearer at the wedding of two of my patients yesterday. She was The Perfect Dog. Polite, mannerly, she seemed to know exactly what to do with minimal or no prompting.

She tolerated the garland of flowers I made for her to wear, walked sedately into the pavilion, knew where to go, and then calmly waited through the ceremony.

After the Big Event, she was off leash, visited everyone, or trotted around in on the lawn but stuck close enough so I could see her most of the time. She came immediately when summoned.

During the reception, someone gave her a barbecued chicken breast. I saw it, and took the breast away from her, peeling the meat off the bone. I put the bones in the trash and presented her with the meat. Although she looked longingly at the carcass, she listened when I said 'leave it!' She ignored all of the bins although I'm certain there were many temping odors wafting about.

I'm most proud of how she behaved for the photos, both of the wedding party and of the congregation. At one point, the photographer shepherded everyone together for group shots. I led The Perfect Girl Dog to a spot in front of the bride and the groom.

She sat, and then laid down for about 10 minutes, waiting patiently as everyone got organized and shuffled around. She continued her stellar performance through dozens of photographs. Unleashed, unbidden, she simply waited for us humans to sort ourselves out.

The amazing part to me was that I did not tell her what to do. She *knew* exactly where to sit, how to position herself and how long she had to be in that position. I didn't have to correct her or resettle her or, in fact, say anything but 'You are AMAZING!'

She looked beautiful, too. She'd been groomed a couple of days before by her Auntie Nancy, who owns The Grooming Room here in Ithaca. Her coat was spectacular. Her black fur shimmered and her white sparkled. And she's so soft!

The groom just called, and left a message: "She was precious! And so well-behaved! She was perfect."

And she was.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Patience, patients

I had a conversation a few days ago with a person who prides himself on taking care of his health.

He takes ibuprofen every day, to deal with or avoid muscle aches and pains. I suggested massage as an alternative. "I've never thought of it." And "it's too expensive."

Typical American approach: let's treat the symptoms and not the cause. Let's take a pill to fix the problem. It's true there are far worse drugs to take. There is, however, a limit to the number of ibuprofen one can take before permanent liver damage occurs. And I wonder how much of his discomfort could be changed by nutrition.

He went on to tell me that he eats a healthy diet. Chicken and vegetables. When I recommend kale chips, his response is 'I don't eat chips.'

The 'chips' part of kale chips is simply because they're baked. Apparently he couldn't get his head around the fact kale chips are home made, need a minimal amount of olive oil with which to prevent the chips from burning. They're an excellent, tasty way to get green leafy vegetables into your digestive system while enjoying a treat at the same time.

I didn't even broach the subject of his allegedly healthy diet. On the surface, it seems healthy. White meat, veg.

Is the chicken store-bought? If so, when you eat it - or beef, or pork, or turkey, not only are you supporting factory farms you're also bombarding your immune system with copious amounts of antibiotics, and your endocrine system copious amounts of steroid hormones.

Roughly half of the antibiotics used in the U.S. is fed to livestock to keep them healthy. Steroids pollute feeds -- in an effort to get livestock fatter more quickly.

In addition, factory farms feed their livestock corn. Chickens, cattle, pigs did not evolve eating corn. Corn was introduced to speed the growth and fattening of our livestock. It's also a (the?) major reason for cholesterol problems in store-bought eggs and beef.

Let's go back to that anti-biotic thing. Bacteria are increasing in their resistance to antibiotics, because of our over use of them. Antibiotic soaps, wipes, cleaners, and antibiotics in animal feed are breeding 'Super Bugs' -- bacteria which can live through megadoses of the most powerful antibiotics on the market.

Doubt me? Google 'antibiotic resistant bacteria.'

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

On educatin'

I teach an anatomy course at a local college. This year's class is huge -- the school opened another lab section, providing more slots for students. Between that and the uncertain economy, enrollment has more than doubled.

We're 4 weeks, one quiz, and one exam into the semester. It's kind of scary to look at the grades for these two assessments. It's particularly frustrating for me as an instructor as I can literally stand up in front of the class and tell them 'this material will be on the exam.' And they still get it wrong.

It's even more frustrating when students then blame the instructor. And I guarantee that many of the students that are struggling will be blaming this instructor.

I've given a similar exam every single of the 5 years I've taught this course. Some classes do better than others. My favorite A&P class ever had phenomenal students -- the core group that made it to the second semester all got A's on the first exam.

It mat be that the lousy economy, which is driving students to continue their educations, has spiked the number of weak students to struggle into and through health care curricula.

I don't want people who don't know the material in the field. They'd be working on me -- and you. No grade inflation or 'pass 'em through' attitude here!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Both extremes so very much alike

I came across a right wing blog accidentally. My knee jerk reaction was to instantly move to the next page, but then I went back. "Know your enemy!" Although I was raised in a Barry-Goldwater-conservative household, I have since fallen from conservative ideals, and have turned into (gasp! Horrors!) a leftie pinko.

Back to the blog. I was dumbfounded to find that the rhetoric of the far right sounds pretty much exactly like the rhetoric of the far left. Both sides claim the other is causing Americans to lose their freedom. Both sides say the other is too extreme. Both sides are actually bashing each other with many of the same idea and ideals, just a different interpretation of them.

Then, I scrolled down the page, and found ads for pro-life/anti-abortion links as well as websites that push for increased off-shore drilling and other environmental developmental catastrophes.

My interest waned. I went back to my original search.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Flattery....

Received an email from one of my oldest friends here:


A woman who is a good friend and classmate of mine from my undergrad days at Cornell ran into me on Saturday at the Farmer's Market. She said she was at New Park for that Burn's Sisters event and saw me there with my arm around some twenty-something babe, and her thought was how lucky men are because they don't get old like women do. I was frankly baffled over who she could have seen me with, tried to remember if any of my friend's daughters were there, but I just realized that the twenty-something babe was you.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

An excellent dog
















TG posted this on my Facebook wall today: Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened --Anatole France

I was having a good day until I read it.

My tri training partner & closest friend said yesterday 'Kuro was the love of your life.' Yes. I suppose he was. It feels as if he was - is - part of me on a cellular level. His persona, his energy, his spirit, his essence is still in me. An acquaintance said 'he's your heart dog.'

That he is.

Grief is like guerrilla warfare, complete with unexpected raids, ambushes and elements of surprise. It attacks with extraordinary mobility, striking this vulnerable target. The difference: guerrilla fighters can withdraw with astonishing speed. My grief about losing Kuro lasts, a slowly receding tide.

The four year old in me wants to kick and scream and throw a tantrum until I get what I want. Damnable that I can't have it (either the tantrum or, especially, my beloved boy)

I miss you, K.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

2010 SkinnyMan

Competed in my 10th sprint triathlon of the season today. Two more on the schedule.

Local hero and tri-store owner Nick Lehecka took 1st place overall, beating out last year's winner by 2 seconds. Nick trains 20-25 hours a week, and often leads lake swims or group bikes for the 'Big Dog' triathletes, particularly the young bucks in the area.

I missed last year's Skinny. I'd registered, though I felt lousy the morning of the event. Got into town, where I was picking up a friend to spectate. By the time I arrived at his place, I was feeling really queasy. I sent him in, turned around, and made it home. Walking into the house food poisoning caught up with me. I spent the day alternately sleeping and vomiting.

Today's results were much better. I actually made it to the race and competed. While my own finish is no where near Nick's stellar performance, I was happy: I knocked over a minute off my '08 swim time and about a minute and a half off the bike. The run - as usual - slow. I've got to fix this hip problem! And train for running!

So I'm pretty happy. One irritation: I came into T2 to find someone had racked their bike where mine was supposed to go. I had to yank the usurper out of my spot and leave it on the grass. The bikes were not well numbered. Had they been, I'd have mentioned it to an official.

The food was pretty lousy, too -- stale bagels and dried out fruit that had been left out for flies to land. While a local restaurant was supplying pizza, there were insufficient amounts for the hordes of starving athletes.

The weather held! Hurricane Earl is galloping up the east coast, so the day, which started out clear and cool, turned windy and overcast. It didn't start to rain until the run, however. There was another shower as I was leaving transition, which soaked all of us -- next time, pack a slicker.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Beloved

I emailed my sister about a time, last fall, when Kuro and I had a wrangle about whether he was coming inside or not. It was cooler out, and I wanted him to come in, concerned about his comfort and health. He clearly did *not* want to be in the house.

"You're coming inside."
'No, I'm not.'
"Kuro, you need to come in NOW!"
'I want to stay OUTSIDE!'

I could see him thinking. He was quite clever with his compromise. He walked over and stood by our station wagon, parked under the trees in front of the house.

I swear, he said just by his look 'Ill stay in here but I'm NOT coming inside.' He even put one paw up on the bumper.

I opened the tailgate,boosted him into the car, & watched as he settled down on the dog bed in the back. He stayed in the Volvo over 3 hours, tailgate open, enjoying 'being outside' yet sheltered and comfortable.

Had he been a younger, more robust dog, I'd have made him listen to me. At that point, he was so old I was indulging him shamelessly. I was just happy to be able to help him find contentment.

The same sister emailed me 'you'd live in a shack if you could still have Kuro man with you.' As long as it was weatherproof and safe for dogs, she's right.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Refunded

Just checked my on-line Discover account.
Refund has been processed.
Pudding!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Pudding

A week ago today, I met with Bill Horne & Jay Harvey at the vet school. I know I've been remiss in posting the outcome of The Big Meeting. I've pulled up this blog site innumerable times, and each time I have, I've been incapable - literally - of updating it. I'm still not certain why.

In part it's because I'm waiting.

I was pleasantly surprised at Dr. Horne's seeming honesty. I cannot stop from interjecting the descriptor 'seeming.' Perhaps I am too jaded and cynical -- left over doubts from my work in animal rescue and Corporate America.

Horne showed me the paperwork where it was clearly written that I had indicated The White Dog should be euthanized if she needed a complex GI surgery. On one hand, I am thrilled and happy beyond description that my PTS order was overlooked? Over-ridden?

Nonetheless, that stark, brutal word 'euthanize' screamed up from the paperwork.

To a certain extent, I feel vindicated. Two plus months of wrangling to find that I actually am not crazy (at least about this). I had, indeed, communicated clearly. So clearly, in fact, that the intake doc had used that lethal word.

Somewhere, in the '15 levels of communication' that get involved at Cornell, my intent had gotten distorted, transposed, ignored. (15 layers at 2:30 in the morning? The intake vet told me he was speaking "directly" with the surgeon.) It's not my responsibility to figure out where the message got lost (and I suspect the vet school won't spend any time figuring this out, either), but the fact it did reflects poorly on the school.

The bottom line is this: I am willing to pay for half of the bill. Cornell is responsible for the other half. Horne agreed to this. I'm waiting to see when (if) that is reflected on my Discover statement.

Horne also offered to have The White Dog treated by the gastro-enterologists for the intermittent diarrhea she's had. And that if she had another case of intussception again, Cornell would do the surgery gratis.

The proof is in the pudding..... (so, where's the pudding? Ah, I am truly jaded & cynical.)

I also received a stiff, unhappily offered apology from Dr. Jay Harvey. I am certain it was very difficult for him to apologize. I also feel as if he could have easily made use of the phone or snail mail to have contacted me during the two months that elapsed between our phone conversation and the meeting. How he acted during that conversation was grossly unprofessional.

His side of the story. The young student shows up on rounds, crying uncontrollably. When asked, she states 'a client (yours truly) just abused me on the phone.' Another student pipes up 'clients abuse us *a lot.*'

So, when Harvey -- who tells me he has a daughter -- picks up the telephone, he is in attack ('defense') mode.

I am still flummoxed by this. It's another reason I've been unable to post about the meeting. Abuse? ABUSE? If what I said was abusive, then how would that student categorize how Dr. Harvey spoke to me during our heated exchange?

An explanation: a gzillion years ago, when I worked for the international arm of that Fortune 5 company, I used my own version of shorthand when I was speaking with overseas contacts. Someone who understands real shorthand would look at my scribblings and grimace. My version, however, stood me in good stead for my 13+ years in Corporate America.

In June, suspecting that the White Dog Situation would escalate, I took notes on the conversations I had with Cornell personnel as well as the messages I left.

When I returned to my office after the meeting, I pulled out my notes on the conversation I had with the student. I did not pull any punches. I'm sure my voice was raised. I can also guarantee that I did not swear at, threaten, or in any way abuse her. In fact, I said 'I know you just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I know that you are just the representative of the vet school. I know this is not your responsibility.'

Somehow, intensity, honesty and directness got interpreted as 'abuse.'

Apparently, the young woman was so distraught she was crying uncontrollably. Apparently, no one could get her to stop. In fact, she was sent home, and one of her rotation mates was sent over later to check on her. She, allegedly, was still shaky and unsettled the next day, because of how abusive I was. All this despite the fact I rung her early that afternoon, and apologized for my intensity.

When I heard Harvey's opening lines to our conversation -- which were, far and away more offensive than anything I said to this student -- I wasn't thinking 'this guy is abusing me.' I was thinking 'this guy is a jerk.'

What will that student do when she does get abused? I don't know how to interpret her reaction. She has 'excellent communication skills' and has been commended for them by vet school personnel. I don't understand her meltdown. She turned into a quivering heap of, well, pudding.

So. When I checked my Discover account on-line this evening, the credit from the vet school had not yet appeared. And I still don't know how to process the information that I received on how that student reacted to my direct, honest comments.

The White Dog is fine. She's bouncy, happy, getting into *everything* and apparently healthy. Good thing (nay, an excellent thing) those vets didn't listen to this caretaker!

Note: added the morning of Friday, August 27: I do believe that Horne will have a refund processed. Early on, I made a silent commitment that should I get a refund, that amount would donated to animal rescue.