Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Channeling Camille


This is an excerpt from the Salon.com monthly column by Camille Paglia that may help you understand why I changed my political party affiliation last month to NO PREFERENCE. This is a fine example of how and why the 2 party system has run its course and unless that changes soon we will continue to wallow in the eddy of stagnation (this is a purposeful mixing of seemingly mutually exclusive metaphors that describes exactly what it is-circling the drain but never quite going down it).

Obama's healthcare horror
Heads should roll -- beginning with Nancy Pelosi's!


By Camille Paglia

Aug. 12, 2009 | Buyer's remorse? Not me. At the North American summit in Guadalajara this week, President Obama resumed the role he is best at -- representing the U.S. with dignity and authority abroad. This is why I, for one, voted for Obama and continue to support him. The damage done to U.S. prestige by the feckless, buffoonish George W. Bush will take years to repair. Obama has barely begun the crucial mission that he was elected to do.

Having said that, I must confess my dismay bordering on horror at the amateurism of the White House apparatus for domestic policy. When will heads start to roll? I was glad to see the White House counsel booted, as well as Michelle Obama's chief of staff, and hope it's a harbinger of things to come. Except for that wily fox, David Axelrod, who could charm gold threads out of moonbeams, Obama seems to be surrounded by juvenile tinhorns, bumbling mediocrities and crass bully boys.

Case in point: the administration's grotesque mishandling of healthcare reform, one of the most vital issues facing the nation. Ever since Hillary Clinton's megalomaniacal annihilation of our last best chance at reform in 1993 (all of which was suppressed by the mainstream media when she was running for president), Democrats have been longing for that happy day when this issue would once again be front and center.

But who would have thought that the sober, deliberative Barack Obama would have nothing to propose but vague and slippery promises -- or that he would so easily cede the leadership clout of the executive branch to a chaotic, rapacious, solipsistic Congress? House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, whom I used to admire for her smooth aplomb under pressure, has clearly gone off the deep end with her bizarre rants about legitimate town-hall protests by American citizens. She is doing grievous damage to the party and should immediately step down.

There is plenty of blame to go around. Obama's aggressive endorsement of a healthcare plan that does not even exist yet, except in five competing, fluctuating drafts, makes Washington seem like Cloud Cuckoo Land. The president is promoting the most colossal, brazen bait-and-switch operation since the Bush administration snookered the country into invading Iraq with apocalyptic visions of mushroom clouds over American cities.

You can keep your doctor; you can keep your insurance, if you're happy with it, Obama keeps assuring us in soothing, lullaby tones. Oh, really? And what if my doctor is not the one appointed by the new government medical boards for ruling on my access to tests and specialists? And what if my insurance company goes belly up because of undercutting by its government-bankrolled competitor? Face it: Virtually all nationalized health systems, neither nourished nor updated by profit-driven private investment, eventually lead to rationing.

I just don't get it. Why the insane rush to pass a bill, any bill, in three weeks? And why such an abject failure by the Obama administration to present the issues to the public in a rational, detailed, informational way? The U.S. is gigantic; many of our states are bigger than whole European nations. The bureaucracy required to institute and manage a nationalized health system here would be Byzantine beyond belief and would vampirically absorb whatever savings Obama thinks could be made. And the transition period would be a nightmare of red tape and mammoth screw-ups, which we can ill afford with a faltering economy.

As with the massive boondoggle of the stimulus package, which Obama foolishly let Congress turn into a pork rut, too much has been attempted all at once; focused, targeted initiatives would, instead, have won wide public support. How is it possible that Democrats, through their own clumsiness and arrogance, have sabotaged healthcare reform yet again? Blaming obstructionist Republicans is nonsensical because Democrats control all three branches of government. It isn't conservative rumors or lies that are stopping healthcare legislation; it's the justifiable alarm of an electorate that has been cut out of the loop and is watching its representatives construct a tangled labyrinth for others but not for themselves. No, the airheads of Congress will keep their own plush healthcare plan -- it's the rest of us guinea pigs who will be thrown to the wolves.
With the Republican party leaderless and in backbiting disarray following its destruction by the ideologically incoherent George W. Bush, Democrats are apparently eager to join the hara-kiri brigade. What looked like smooth coasting to the 2010 election has now become a nail-biter. Both major parties have become a rats' nest of hypocrisy and incompetence. That, combined with our stratospheric, near-criminal indebtedness to China (which could destroy the dollar overnight), should raise signal flags. Are we like late Rome, infatuated with past glories, ruled by a complacent, greedy elite, and hopelessly powerless to respond to changing conditions?

What does either party stand for these days? Republican politicians, with their endless scandals, are hardly exemplars of traditional moral values. Nor have they generated new ideas for healthcare, except for medical savings accounts, which would be pathetically inadequate in a major crisis for anyone earning at or below a median income.

And what do Democrats stand for, if they are so ready to defame concerned citizens as the "mob" -- a word betraying a Marie Antoinette delusion of superiority to ordinary mortals. I thought my party was populist, attentive to the needs and wishes of those outside the power structure. And as a product of the 1960s, I thought the Democratic party was passionately committed to freedom of thought and speech.

But somehow liberals have drifted into a strange servility toward big government, which they revere as a godlike foster father-mother who can dispense all bounty and magically heal all ills. The ethical collapse of the left was nowhere more evident than in the near total silence of liberal media and Web sites at the Obama administration's outrageous solicitation to private citizens to report unacceptable "casual conversations" to the White House. If Republicans had done this, there would have been an angry explosion by Democrats from coast to coast. I was stunned at the failure of liberals to see the blatant totalitarianism in this incident, which the president should have immediately denounced. His failure to do so implicates him in it.

As a libertarian and refugee from the authoritarian Roman Catholic church of my youth, I simply do not understand the drift of my party toward a soulless collectivism. This is in fact what Sarah Palin hit on in her shocking image of a "death panel" under Obamacare that would make irrevocable decisions about the disabled and elderly. When I first saw that phrase, headlined on the Drudge Report, I burst out laughing. It seemed so over the top! But on reflection, I realized that Palin's shrewdly timed metaphor spoke directly to the electorate's unease with the prospect of shadowy, unelected government figures controlling our lives. A death panel not only has the power of life and death but is itself a symptom of a Kafkaesque brave new world where authority has become remote, arbitrary and spectral. And as in the Spanish Inquisition, dissidence is heresy, persecuted and punished.

Surely, the basic rule in comprehensive legislation should be: First, do no harm. The present proposals are full of noble aims, but the biggest danger always comes from unforeseen and unintended consequences. Example: the American incursion into Iraq, which destabilized the region by neutralizing Iran's rival and thus enormously enhancing Iran's power and nuclear ambitions.

What was needed for reform was an in-depth analysis, buttressed by documentary evidence, of waste, fraud and profiteering in the healthcare, pharmaceutical and insurance industries. Instead what we've gotten is a series of facile, vulgar innuendos about how doctors conduct their practice, as if their primary motive is money. Quite frankly, the president gives little sense of direct knowledge of medical protocols; it's as if his views are a tissue of hearsay and scattershot worst-case scenarios.

Of course, it didn't help matters that, just when he needed maximum momentum on healthcare, Obama made the terrible gaffe of declaring that, even without his knowing the full facts, Cambridge, Mass., police had acted "stupidly" in arresting a friend of his, Harvard professor Henry Louis Gates Jr. Obama's automatic identification with the pampered Harvard elite (wildly unpopular with most sensible people), as well as his insulting condescension toward an officer doing his often dangerous duty, did serious and perhaps irreparable damage to the president's standing. The strained, prissy beer summit in the White House garden afterward didn't help. Is that the Obama notion of hospitality? Another staff breakdown.

Both Gates and Obama mistakenly assumed that the original incident at Gates' house was about race, when it was about class. It was the wealthy, lordly Gates who committed the first offense by instantly and evidently hysterically defaming the character of the officer who arrived at his door to investigate the report of a break-in. There was no excuse for Gates' loud and cheap charges of racism, which he should have immediately apologized for the next day, instead of threatening lawsuits and self-aggrandizing television exposés. On the other hand, given that Cambridge is virtually a company town, perhaps police headquarters should have dispatched a moderator to the tumultuous scene before a small, disabled Harvard professor was clapped in handcuffs and marched off to jail. But why should an Ivy League panjandrum be treated any differently from the rest of us hoi polloi?

Class rarely receives honest attention in the American media, as demonstrated by the reporting on a June incident at a swimming pool in the Philadelphia suburbs. When the director of the Valley Swim Club in Montgomery County cancelled its agreement with several urban day camps to use its private pool, the controversy was portrayed entirely in racial terms. There were uninvestigated allegations of remarks about "black kids" made by white mothers who ordered their children out of the pool, and the racial theme was intensified by the director's inept description of the "complexion" of the pool having been changed -- which may simply have been a whopper of a Freudian slip.

Having followed the coverage in the Philadelphia media, I have lingering questions about how much of that incident was race and how much was social class. Urban working-class and suburban middle-class children often have quite different styles of play -- as I know from present observation as well as from my Syracuse youth, when I regularly biked to the public pool in Thornden Park. Kids of all races from downtown Syracuse neighborhoods were much rougher and tougher, and for self-preservation you had to stay out of their way! Otherwise, you'd get knocked to the concrete or dunked when they heedlessly jumped off the diving board onto our heads in the crowded pool.

In general, middle-class children today are more closely supervised at pools because the family can afford to have a non-working parent at home -- a luxury that working-class kids rarely have. What happened at the Valley Swim Club, whose safety infrastructure was evidently also overwhelmed by too many visiting kids who were non-swimmers, may have been a clash of classes rather than races. Were the mothers who pulled their kids out of the pool that day really reacting to skin color or what they, accurately or not, perceived to be an overcrowded, dangerous disorder? The incontrovertible offense in all this, which went unmentioned in the national media, was the closure for budgetary reasons by the city of Philadelphia this summer of 27 of its 73 public pools. There is no excuse for that kind of draconian curtailment of basic recreational facilities for working-class families, sweltering in the urban summer heat....

Monday, July 20, 2009

Cool Summer Salad

I was in an inventive mood and inspired by Anita Mabante Leach's presentation of the Jicama orange salad at the Phoenix Frida's Frida Kahlo birthday celebration so I invented my own take on it. It got good reviews so here it is along with Southwestern Succotash that was the result of the Maya's farm offering of fresh lima beans still in the pod. She and I were just amazed at the difference between these wonderfully bitey delights as compared to the scary canned things our parents tried for force us to eat as children. It is no wonder so many people of our generation dislike vegetables. They never had any real ones. I also made mini salsa by chopping tiny heirloom cherry tomatoes, tiny serrano chiles, tiny cipollini onions and added a bit of lime juice. Tasty.



Orange Jicama Salad

Julienne a big chunk of Jicama into one inch long sticks.
Combine with 2 cans of Trader Joe's mandarin oranges or halved segments of a regular orange.

Shake together about 2 tablespoons of mayo, 1 teaspoon of red chili powder and the juice of about 3 good sized limes.

Pour over the mixture and refrigerate. It turns orange from the chile powder and is cool and refreshing with a little bit of a bite.

Southwestern Succotash

Shell a pound of fresh lima beans and steam until just tender, about 15 minutes.
Combine with a can of corn. Add about 1/2 teaspoon of chopped fresh oregano. Shake together 1/3 cup olive oil (I used the Meyer Lemon Olive Oil from Queen Creek Olive Mill), 1 teaspoon red chili powder and the juice of half a lime. Stir into veggies.

MMMMMMMM!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Cohen Stole My Idea

I never saw Borat. Although I am generally open minded and I am trying not to become an old fuddy duddy, I just really had no interest in being grossed out, which is the thing you most often heard about that movie.



 

So I really never understood who Sasha Baron Cohen was. The next time I even gave him a thought was watching the MTV movie awards which was my effort at trying to keep up on how the young people are managing things these days. With Melanie off to college I am left to my own devices for such things. Unfortunately the show was nearly unwatchable and I was just about to switch it off when Eminem came on. I happen to like the guy and so I stuck with it a while longer. Shortly afterward Bruno, the latest Cohen incarnation made an appearance in from a gang wire dressed as Icarus in a thong and he lit upside down on poor Eminem's lap. It was so absurdly ridiculous and I am now tortured by the image of Cohen's bare ass just under Em's nose. How could you stand 2 hours of that nonsense?

Then I saw Cohen on Letterman. I must say I was shocked at how normal he seemed. I mean when Mel Gibson gets interviewed as Mel Gibson I always think to myself "That man is crazy" yet he seems like he would be so normal. This was the opposite--a guy I was expecting to be way far gone was just a regular joe; a seeming nice and approachable guy. I must say, this is a much more palatable image.



Cohen was relating to Dave how the scene with the cage fighting thing was filmed and how the people who were not actors mind you reacted and performed even more wildly than hoped, to the point of making SBC think for a moment that he was in physical danger.


 

It was at that moment I realized that this guys entire schtick was once mine. He stole my idea! Now before you think I am the crazy one.....


 

I was in a pretty avant garde theater arts class at Prescott High School in the early 70's. We did some amazing children's theater and I remember playing a witch and wearing red and white stripped stockings under my black dress that absolutely freaked the little tykes out. Very early versions of portable film cameras had come out and we got an assignment to make a movie.


 

My best friend, Tani lived with her mom above what is now the Palace Bar on Whiskey Row. Where the Jerzey Lilly now roosts was her mom's suite in what was the Palace Hotel, something of a flop house really. Tani and I had to think of a movie idea and being the 70's and all we did not even consider giving it a plot. Instead, we got the idea to borrow the wooden leg her mom was holding as collateral until a tenant caught up on his back rent and take it around town and film people's reactions to it. We did the same with those birthday candles that keep relighting. We did some other wacky stuff that I can't fully remember (it has been a while). I still have the tape in a can around in my office here somewhere but I don't think I could find the right kind of machine to play it on anymore.


 

Although tame by comparison to the Sasha Baron Cohen films, the basic idea is exactly the same. I shudder to think where I would be now had I been more of a success with that first film. But back then the concept was way too edgy and they didn't even know what edgy meant. I don't remember what kind of grade we got, but if the teacher had liked the film I would think I would remember that.


 

The funny thing is I still have no desire to see these films; mine or Cohen's.

Michael is famous!



Seems that my brother in law Michael is one of the most determined and driven people I have ever met. His battle back from a near deadly stroke exactly 5 years ago has been nothing short of remarkable. Part of his success can be attributed to his almost daily visit to our neighborhood YMCA for a good workout and a long treadmill walk. A couple days a week a Korean War Vet named Bob comes to pick him up and they attend their workout as a team. They met at the Y and Bob took an interest, but Michael has that kind of effect on people.

He has also mastered Dial A Ride, a transport service for the disabled here in Phoenix that provides door to door rides. He accidentally dropped his phone in the van the other and the driver went to extraordinary lengths to track him down, even buying a charger so she could use his memorized numbers to find someone to call him and let him know she had it. This was bending the rules a bit but she knew if it went to the Lost and Found the second half of the phrase would never quite become reality.

I have visited the Christown YMCA three days a week for the past 18 years and I can tell you that the folks running the place have never lacked for enthusiasm in looking for ways to serve the community. They have treated Michael exceptionally well ever since his arrival. So it was natural that when they launched the idea of having a raffle for annual Strong Kids Campaign fund raiser that Mike would be first in line to buy.



Wouldn't you know it--he won! The prize? Being recognized as Member of the Month. It was almost surreal when I made my way to my usual Tuesday evening yoga class and saw Michael's name plastered on every door! When I got to aerobics that Saturday the instructor Jim, who knows everyone in the place told me that he thought it was a bit amusing that Michael garnered his own parking space for being member of the month. I filled Jim in on the Bob connection! So even though he does not drive Michael could use the parking space through his driver Bob! Sometimes things just work out!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

How Could I Have Done This Without Facebook?

According to an article in THE WEEK (great mag-you should subscribe, even if it is your only subscription) a new study reveals that every seven years people change about half of their friends. Dubbed a seven year itch, the study shows that friendships evolve along with the facts of life and that people move in and out of the picture with convenience playing a big role in the longevity of friendships.

That article and the fact of a recent reacquaintance with my roommate from the 1970's (she has not changed a bit)got me thinking about my friendships and how, as usual, I am unusual.

My oldest continuous friend has been a pal since about 1975. Oddly it is a guy-Greg Nugent. We don't hang out alot but we do periodically and have been consistent friends for the entire time. Somehow I still possess his college ID card. Weird. We still get together with my 1970's landlord/friend and his wonderful wife, Bob and Sharlene.

Shortly after that I met my next longest continuous friend, Craig and his wife is my very longest girlfriend Michelle) and we have been close all this time; we can easily track the years as we met right after the birth of their son, our godson, Eric. We had a small gang we ran with and although two sets of them moved away we are still in regular touch with one and periodic touch with the others and see one another when we are within reach of one another. I am in business with one who lives in Indianapolis.

Doug's oldest consistent friends, who are now friends of mine, date back to high school. There is a substantial number of them and although scattered throughout the country they maintain regular contact and even use that as an excuse to go to Vegas annually.

We made a number of friends right around the time of our marriage (30 years) with whom we still have contact. Some have married and divorced and in some cases we are still friends with both.

Yesterday I ran into a guy I had not seen in many years who Doug worked with at Phoenix Magazine and we picked right up where we left off, genuinely very happy to see one another. We bonded with a bunch of people when Doug worked at a local alternative paper in the early 80's, most notably the Walkers, and we still socialize with a lot of them. One of my closest friends was my neighbor during my law school years and here we are 22 years later. Doug's Tribune days yielded some close relationships especially Jon and Bev.

A group formed in law school that is still regularly meeting for dinners 3 or 4 times a year, nearly 20 years later. We have another gourmet group that morphed into a travel group that has splintered and reinvented but are tight with that crowd for well over a decade.

I collected close friends at my various jobs as well, still having contact with a number of people I came to know in the early to mid 90's, with a couple of especially close friends we acquired through Attorney General and ADEQ connections.
We have a so called movie group that has been loosely organized for quite some time but as the late comers we have been involved for probably around 8 years or so.

And then there are the folks we connected with through our children, most intimately the Roneys and a number of others who remain in the picture. This includes those we met through girl scouts and traveled with. In addition, the mob of women known as the spa maidens have been hanging tight since the 90's.

My parents are the same way and as a result we count among our friends people we have come to know so well through my family. There are a bunch of them and we have been regulars for probably about 30 years.

And now we are acquiring friends in the generations below us. In fact we had a little party last week for a few of our "young friends"; thirty somethings who we have grown fond of. In addition we have the children and grandchildren of all of the above. And there seems to be a baby boom going on right now so more are on the way!

This doesn't even count the people who I count as friends but with whom I would be [happily] stuck with anyway because we are related either by blood or marriage and there are tons and tons of people in this wonderful category.

I realize that studies are generalizations. This is one I don't feel bad about being outside the normal range for. It prompted me to take this inventory and in so doing I realized two things: 1) I am incredibly blessed to have so many wonderful people in my life and 2) it is no wonder I get so panicked about sending out Christmas cards every year-there are so many I want to write personal notes to that it is almost overwhelming.





I love you all.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Sarah Boyle Victim of Retard?



Figure 1AP Photo/Andrew Milligan/PA


 

Civilization is not always what it is cracked up to be. We pride ourselves in being at a sophisticated peak in the evolution of our collective maturity level, what with rising above the need for inhumane things like torture and all. But I believe the Susan Boyle episode exposes our collective humanity for what it really is-drenched with human nature's preoccupation with ego. It is that innate need to feel good about ourselves that drives us to continually find ways to set ourselves apart from one another. We may think we are getting close to obliterating prejudice but actually we are just more creative about fooling ourselves into thinking that our judgments are not about plain old disdain for people who are not like us.

The name of the show, Britain's Got Talent, a sister to the American Idol program, supposes a mission of finding raw talent that can be exploited as an entertainment career as opposed to being simply lost amongst the maddening crowd of the masses. But, as the name of the show implies, there is a difference between talent and skill. This year's British version apparently pitted talent against skill in its final round. In doing so it seems to have failed to distinguish between these two attributes and the public awarded the prize to skill in contravention of the very name of the competition. The winner was a dance troupe that performed an intricate set of timed moves. No doubt this was quite an accomplishment, but the act is the product of serious work and training on the part of the dancers who have honed a complex physical and mental skill. Indeed, while the choreographer may have tremendous talent, the troupe itself had tremendous skill. At best it is unclear whether the choreography is the focus of the achievement on the show. Susan Boyle on the other hand is the epitome of "talent" in that her innate singing ability is a gift that sets her apart from singers in general.

So how to explain why Susan did not win? Simple. Susan was deprived of oxygen at birth. In short, she is a retard. Having been "slow" all her life, she devoted herself to the menial task of "caring for" her parents. As poor people, lacking the resources to provide any educational opportunities to lift their infirm child higher given her limitations, they apparently settled for making her the scullery maid. While great for the family unit, which no doubt exuded tremendous love and true devotion, this did nothing for Susan's life after her parents are out of the picture.

People do not like retards. Much as we hate to admit it, as a group humans feel safe in expressing their gratitude that they are not like that. To face the fact that her singing talent could trump the lack of development of her other skills is just too tough to overcome. Even in that 1980's TV show Life Goes On about the family with the Down Syndrome child, dubbed the most heartwarming show ever, by the second season that kid's stories were taking a back seat to those of the normal members of the family. In the ensuing 20 years nary another show with a character like this has been seen.

My friend Cassie Sims pointed out that this phenomenon was very succinctly summarized in a scene from the Ben Stiller movie Tropic Thunder called Never Go Full Retard. The Robert Downey, Jr. character explains that as an actor the impaired character always needs a redeeming quality, like Dustin Hoffman's autistic Rain Man and Tom Hanks athletic Forrest Gump. These fellows both won Oscars for their portrayal but poor Sean Penn who went all the way with Sam was overlooked. Here is the link so you can watch it yourself:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffEdO-UG4ZU


 

I guess that when they get around to making the Susan Boyle movie, whoever portrays her has a better chance at winning the big prize than she did in her own competition. She does indeed have talent, notwithstanding what those dopey voters said. I guess you just can't change people. Sad.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Im Memory


Esther Beyda

Beyda, Esther
79, passed away unexpectedly at home on May 22, 2009. She lived her life as a devoted wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. She spent the last two years as a mentor for students at Sunburst Elementary School, where the children and staff loved her as much as she loved them. Ironically, the woman who refused to sit down and eat her own cooking brought so much joy to those at the table through her classic Jewish recipes. Her family takes comfort that she is now with the love of her life, Sam Beyda, who we lost almost three years ago. She is survived by her son Jack (Mary) Beyda, daughter Michelle (Craig) Anderson, grandchildren Cyndee (Travis) Markel, Suzzanne (Adrian) Ravitz, Brian Stolt, Eric (Shelly) Anderson and Ryan Anderson, and six great-grandchildren. Graveside services will be held at 10 a.m. on Tuesday, May 26, 2009 at Beth El Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made to Hospice of the Valley or ALS Valley of the Sun. We miss you already…give Papa a big hug for all of us.