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—and prejudice

I’m not in favor of illegal immigration. I think it’s acceptable for our country to set limits on who relocates here, and how many relocate here. Nevertheless, I can’t think of anything to do with the current anti-immigrant movement than oppose it.
Why? Because if the same number of Latinos entering this country were doing it legally, I’d be fine with it. And there are too many people on the other side who wouldn’t.
Some of them are outright white supremacists and bigots who’ve flocked to the anti-immigration movement like flies on rotting meat. Some are less hate-filled—they simply don’t want that many Latinos around.
I won’t work with category A. And category B are just plain wrong.
I have good, non-bigot friends who sincerely believe that Hispanic immigration represents something totally unprecedented in American history. What I hear when they warn me about it is “blah, blah, blah THE IRISH! … blah, blah, blah THE POLES! … blah, blah, blah THE CHINESE! … blah, blah, blah THE JAPANESE (believe me, warnings about how Mexicans will take over the country are little different from what was said about Japanese immigrants a century ago) … blah, blah, blah THE GERMANS! … blah, blah, blah THE JEWS!”
In short, anything but unprecedented.
Me, I believe that if there is such a thing as American exceptionalism, being a nation of immigrants is part of that. Taking in the poor, the hungry, the huddled masses yearning to be free. People believing that leaving their home for the US will fix everything, if not for them, then for their children.
Being told they’re not welcome, that they’re not fit to breathe the glorious air of freedom, that this country belongs to white people and will fall apart of non-Anglo-Saxons run it (a recurring theme in bigot literature for the past century) is not exceptional, though it certainly is American.

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Pride —

Unlike greed, aka avarice, pride is not always a deadly sin. Or a sin at all.
Pride in a job well done. In raising good children. In doing the right thing. Pride in your craft and in the use of your talents. Pride in being on the right side (admittedly something a lot of people falsely assume).
Without pride in our work, we’re likely to produce crap (the slacktivist blog has discussed this quite frequently, though I don’t have links to specific posts). Without pride in ourselves, we’ll be miserable, believing we’re not good enough, worthy enough, that our evil will outlive us while our good deeds will be interred with our bones.
I see a fair amount of punditry bitching about “self esteem” these days, arguing that by teaching kids that they’re wonderful when they haven’t done anything, we give them inflated egos and an exaggerated sense of selfworth. Maybe, but I think the risk, of leaving them feeling inadequate is a lot greater; as T.H. White once said, it’s dreadfully easy to convince small children they’re horrible.
The flip side, of course, is excessive pride that truly isn’t warranted, as witness this post by Digby. The gist of it is that Wall Street is outraged that Obama has actually criticized them and stated that their antics have contributed to the economic mess we find ourselves in; even though his policies are pro-business and his financial team is drawn from that sector, the Masters of the Universe are outraged that they’re actually not being acknowledged as financial geniuses. That he’s not consulting with them and asking them for their wisdom and advice about the economy (this is not a new theme for Digby, who’s touched on this topic before).
And … why would he? We’re talking about people whose only skill is enriching themselves; they’ve proven so incompetent at managing their companies the government had to bail them out, they’ve helped tank the economy by their financial decisions—what exactly qualifies them to make judgment calls?
But the possibility they’ve made actual mistakes seems to slide right over them (at least based on their public statements). Never mind that there’s absolutely no connection between CEO pay and company performance (according to Business Week, which has tracked this for years), or that they get raises and better stock options even when the companies tank. As Digby puts it, “they also think that mummy and daddy should kiss them on the forehead and tell them that they are good little boys and that they can do no wrong. Even the slightest hint that they may not have behaved perfectly is met with spittling rage.”
Some critics have blamed this on Ayn Rand, by whose code enriching themselves without regard for the effects on anyone else would indeed prove their superior ability. But I think it goes deeper than that. As Nassim Nicholas Taleb points out in Fooled by Randomness, there’s an automatic tendency in people to assume that success links to skill; if you’re making pots of money, that proves you must be better than the hourly wage slaves.
Curiously, the self-esteem police don’t seem bothered by this at all.
I don’t think pride is the word for this. It’s more arrogance, or hubris, both of which would probably fit better as a deadly sin.
In Greek myths, hubris was punished by the gods; if you grew too arrogant, if your reach exceeded your grasp by too much, you’d be brought low.
In the modern system, unfortunately, the game is rigged and the gods are hands off.

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101 in 1,001

You may already know about the concept of 101 things in 1,001 days, an alternative approach to New Year’s resolutions.
I heard about it a couple of years back (it’s been around several years longer, I now know) from a friend who announced she was doing it. Since TYG entering my life had rendered my standard New Year’s resolution obsolete (to find love—had that one for a looooong time), I thought I’d give it a try. I actually had quite a struggle to think of things, but by late January I’d cobbled together a list (I later added a half-dozen items to it at the start of 2010).
As of today, I’m roughly 50 percent finished. Some I anticipate completing (marrying TYG, recertifying for CPR); some I know I won’t (many of the 100 items I planned to sell on eBay stayed behind in FWB when I moved—and I can’t see putting in 100 hours of volunteer time by Sept. 27, 2011); some are up in the air (multiple short stories I still want to finish; taking a course in basic first aid).
And this week I’m going over my list for 2011-2013. The requirements:
•Goals must be realistically attainable, even if a bit of a stretch.
•Goals must not be stuff I already do: Paying off my credit cards every month is a good goal, but I’ve been doing that several years now (ever since a massive work bonus enabled me to wipe out the balances).
•Goals must be measurable. Attending one social event a month is better than “spend time with people in Durham” as an earlier draft put it. The exception being my goal to contribute to the wedding planning and preparation—TYG will be my guide to whether I’m pulling my weight on that or not.
My original set of goals included writing 15 short stories (almost there), finishing several specific shorts (doable) and finishing Brain From Outer Space (iffy at this point). It also included lots of personal stuff with TYG, health-related goals, activities (cook 150 new dishes—done) and odds and ends (read the Bible; read my complete HP Lovecraft volume—first one done, second halfway through).
For the new set, I’m trying not to carry over a lot of items (other than the wedding—that’s big enough to be on both lists). If it’s still reasonably possible to finish an item (the short stories, for instance), keeping it on the old list puts pressure on me to finish it up before the end of September.
I thought that might leave me a few items short, but I came up with goals much more easily this year. Some are TYG related (I want us to play more boardgames—fortunately, she likes the idea), some related to reading (finishing the big millenial edition of Keep Watching the Skies) and quite a few writing goals (it’s becoming too easy to let eHows take time away from fiction—that needs to change). I’ll probably post at least the writing goals some time next week; I keep tinkering and revising the list, so I won’t go into detail before then.

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Greed isn’t good

Given that Oliver Stone’s Wall Street was intended as a biting critique of corporate greed, overreaching and unethical conduct, I wonder if it annoyed Stone that so many free-market worshippers appropriated its best-known line for their own uses?
For those who don’t know, Wall Street has Charlie Sheen become protege to Gordon Gekko (Michael Douglas), a ruthless businessman of much avarice and little principles who at one point tells his audience that “Greed is good”—because it drives men like him to achieve, build companies, and put new products before an audience (or so I remember—it’s been a while).
Given that Sheen ultimately turns against Gekko after discovering he’s destroying the company Sheen’s father works for (and ripping off the pension plan, IIRC), I don’t think we’re supposed to take Gekko’s speech as Stone’s view. But in the years since the movie came out (1987), I’ve seen multiple right wingers make the same Ayn Rand-esque argument: Yes, greed is good! An unregulated free market liberates capitalists and titans of industry to achieve great wealth by providing the greatest good for the greatest numbers. Everyone wins!
As the 23 years since the film have shown, this is balderdash. Greed guts pay for hourly workers so that CEOs can retire from floundering companies with golden parachutes (it’s not their fault the company floundered—they did the best they could in hard times—but it’s always their achievement when the company succeeds). Greed was loan officers at one bank approving mortgages and loans they knew the customer couldn’t repay because that kept the bosses happy and secured their bonuses (seriously, I’ve read an account of one exec who balled a front-line worker out for actually trying to verify a customer’s income). Greed is a pack of incompetent financiers who tank the economy, then continue fighting for their multimillion dollar bonuses.
Don’t get me wrong, the desire for wealth is not a bad thing. Even for more wealth than you need. But greed is a bad thing: When you desire wealth so much you’re willing to screw people over for it—destroy lives, wreck companies, just so you can have more—it’s a destructive force. Which is why avarice (which I think sounds much worse) is one of the seven deadly sins. It no more means a decent desire for wealth than gluttony means merely a healthy appetite (on the other hand, pride and lust can both be positive or negative, so I can’t claim any general rule about the Seven Deadlies here).
By insisting that all greed is good, that desire for wealth always produces positive results, that in the free market greed is a positive factor, free-market conservatives fool themselves. And contributed to the disastrous FUBAR of the current economy. Assuming that the financial industry couldn’t possibly enrich itself at the expense of everyone else was naive (and politically correct).
And equally unfortunately, they’re still insisting the same things: If we just get rid of all those remaining regulations on poor, oppressed corporate America, we’ll create a garden of Eden and a rising tide that will list everybody’s boats.
And we’ll all get a pony too.

P.S. John Rogers, the show runner of Leverage, offers some thoughts on corporate corruption here.

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Happy birthday Fritz Leiber

The Blog That Time Forgot informed me it was Fritz Leiber’s birthday last Friday (unfortunately I only checked the blog this morning). As he’s one of my favorite fantasy/SF/horror writers, I figured I should commemorate it.
I started reading Leiber in my early teens when Ace put out a great many of his books. I liked them. When I became a writer, he was a role model of sorts: Not so much that I wanted to write like him, but I wanted to be that good. And rereading all my books a few years ago, I like him even more.
He’s probably best known for Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser, a pair of rogues he created as a more down-to-Earth version of Conan. Fafhrd (big, burly barbarian) and the Mouser (sophisticated city rogue) rarely play in the big leagues (I’m not sure the fate of the world has ever depended on them the way it did on Conan a couple of times); in one story, “Lean Times in Lankhmar,” they even have to get day jobs (the story also has my favorite line about the decadent city of Lankhmar: Fafhrd knows he’s met a decent man because “He saw him pat a blind deaf-mute on the head when he couldn’t possibly have known anyone was watching.”). His best stuff, though is probably his non sword-and-sorcery work:
•Modern horror stories such as “The Hound” and “Smoke Ghost.” If supernatural powers are psychic projections of the human mind, we won’t find traditional monsters in the modern world: Ghosts are formed of smog; a witch’s familiar is a little black pistol; and instead of a werewolf, we get a feral hound, it’s coat stained with motor oil.
You’re All Alone. Almost everyone in the world is an organic robot, going through life mindlessly; a few people are conscious, but unaware of how their life has been scripted. Then one day, something happens that jolts the protagonist off-script, and he learns the truth … Both this and it’s novel version, The Sinful Ones, are incredibly creepy.
The Big Time is one I appreciated much more on rereading, because I realize how incredibly hard it is to convey the sense of a war raging across time when working on a one-room set (the usual result of such limited setting is “drawing room SF” where everyone talks and nothing happens). Leiber’s success is probably due to his having a theater background—his father was a Shakespearian actor/director (he has a small part in the Charles Laughton Hunchback of Notre Dame) and Leiber lists Lovecraft and Shakespeare as his main influences (rereading his stuff, the Lovecraftianism becomes very obvious). You can see the same influence in his short story “Four Ghosts in Hamlet.”
Other noteworthy novels include The Green Millenium (an oddball satire on fifties America that holds up pretty well), Gather, Darkness (a technocratic theological tyranny confronts a resistance movement of technocratic Satanists), Destiny Times Three (an alternate worlds novel with some interesting ideas that had to be trimmed before publication) and his award-winning The Wanderer, with the then novel idea of watching ordinary, average people cope with a worldwide apocalypse (if I’m ever foolish enough to read The Stand again, I shall use The Wanderer to cleanse my palate).
Oh, and I almost forgot Conjure Wife, dated by its sex roles but still gripping as a college professor discovers that his supposed stunning success on the tenure fast-track is due to the fact that his wife is a practicing witch. And all the faculty wives (and by implication other women) are practicing witches. And when he convinces his wife that this is all crazy and the only sane thing to do is get rid of those talismans she fantasizes are protecting them … (this was brilliantly adapted as Burn Witch Burn; there’s also a more comedic version, Witch’s Brew, starring Teri Garr and a Z-movie version as well, but I forget the title).
I’m not sure quite what it is about Leiber that makes me love him. I’m inclined to say that his stuff is “quirky” but that has overtones of cute and whimsical, which is certainly not it. But there’s definitely something askew about his ideas, coupled with generally excellent execution, that clicks with me.
Leiber certainly isn’t perfect. Some of the sexy scenes in his later books (Swords Against Lankhmar, for instance) come off uncomfortably like a leering old man watching a hot young girl walk by (and not in a good way). A couple of what are supposed to be (I think) “hip” scenes in The Wanderer feel awkward too.
Overall, though, he’s terrific, and I think it’s a shame he won’t have the post-mortem recognition he deserves. He never made the leap to the level of recognition Howard or Lovecraft did (this is not intended as an insult to them—REH and HPL have more than earned their fame), so now that he’s passed on, I think he’ll be rather like Clark Ashton Smith, one of those Old Writers people have heard are good but probably never read. Though with the Internet making so many used books and small presses available at the click of a mouse, it’s a lot easier to find old masters than it was when I was a kid (as I discussed here). So who knows?
In any case, happy birthday Mr. Leiber. Thanks for all the fun.

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All around the world it’s Christmas

Of course it’s also Yule, Hannakah, Eid, Diwali, Kwanzaa, Festivus and Chrismukkah …
But, anyway, I have a ton of stuff I traditionally view this month and between Hulu and recording a lot of it on DVD, I was able to see most of it (forgot, however, that I needed new DVDs of the Sim Christmas Carol and Miracle on 34th Street)

Specials and TV episodes:
ROBBIE THE REINDEER IN HOOVES OF FIRE is the British comedic sequel in which Rudolph’s nitwit offspring shows up to join Santa’s sleigh only to have Blitzen’s scheming undercut him and destroy his confidence. Not A-list, but amusing enough. “Use the nose jump Robbier—the nose jump!”
CHRISTMAS CAROL II: THE SEQUEL was an episode of the George Burns Comedy Show in which Scrooge (James Whitmore) gets a visit from the ghosts a year later and learns that his new generous spirit is causing a whole set of problems for the Cratchitts (Roddy McDowell, Samantha Eggar and Ed Begley Jr. as the grown-up Tiny Tim). This one is definitely first rate. “A pauper’s grave! And they misspelled my name—Ebenoozer Screege, for all eternity!”
HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS—well, what can you say about the triple threat of Boris Karloff narrating, Theodore Geisel writing and Chuck Jones animating? A true classic. “What happened next? Down in Whoville they say/That the Grinch’s small heart/Grew three sizes that day.”
A CLAYMATION CHRISTMAS CAROL is a claymation anthology in which two dinosaurs try to figure out wassailing, Quasimodo conducts the Carol of the Bells and the California Raisins sing about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. A fun one. “Maybe wassail is an old word for waffe?”
WKRP IN CINCINNATTI: Bah, Humbug! is an episode of the classic comedy (if you’ve never seen an episode, I highly recommend Netflixing some—now!) in which three Christmas Ghosts visit a beleaguered radio station manager on Christmas Eve; what makes it s stand out among TV’s many Dickensian episodes is a)it’s a good show all around; b)the acknowledgment of its roots (“This is one of those Christmas Carol-things, isn’t it?”). “The chickens have come home to roost, my friend! The horse has left the stable! The cows have bolted!”
GLEE: A Glee Christmas probably won’t become a perennial but the riff on the Grinch—not to mention a few other Christmas perennials—made for fun viewing. “Elves have awesome blood for stem-cell research.”
EUREKA: O’ Little Town was also a fun Christmas episode as the world’s most scientifically advanced town discovers that a new recipe for fruitcake is causing them to shrink, one scientist devotes himself to duplicating all of Santa’s tricks and the town sheriff insists that mystery guy full of Christmas spirit was really … “This is Eureka—a device is always responsible.”
THE REAL GHOSTBUSTERS: Xmas Marks the Spot has Egan, Ray and Peter (in their syndicated cartoon forms) stumble through a time rift on Christmas Eve where they save some old miser being tormented from three ghosts … and when they return to the present, learn that Ebenezer Scrooge’s campaign against Christmas has destroyed it forever! Can they save Christmas? “I need to think of a title—BAH, HUMBUG! Yes, that would be good.”

And then, movies—SCROOGE (1970) is, of course, Albert Finney’s shot at the grasping, covetous old miser who finds redemption with the help of Judith Anderson’s Past, Kenneth More’s Present and Alec Guinness’s Marley, with Michael Crawford as Cratchitt. Finney doesn’t do a great Scrooge but there are excellent touches, like his fate in the afterlife (“You will be to Satan as Cratchitt was to you.”). “At times our kin appear to be/devoid of wit and pith/But all of us are humorous on/December the 25th!”
THE BISHOP’S WIFE (1947) has Cary Grant as the kindly angel helping Bishop David Niven build a cathedral and restore his marriage, despite having non-angelic feelings for title character Loretta Young. Shows how long the Touched By An Angel tradition has been around, though it also has a lot in common with the My Man Godfrey fantasy of the super-servant fixing your life. This is a bit too sugary for me, but still worth rewatching now and again. (that the edition I taped was picked for TCM broadcasting by Frank Miller of SIN CITY and similar hardboiled material adds to the fun). “Even you, with all your ecclesiastical knowledge, cannot explain this.”
CHRISTMAS IN CONNECTICUT (1945) has beloved homemaking columnist Barbara Stanwyck pushed by publisher Sidney Greenstreet into taking a wounded sailor to her farmhouse for Christmas—a problem since her farmhouse doesn’t exist and her homemaking column is a complete fraud. And that’s only the beginning of the complications … “I opened my mouth, he talked—I felt like Charlie McCarthy!”
HOGFATHER (2006) is the Discworld adaptation that has Ian Richardson’s Death (I had to explain to my fellow viewers one line is an injoke reference to his role in House of Cards) and his granddaughter taking action against sinister forces trying to stamp out Discworld’s belief in the present-bringing Hogfather. Fun, though the scene where Death visits a department store feels like a Miracle on 34th Street retread.
CHRISTMAS CUPID (2010) is a weak Christmas Carol knockoff that actually comes closer to Topper in having the ghost of a drunken starlet try to redeem selfish workaholic Christina Milian by showing how her urge for “trading up” has destroyed her shot at True Love (to their credit, the filmmakers don’t have her just give up on her job when she finds it again). Not one of Dickens’ better adaptations (or Thorne Smith’s for that matter). “I just negotiated with Elton John to rewrite CANDLE IN THE WIND to sing at her gravesite!”
As the title suggests, CHRISTMAS DO-OVER (2010) knows perfectly well that it’s mining familiar ground, but doesn’t do enough fresh with it, as bitter jackass Jay Mohr makes ex-wife Daphne Zuniga’s Christmas the Worst Ever, then do it again, and again … (for a second I thought they’d use the idea that the do-over doesn’t excuse Mohr making people miserable repeatedly, but no). One of those where I think the girl would be better off with the rival (which would be better proof Mohr has grown up than having him win her back). “I heard about one guy who cheated on his wife, then bought her a car for Christmas.”
WHITE CHRISTMAS (1954) is, of course, the story of how hoofers Danny Kaye, Bing Crosby, Rosemary Clooney and Vera Allen wind up falling in love while trying to save an aging veteran’s Vermont inn from going belly-up. Not first-ranked (if it were named Vermont in July, I doubt it would be a perennial) , but given the cast, it can’t help be watchable (but the best moment for me was TYG’s seeing Bing Crosby—”Did they make him up to be that ugly?”). “Imagine that—a girl in show business who wants to get married and raise a family.”
MEET JOHN DOE (1941) has sob sister Barbara Stanwyck save her job by creating a fictitious man ready to kill himself in outrage at the world’s condition, then turn hobo Gary Cooper into her non-existent “John Doe” as a promotional stunt. I can’t help thinking cynical, wiseacre director Preston Sturges could have done so much better with this material—Capra is way too heavy-handed (and condescending) in his praise of the little people and how gosh-darn swell they are and how Cooper is virtually a second Jesus (it’s also weird to have hobo Walter Brennan assert his lifestyle is far superior to such things as regular food, a roof over your head, decent clothes—I wonder how Depression-era audiences reacted to that?). “Of course, you’ll never be able to play pro ball again.”
Finishing off on a win, A CHRISTMAS STORY (1985) once again has Ralphie yearning for a Red Ryder BB gun (“With a thing that tells time!”) as he copes with bullies, soap poisoning, fluffy bunny costumes and Little Orphan Annie’s secret messages. A perennial that deserves to be perennial. “What brought you to this tragic state?”
Seasons greetings to all.

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Three bad things

Bradley Manning, the American soldier accused of giving information to Wikileaks, has been held without trial in solitary confinement for three months. He leaves his small cell for one hour a day. He can’t talk to anyone. And he hasn’t been charged with anything, just held.
And he’s an American citizen.
Not that I think anyone should be held without trial; it’s a violation of a fundamental right. But it’s a useful reminder that all the extreme measures our government would supposedly only use to stop foreign terrorists continually edge closer to standard operating procedure.
•Gov. Haley Barbour, in a recent profile, explained how the Citizens Councils in the 1960s South were really fine, upstanding people and not racists and how there really wasn’t much racial trouble growing up in his Mississippi town. Rick Perlstein grinds Barbour’s nostalgia to dust here.
As I wrote a few months ago, nostalgia for the days when white men ruled America seems to fuel a lot of conservative policy and politics. Barbour’s view of his youth (assuming he’s not out and out lying) seems closer to what Lance Mannion talks about: Some people assume that because their life in the fifties (or whenever) was wonderful (at least in memory), therefore life was wonderful period (I have a seventysomething friend who insists her view the 1950s were Better is objective fact, not nostalgia).
The conviction turning back the clock would fix all our problems is, unfortunately, far more likely to make them worse.
•Christian Science Monitor, my favorite major newspaper, tells us in a headling that “Hugo Chavez Tightens His Grip in Venezuela. Can the U.S. Do Anything About It?”
Not should we do anything; that question isn’t even asked; the article just discusses whether we have any options. That it’s perfectly reasonable for us to intervene in Venezuela if we so choose is taken as a given.
Okay, maybe it is logical. Chavez is left-wing, which means the USSR could use him as a launching pad for attacks on … wait. No USSR left. No vast international Communist conspiracy.
Ah, but Chavez is an autocrat, albeit he’s using constitutional means to increase his power. And the American press hates autocrats—remember when Bush started asserting that he could waive any law or Constitutional rights, we had all those newspaper headlings going “What Can We Do To Stop Bush?”—oh, wait. We didn’t, did we?
But we’ve always, always felt it our duty to defend democracy in Latin America—well, if you discount overthrowing elected leftist governments in Guatemala and Chile, and supporting dictators in Chile, Guatemala, El Salvador and Argentina. Or turning a blind eye to autocracy in our ally, Columbia (for that matter when Mexico was one-party rule for decades, we didn’t say much).
My guess is that Christian Science Monitor is simply reflecting the standard Washington wisdom that we have to do something about Chavez, which stems, I think, from several sources:
–Washington is still populated by aging Cold Warriors whose visceral response to any left-wing government in this hemisphere is hostility. Never mind whether Communism or socialism pose a threat to us in the 21st century, it’s existence has to be stamped out, ASAP!
–Sure, we’re entitled to democracy, Western Europe is entitled to it, but pissant third-world countries? The only rights they have are the ones we give them.
–We are good. Any government which opposes us must be evil. This was also an attitude formed in the crucible of the Cold War where we and International Communism were assumed to be in an apocalyptic clash where whatever we did was justified by our enemy’s vileness.
–The only real sin a foreign government can have is refusing to obey us.
Sure, plenty of people in Washington will scream about Chavez’ power grab—and he certainly is grabbing power. But we had no problems with Guatemala not only operating as a dictatorship but killing thousands of natives in a campaign of genocide (Americans there have also alleged the CIA participated in torture). Or El Salvador murdering nuns and priests who did evil things like teaching the peons to read. Or pretty much any other despot so long as they kowtow to their masters.
The standard right-wing response (in fairness, also echoed by some liberals) to such criticisms of our bloody history in South America (brilliantly parodied in the mockumetary Tribulation 99) is that well, it’s very nice for me, sitting at home, to demand the moral high-ground, but America has to live in the real world! We have to be pragmatic, and that means dealing with nasty people in our own self interest!
Jeane Kilpatrick, former UN ambassador once expressed it this way: Right-wing governments are more stable because they don’t try to fix injustice, redistribute wealth or help the poor, all of which create instability; all they want is to leave the power structure as it is, except with themselves on top. Sure, the poor will get screwed over even more, and regime enemies will die horribly, but you can’t create a stable society without breaking a few skulls, right?
This is, of course, not only hideously immoral, it’s nowhere near as smart and realistic as Kilpatrick and her ilk like to think. We pragmatically supported Saddam Hussein and ended up fighting two wars against him; we pragmatically supported Noriega in Panama and fought a war against him; we pragmatically supported the Afghan resistance to the Soviet invasion which transformed into al-Qaida (we also turned a blind eye to Pakistan getting nukes because we needed them, pragmatically, to support the Afghans).
Yes, we have to do business with nasty people and ugly nations—but there’s a difference between dealing with them and actively supporting them against legitimate pro-democracy movements or assuming that their enemies are our enemies. There’s a big difference between dealing with them and overthrowing a legitimate government to put them in place.
There’s also a huge difference between being “pragmatic” and “screwing other nations over to put a few more millions into American pockets.”
So no, even if we did have a way to take Chavez out, we shouldn’t.
As the blogger hilzoy once put it on Obsidian Wings, “Devastating a country for the sake of keeping one set of thugs in power and another set of thugs out of power is not worth it.”

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A Howell is never wrong! Cut off a piece and make it fit!

Political correctness is a concept with a lot of potential—that goes unfulfilled.
The term (in anything close to its current usage) dates back to left-wing ideological discussions in the early seventies, or so I’ve read; being only 13 in 1971, I didn’t participate in a lot of radical activism (heck, about two years earlier, or so I’ve been told, the school district was still checking guys hair with a ruler to make sure it wasn’t going too hippy—yes, Fort Walton Beach was that conservative). This was parodied in a comic-strip in the early eighties (IIRC) in which the politically correct protagonist insists he can’t call a nine year old girl a girl; when she objects to “woman,” he settles on “pre woman.” In other words political correctness meant obsessive fuss about what political dogma says is correct, regardless of whether it works in the real world.
This concept penetrated into the mainstream in the eighties, but not in a good way. Rather than satirizing the “pre woman” kind of thinking, it became a shorthand for anything that was liberal or deviated too far from a white, conservative male norm. Female sidekick to Prince Valiant in an eighties cartoon? Politically correct! Never mind it was on a conservative Christian channel (or that even the authentic legends of Charlemagne had a female knight in them).
And then it mutated into its really ugly form where “politically incorrect” has become some sort of shield for racism—asserting that blacks are inherently stupider than whites only offends people because it’s “politically incorrect” for example (speaking for myself, I’m offended because I really loathe racist arguments cloaked in bad science).
What conservatives don’t want to admit is that political correctness—in the sense of adhering to dogma that doesn’t fit reality—is a universal concept. As witness that conservatives cling to The Truth regardless of the fact it isn’t: Tax cuts always create more revenue and boost the economy! The free market regulates without government intervention (tell that to the people who died of tainted peanut butter a few years ago)! Government is never the solution, always the problem (of course, if they really believed that they’d be a lot less enthused about government that tortures people and, under Obama, orders American citizens executed without trial).
Which is why, back in my Destin Log days, I often made use of the phrase “conservative political correctness” or “libertarian political correctness”—it’s a term that helps people understand what I’m targeting even if they’re not used to seeing it in that context (or possibly they just scratched their heads and thought I’d given them an oxymoron). I’d like to see it used more in that context, and less in the racism-is-political-incorrectness vein.
The extreme PC wing are the serious Marxists and the hardcore objectivists, who have more in common with each other than they’d think. Both are acolytes of secular prophets who revealed The Truth, and reality must be made to conform to it. I knew Communists in college in 1980 who assured me that the USSR had not, in fact, invaded Afghanistan. Likewise, I’ve read objectivist columns explaining that the United States is so noble that it has never taken or conquered land belong to anyone else, which is bull even if you discount the Native American tribes (and objectivists do—Ayn Rand having dismissed the tribes as savages who had no right to their own land, they have no choice but to agree.
Oh, the title of this piece? Back in an old Gilligan’s Island episode, the castaways are trying to piece together a stone-age map that will show them how to catch a current taking them off the island (except as it turns out, it’s a record of how the tribe arrived on the island, not how it was going to leave). When the Professor tells Mr. Howell that his attempt to put the pieces together is wrong—well, Howell insists that the reality should be rejiggered to fit his opinion.
And that sums up political correctness of any stripe.

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Good and bad

Finished up six more of the $40 eHows today. And I have 14 to go for next week (that spigot dries up after that); tomorrow, as noted, will be a holiday (hopefully we can get some shopping done before the anticipated weekend snowfall).
And Who Watches the Watchmen will be ready go to by the end of next week. I’m pleased with it.
However, I’m annoyed that, as often happens, when I slow down too much, my other projects lose focus. I haven’t written any of Brain From Outer Space this month, haven’t done any query letters, haven’t worked on any non-series short stories. That time always gets squeezed (I actually have the time, but given a choice between work and snuggling with TYG …).
But on the other hand—did I mention my movie book came out? 🙂
In any case, here’s the latest eHow list:
• How to Liquidate a 401k
•How to Freeze Credit Reports in Wisconsin
•How to File a Corporate Annual Report
•When Does Durable Power of Attorney End?
•How to Trademark the Name of a Living Person
•Chapter Seven Income Restrictions
•How to Sign a Check as an Executor of an Estate
•What Are the Benefits of Being a Pescatarian?
•Washington State Tenant Rights – Turning Over the Key
•Laws Covering Quitclaim Deeds in Illinois
•What Makes My Home Appraise Higher?
•Texas Requirements for Nonprofit Businesses
•Summary Judgment & Foreclosure
•How to Calculate Brand Value
•How Long Should it Take for the Bank to Respond to a Short Sale Offer?
•Missouri Bankruptcy Rules •
•Tenant’s Rights in California, United States
•Academic Qualifications Required to Be a Cardiologist
•The Average Cost of Filing for Bankruptcy
•Are Judgements Removed in Chapter 7?
•What Does Chapter 7 Bankruptcy Mean in the State of Alabama?
•Do I Need a Business License if I Sell My Paintings?
•How Long Is an Automatic Stay for Chapter 13 Bankruptcy?
•Can You Lose Your House Due to Credit Card Debt?
•What It Takes to Become a Paralegal
•How to Allocate a Portion of a Rental Property Used for Personal Use
•How to Claim Business Expenses on Taxes
•How to Transfer Assets Into Trusts
•Living Trusts In the State of Washington
• Kentucky Laws on Tenant Rights
•Foreclosure Eviction Law in Georgia
•How to Terminate a Lease Because of Roaches
•New York Nonprofit Corporation Law
•What to Do When You Receive a Foreclosure Summons
•Evictions Due to Landlord Not Paying Mortgage in California
•Judicial Foreclosure Law in the State of Washington
•What to Include in a Business Budget
•Allowable Assets for Chapter 7 Bankruptcy in Minnesota
•What Income Is Exempt From the Chapter 7 Means Test?
•What Is a Plaintiff’s Motion for Summary Judgment in a Foreclosure in Florida?
•Warranty Deed Requirements in Michigan
•About the Mutual Reward Theory
• How Does Paying Off Credit Cards Affect Your Credit Score
•Questions About Owning Vs. Renting a Home
•How to Refinance & Consolidate a First & Second Mortgage
•How to Assert a Trademark
•Is It Safe to Refinance?
•When Should You Refinance to Consolidate Credit Cards?
•How to Invest in Real Estate in Okaloosa County, Florida
•How to Get an Honest Appraisal of Old Coins
•Will the Bank Accept a Short Sale Offer?
•How to Change a Florida Property Deed to Tenants by Entirety

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Books

Since my movies are all Christmas movies, I’m saving them for a Christmas viewing post, so … A TALE OF TIME CITY was Diana Wynne Jones first SF novel (for various reasons, I wonder if it isn’t a Doctor Who riff) wherein a young Brit girl sent out to the country during the Blitz is kidnapped by a couple of kids mistakenly convinced she’s the one person who can save Time City from a temporal collapse. Unusual for being at least partly set in real history (Jones has admitted she can’t get into the minds of people outside her own time—but as she lived through the Blitz, I guess this would be an exception) and a protagonist who doesn’t really have any of the personal or family issues so many DWJ lead characters do. In any case, works much better than when I first read it.
Having read several of Amanda Hemingway’s recent works, thought I’d explore her first—PZYCHE is a young woman growing up in near total isolation on the fringe of the universe, only to have her world shaken by the arrival of the sister she never knew, a strike force hunting the Ultimate McGuffin and handful of nominal good guys trying to stop them. Nicely written, but not quite strong enough—for one thing, Pzyche’s one of those heroines whose job is solely to inspire the men to do everything.
GHOSTS AND GHASTLY THINGS is a Ramsey Campbell collection that shows, as he notes in the intro, that he doesn’t want to repeat himself—thus along with straight terror we get quirky black comedy (“McGonnigall in the Head”), social drama (“Where they Lived”) bizarre mind-games (“A Street Was Chosen”) and the acid-trippish “Through the Walls.” Not entirely successful as a result, though the best ones (“A Street was Chosen” and the creepy “Welcomeland”) are certainly fine
100 BULLETS: Hang up on the Hang Low has Agent Graves’ pick a black teen for his latest project, giving him the chance to murder his estranged father (and a former Minute Man) with one of the untraceable guns. Instead, the kid winds up bonding with the father, then taking drastic action when Dad winds up dead. Stock in many ways, but still pretty absorbing.
GREASE MONKEY by Tim Eldred is an excellent graphic novel set in a future where genetically accelerated gorillas work alongside humanity in the space program; the protagonist is a teenage geek and mechanic who winds up getting mentored by a gruff gorilla technican. Quite charming—I hope we get a sequel some day.

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