Monthly Archives: November 2008

You Could Be A Bank!


South of the border, the Treasury Department’s Bailout The Base program is going forward with all the determination of a Gulfstream business jet full of financiers heading to Hilton Head for golf. 

Today, Amex is now a bank holding company, at least according the US Federal Reserve which means American Express can cozy up to the government money teat for a suckle.  Amex is seeking $3.5 Billion in funds to directly invest in financial firms, at least according to the Wall Street Journal. 

One would suppose that if you put a box in your garage and offered to take deposits from the neighbours, you too could be a ‘bank’.  Then you could nipple-up for a couple of Billion dollars in FedBucks and get your own personal bailout. 

Except the lineups are long and you’re too busy trying to pay your bills to actually be a bank.  You don’t have Henry Paulson or Ben Bernanke on your speed dial either, but that’s another issue.

Henry the FrankenFinancier is opening the gates to anyone in The Base, under the direction of President Jo Jo The Idiot Boy and Shotgun Dick.  There’s always some slush in the last days of an administration (viz. Clinton and various pardons) but this is approaching the Department of Silly. 

I’m waiting for Exxon and Chevron to cry poor over the dropping price of crude and cozy up to the Fed for a nice drink of $11 Billion or so.  After all, Exxon and the other Oil Oligarchs have credit cards and since Amex can become a bank, well, come on Dubya, let them in too.   GM, Ford and Chrysler all have credit stuff, so we’ll make sure they get a taste, at least until House sets up its own feeding station.

Don’t forget consultants, like the Carlyle Group, or lobbyists and PAC’s that have a Republican presence, as they’re all hurtin’ in this financial mess.  They need support, as they’re the engine that makes it all work right?  Come on down, with your Republican credentials and get you some! 

Haliburton is sorely being tested these days, what with declining oil revenues and not nearly enough spendin’ in the war.  Heck, make them a bank, right up there with KBR and Blackwater, as y’all need to be keepin’ them terrorists at bay too.  Blackwater Bank.  Has a nice ring to it, I say.  American Heritage Institute Savings and Loan, yep, works for us.

Hail, even make Rush Limbaugh a bank.  Y’all knows his ego can qualify for a local zoning exemption.  Make him a bank and give him a place in the hog pen to find him some God-divined sustenance from the mighty breast of the generous American People! 

If it weren’t for patriots like Rush Limbaugh employing four or five people, well, the whole economy would fold up in a Crawford Texas Minute, so we have to bail him out too.  And give his fat bottom State’s Rights while you’re at it, Lord know’s it’s big enough. 

Henry!  Crank up them presses, we need more dollars over here!

 

Lest We Forget


Remembrance Day, or Veteran’s Day in the US is the day set aside to honour the people who have sacrificed their lives for us.

The statement Lest We Forget has an implied question in it:  Forget what?  What is it that we’re supposed to remember?  Aside from the rote rereading of "In Flanders Fields" and cutting out red construction paper poppies, that question is never really answered in schools as best I can tell, as it is highly fraught with controversy and is emphatically not politically correct.  So, here goes:

In 1914 a world war erupted in Europe between Germany and the Entente, or Allied Powers of Britain, France and Russia.  The reasons were geopolitical and economic if you cut out the bullshit, the overlapping treaties and the treachery, but suffice to say, it was a big war.  Men of both sides, the Central Powers or the Entente, marched off to do their ‘duty’ for their respective countries, under the thrall of the politicians and rulers.

Except the war, which was supposed to be over by Christmas, was the first highly mechanized war with several inventions employed by both sides to efficiently kill each other.  The slaughter was on a scale never before seen and devolved into the stalemate of trench warfare which is nothing more than butchery.  The noble aims of "Beating the Hun" and "For King and Country" went out the window, except when used to bring in more soldiers.

Eventually it came to an end, as the various factions realized that murdering that many soldiers was not going to fix the economy, or settle old political scores.  The resulting treaties, notably Versailles, punished those who lost and rewarded the victors.  Several dynasties, the Hohenzollerns, Hapsburg, Romanov and Ottoman Empires went away and the seeds of dissent were formed in imperial colonies of every side, including Palestine, India, the Trans-Jordan, Iraq and the Pacific. 

Short form, the Great War lead directly, via the Treaty of Versailles and a global Depression, to World War II.  We decided to do it all again and this time managed to remove almost an entire generation from this planet.  The best estimates of war dead on all sides is 50 to 70 million people. 

Since then, we’ve decided that smaller wars, police actions, military assistance, insurrections and revolutions are more our style.  The list is long and bloody.

Our Lest We Forget, comes directly from WWI and John McRae’s poem, In Flanders Fields and speaks to the nobility that was assumed to rest with the Allied powers battling the "Hun" where loyal men from the home country and the colonies were fighting for our freedom.  Historically, the "Hun" also thought they were fighting for their freedom as well, but since we won, we get to write the history and ours was the noble cause.

In modern times, Lest We Forget has, thankfully, changed itself.  Today it is a way to honour the sacrifices that soldiers have made for us and continue to make.

That’s what we’re remembering.  That’s what we’re not going to forget. 

We promise.

The Right Time in November


This is the right time in November to do some calculating.  You see, calculations are things that give you information that you can use.  Why I remember these things is a mystery, but I remember them. 

For example, in the post on Cell Phones and Driving, I quoted a velocity constant:  44 feet per second is the same as 30 miles per hour.  Using that constant, you can figure out how fast you can walk, or how far your car can travel in ten seconds at 60 miles per hour by doing simple math and some eyeball measurements.

Three-Four-Five is a right-angled triangle constant.  If the shortest side of a right angled triangle is 3 feet (or inches, or kilometres) and the second longest side is 4 feet, then the longest side (the hypotenuse) will always be exactly 5 feet.  The angle where the 3 and 4 meet is always a perfect 90 degree angle.  That’s great for laying out a fence, a deck, a garden or a soccer pitch, as you always get perfect 90 degree corners.

Then there is the Rule of Forty.  Forty weeks is the gestation of the Human and you can see that in action around this time of the year.  Humans naturally don’t take exactly 40 weeks to gestate: 39 to 41 weeks is the average. To be precise, November 21st is exactly 40 weeks from February 14th.   

The question you get to answer with this useless piece of knowledge is:  Did your parents celebrate Valentine’s Day in a, um, errr, "traditional" manner. 

If you birthday is between next week and the end of the month, give or take, the answer is probably, well, Yes.  And you are the proof.   

Isn’t math wonderful?  Happy Birthday!

Caribou Barbie Goes Home


Gov. Sarah Palin, the Republican Party’s Vice-Presidential candidate is now the recipient of the garland of garlic from the Republican Party.  Caribou Barbie, or to use her Secret Service code name, Denali is back in Alaska and catching all kinds of flak from every quarter of the the Republican party.

Up front, I thought Palin was a weird choice, but might have been a foreshadowing of the New Republican Party for Change ™ coming forward to take over from the old Regan-era dinosaurs.  I was proven wrong, but that’s the price one pays for having an analog crystal ball, instead of the newfangled digital ones.  However, I wasn’t willing to throw her under the bus in September.  I can live with that.

For a week or so after Palin’s appointment to the ticket, the Republican Reptiles stood her up as a solid, working-class, experienced and able candidate that would make a fine Vice-President right up next to the war-hero John McCain.  They even whispered that if John McCain proved the actuarial tables right, that Sarah Palin had the qualities necessary to make an excellent Commander In Chief.

A couple of weeks later, after she opened her mouth to change boots, notably with Charlie Gibson and Katie Couric, the Republicans kept her in front of crowds:  Palin the Maverick, the new spokesperson of the base, conservative, and family-oriented supporters of the party.  As the campaign wore on, it became patently clear that with her winks, twitches and homespun language that she was designed to appeal to the basest of the base. 

About all Palin didn’t do was to stand in front of an arena of supporters and scream, "You cain’t vote for Obama, ’cause he’s a Neeeegrohhhh."  That was her job and she took it on with a zeal that only the simple, or, the Republican strategists could appreciate.  If nothing else, Palin proves that the Republican party knows what their base supporters want to hear. 

Now that the GOP is shut out of the levers of power, there has to be a goat and it can’t be John McCain.  Never mind that the Republican Party strategists chose Palin.   Never mind that the Republican Party strategists vetted her politics.  Never mind that the Republican Party strategists examined the Palin family for excessive weirdness.  Never mind that the Republican Party bought her wardrobe. 

Never mind that the Republican Party ran Palin through the policy and presentation drills until they were satisfied with her performance.  Never mind that the Republican Party stage managed her events with all the abilities of a well-oiled machine.  Hell, even ignore the fact that the Republican Party kept putting her out front to speak to live humans. 

The same Republican Party, who boosted Caribou Barbie up as candidate for the second-most-important job in the US and with a straight face said she was ready, now is going to blame her fully for the loss.  Which explains the revelations of Sarah Palin meeting with advisors in a bath towel, or cleaning Neiman-Marcus out of clothing on the Party dime. 

(I’m expecting revelations how the party paid for her husband to have a mani-pedi and his back waxed as part of a full manscaping at a frou-frou spa in New York City.  I suspect they sprang for her daughter to get a tattoo on an intimate area that reads "Levi’s Ho" in six inch gothic letters.  I’m surprised they haven’t released the itemized wardrobe list, as I bet there’s some lingerie in there.  It would be fascinating to know if the "Denali Dominatrix" outfit was sized to fit the Vice-Presidential candidate’s form.  I salaciously digress.)

The Republican Party strategists are going to be leaking "Palin" stories for the next few weeks to pin the blame on anyone except themselves:  The ones that chose her, trained her, groomed her and put the words in her mouth.

This is not to say that Sarah Palin isn’t to blame for some of this.  She rose above her level of competence when she became the Mayor of Wasilla, Alaska.  That Sarah Palin is the Governor of Alaska further proves the theory that only the truly incompetent can rise above the "elitist" principles of merit, skill, intelligence or demonstrated ability.

The disturbing part is how Sarah Palin embraced her candidacy.  She seemed to enjoy being the mouthpiece for the race-baiting, mouth-breathing and knuckle dragging segment of the Republican Party. 

That those kinds of people still exist is repugnant.  That the Republican Party was fully willing to wind them up to support their slate of candidates is more evidence that there is far to go.

  

An Open Letter to our American Cousins


Dear American Cousins:  If you noticed yesterday morning that things felt different, trust me, that’s a good thing.  You finally got rid of a couple of hundred years of guilt off your shoulders by selecting Barack Obama as President.  That’s what is probably making you feel a little light-headed right now.  You’ll be fine.

However there are things that are on the event horizon for your country to accomplish in the next while.  With your kind permission, may I suggest a few things that are worthy of your attention?  Thank you.

1:  Take ownership of your Constitution.  Rumour has it, The U.S. Constitution is the basis and the yardstick against which you measure your law.  As best I can tell, by reading it, there’s a few things in there about inalienable rights, government staying the hell out your lives and the separation of Church and State.  Perhaps it is time for a re-read. 

Believe it or not, the U.S. Constitution is kept in Washington, D.C. and can be viewed by regular folks, just like you:  You don’t have to get permission from Homeland Security to see it.  Some schools even teach it to the kids, despite No Child Left Behind.  It isn’t hidden away in the back and, although imperfect, is a good place to start. I’ve even seen it and I’m Canadian.  

A bunch of old white guys wrote the entire mechanism for the whole United States in 1787.  It took them four pages to lay out the entire US on paper, so it isn’t like it is a particularly long or complicated read.  Perhaps all of the existing and most of the new laws that get passed should be kept down to three or four pages.  That keeps laws simple and easy for regular folks to understand.

You can, at least according to your Constitution, change things up a bit, but there are rules about how to do it and the rules were set to be strict, to prevent loons and crazies from taking over. 

The Constitution doesn’t mention things like e-mail, or selling off government services to Haliburton because Bush, Cheney and Rove said so, but the broad strokes are there.  Odds are you could get the Supreme Court to rule, instead of changing the Constitution, but be aware you can change it.

2:  Reach out.  I mean this in a difficult way.  There is a percentage of your population who are very bitter and twisted about the results of the election.  You’re going to have to reach out and remind them that they are Americans, which means they have to be tolerant of other points of view.  They can protest, bitch and whine, but they also have to be respectful. 

You can show them how to do it by listening to their point of view, agreeing where you can, and agreeing to disagree where you can’t. It’s called Teaching by Example. 

Unfortunately most of the bitter and twisted learned by a negative example, so you have an uphill climb here to undo eight years of Bush, Cheney and Rove wiping their feet on your Constitution.  Sorry.  I never said this was going to be easy.

3:  Hold yourself to a higher standard.  This is aimed at the folks coming to Washington.  That means no lobbyist money, or PAC money, or influence peddling.  Have a witness or two with you, or offer to record the meeting.  Influence peddlers don’t like to have anything they say written down or recorded.  It covers your ass and puts the lobbyists on the defensive.

If a lobbyist tries to put the arm on you, tell a reporter or two exactly what happened and make sure the lobbyist gets his or her ass caught in the blades eight ways to sunrise.  Lobbyists are not your friends no matter how nice they seem. 

Oh and for the newcomers to Washington?  Don’t try to hump the staff, Congressional pages, or troll in public washrooms.  Learn from the Republicans on this one and keep it stowed.

4:  Hope, which is what the election was about, is a very fragile thing.  Most folks I’ve talked to are rational enough to know that there will be tough decisions ahead.  As long as it is fair and for a greater good that they understand, then they’ll buy into it.  Grudgingly, but they’ll go along.

One that comes to mind is your $10 Trillion dollar deficit which was brought to you by Bush, Cheney and Rove.  Someone has to pay for it and since the American people voted for them in 2004, it’s going to be the American people who pay for it in 2009.  And 2010.  And 2011. 

Remind your fellow citizens that since they let Bush, Cheney and Rove do whatever the hell they wanted, someone has to clean up.  It isn’t your shit to apologize for, but it is your shit to clean up.  Place the blame where it resides:  Bush, Cheney, Rove.  Frankly, if you could drag that troika into court somewhere a lot of Americans would be happy.

5:  Remember that the whole election was about change.  Change doesn’t happen as fast as you want it to.  Be patient.  Washington is a complete and utter mess and that will take some time to fix. 

It will take some wisdom to decide if it’s a coat of paint or a sledge hammer that is needed.  The SEC comes to mind here, along with the FDA.  Those two agencies are supposed to be looking out for the common good of all citizens, enforcing the rules fairly.  If those two agencies were businesses, they’d have a very bad fire before someone looked too closely at the books.

6:  This one’s for Barack Obama specifically:  Keep reading newspapers, watching TV and listening to the radio.  If your advisors keep telling you it’s sunny outside, look for yourself.  If it’s raining, then something is wrong.  Never be afraid to get out of the car and ask the folks.  President Jo Jo The Idiot Boy happily lived in a Cheney-Rove contrived plastic bubble of euphoria and see where that got the country? 

Try to keep Condi Rice and Colin Powell around.  They’re good folks with good experience and good judgement.  David Paulson from FEMA seems to be smart too.   

The rest of them?  Well, I won’t suggest you should have a large mediaeval catapult set up in the Rose Garden to fling people over the White House to land on the concrete out past the front lawn:  That would be needlessly violent and messy, but would bring a new meaning to the phrase ‘rapid outplacement’.

However, firing the miscreants and taking away their golden parachutes comes to mind.  You could always have the US Marshall Service show up with a "No-Knock" warrant at 3 am then drag them to jail in leg irons and an orange jumpsuit.  I’d watch that on Pay Per View at $40 a show, as it would be better than WWE, even at 3 am.  Use the proceeds to pay down the deficit.

Essentially, Barack, you’re going to have to be part Mahatma Gandhi and part Vlad The Impaler for the first few months.  Do so wisely please.

That’s all she wrote my American cousins.  It will take time and there will be mistakes, but I think you picked the right one this time. 

To paraphrase the man:  Yes You Can.

Cheers!

David

U.S. Results with Mason Baveux


I really didn’t feel like staying up half the night watching the US election results, as it would impact my beauty sleep in a negative way.  Technically, I’d have to have beauty sleep continuously until 2036, so I decided to not risk a late night. 

Instead I sent a case of Red Cap and a mickey of Palm Breeze rum to Mason Baveux to watch and comment on the US Election Results.  Here is his report:

Thanks fer the pops Davey.  And the Palm Breeze pours nice too.

So’s I watched’er come in.  Watched four channels at the same time.  Not that I’ve got four TVs, but I put a new set of batteries in the remote and went from channel to channel every few seconds when the talking heads got too stuffy or started using the big words.

Them TV networks decided to pull out all the stops with so much jeezly technology on the screen that your head started to spin.  On every channel what was doing the election there were bar graphs and whirring things that kept going up, down, sideways and in and out. 

Then there was some crawly thing on the bottom and across the top too.  By the time they finished putting stuff on the screen, you were left with a picture of Katie the size of the Carling’s label.  It made me dizzy so’s I bit the head off another beer weasel and things straightened out fine enough. 

Then they showed some nimrod plugging an extension cord into a lump of coal a half-dozen times.  I think it was a commercial.  When I’d see that come on, I’d take a leak, as you don’t buy beer, you just rent it.

As the first results came in, there was the a race to say if they was good or bad for McCain or Obama.  The maps kept going blue or red depending on how good or bad the news was, then they’d go over to some touchyscreen TV and make things whizz around tellin me that some Rotarian in Buttcrack Vermont voted for Bush in 2004, then voted for Obama in 2008, but used a ballpoint pen instead of a HB pencil, like he was supposed to.

I don’t know where they got their information from, but she scares me that Bill Hemmer or John King can see what my buddy Derek in Defiance Ohio is thinkin as I don’t think Derek has had a straight thought since the forklift hit him in 1989 and he had to move back home to the US to not get health care.

There was a pause from half-past ten to eleven o’clock when the talkin heads come on.  I don’t know all them commentaters, as I don’t follow it as close as Dave does, but they kept sawing and sawing on how McCain was winning in the polls and the popular vote but there were too many real votes for Obama for McCain to win big enough to drive. 

At least that was on the FoxNews what wanted McCain to win.  The other ones, at least the ones that were tryin to be fair and ballanced, kept at it.  The FoxNews stopped at 10 o’clock and said ‘We’re goin home”  Then they run an old Seinfeld with the story about the sofa.

Back at the CNN, come eleven, they just said “She’s done.  Barack Obama’s gonna do it.  Go to sleep.”  They showed the folks in Chicago, all jumpin up and down and cheering like the Leafs had won the cup. 

Johnny Mac came on with the Alaska girl and said a nice speech about trying hard and going forward.  He was polite and didn’t try to bust a chair over someone up on the stage with him, although you could see he wanted to real badly.

After a bit, Barack Obama came on in Chicago, at the park, which was all lit up, just like I was, as it was close to six friggin hours into’er.  He made a nice speech about America is good and told the story about some old doll who was a hundred and six who voted for him.  By then I was startin to nod a bit, so’s I turned it off and went to bed.

This is part where I sums up the election.  Here goes.

First up, John McCain got his arse kicked four ways to Easter.  I coulda told you that was gonna happen when her hired on that Alaska girl named Sarah Palin.  I’m not one to kick a man when he’s down, but jeeze Louise, that about as dumb a draft pick as you could make and still be allowed out on Saturday night for bingo.  Once in a while you’d see John McCain look at her like he’d suddenly found a retarded cousin had come to live with him. 

Every time she opened her mouth, she’d change boots.  Which worried a lot of folks as she’d have the nuclear codes if Johnny Mac cashed his cheque.  I don’t care how nice you are, you don’t give your retarded cousin a box of matches and the Coleman lantern fuel sayin “Go play in the basement for a while.”

Then there was her knocked up daughter and that meatpole she married.  He looked like the kinda guy who’d drive over your foot on a quarter dare then try to take a TIG welder to your arm to see who was tougher.  Course, he’d never go first.  The Alaska girl proved that you can be dumb enough to go into politics and find enough people who were even dumber to vote for you.   

Barack Obama did good enough in his talking.  They kept the gag on Biden during daylight hours and kept him full of rye in the evenings, so’s he wouldn’t cause too much trouble, as Biden’s crazier than a bus full of shithouse rats when he gets near a microphone.  Be that as she be, Obama said a lot of things about change and hope and faith and the people bought into her enough to vote for him. 

Which I think is a good thing, as Americans are smart people most of the time.  They stop takin their medications once in a while, but generally they’re pretty good folks. 

Now they’ve got to unfrig eight years of that Bushie proving that Americans are dumber than arse lint.  Even the Italians were laughing at them half the time, which should tell you something about how messed up America is, or was, with Bushie.

Unfriggin should take Obama a year or two but there’s still the war and the economy in the shitter, which might take a little longer, but he’s got good bench strength, a couple of enforcers and some good defensemen who’ll take care of the power play when they’re short handed.

But at least she’s off to a good start, as long as Obama keeps his stick on the ice.

Thank you Mason, for your always insightful observations of real-politik south of the border.

Finish Hard


We’re down to it south of the 49th and depending on which media spinning outlet you care to listen to, the results are all but counted.

The general call is for Obama to take the big chair, but only just.  McCain, Palin and the Republican National Committee are working the states up for grabs with a fervour only the desperate can muster.  McCain knows his campaign has cratered, especially since Sarah Palin has opened her mouth for anything more than food or lipstick.  The RNC power mongers no longer refer to McCain or Palin as mavericks destined to shake up DC:  They know better. 

What is looking very likely is the RNC will do what is called ‘finish hard’:  It’s a wrestling term.  Greco-Roman Wrestling is real, competitive wrestling, like at the Olympics, not the theatrical wrestling you might watch on the wireless picture device. 

Finish Hard means you’ve already lost on points, but you are going to punish your opponent mercilessly so they remember the match and will not forget the damage you’ve inflicted.  To that end, to finish hard means reduce their ears to red flaps of flesh, ‘inadvertently’ knee their balls into their abdomen, stick a finger in their eye, then try to dislocate a shoulder, or at least a couple of fingers.  You want to make sure the opponent is pulling their singlet and associated lint and threads out of bodily orifices for the next six months. 

That’s what is known as Finish Hard.  It is patently illegal in competitive wrestling, but since the referee can’t see everything all the time, it happens all the time.

About the only nasty trick the RNC hasn’t gone for is calling up The Base and letting it slip that Obama’s inauguration will see Obama swear the Oath of Office on the Qur’an, then run into Pennsylvania Avenue screaming “Where’s all the white women!” 

However, I do expect that rumour to come out on Monday via such sludge monkeys as Rush Limbaugh, Bill O’Reily and a Robo-call phone bank run by the American Heritage Institute.  That kind of action is to be expected from the mouth-breathers.  All the Obama camp has to do is ignore it. 

Unfortunately, there is a component of the right wing that also considers it a done deal that Barack Obama won’t even make it to January 20th 2009 for the Oath of Office.  That speaks to a very disturbing component of the American Psyche that America has to examine. 

In looking at the calendar in front of me, I see that it is November 1st and the year is 2008.  It isn’t 1963.  Trust me, it is perfectly fine for Barack Obama to be President of the United States.  The world will not end.  Toast will still be available on November 5th.  So will the banks, grocery stores, gas stations, bad morning radio and shirts with an inadvertent ink stain on the pocket.  Life will go on. 

Hopefully those who ascribe to the mouth-breathing, racist and violent perspective will climb back under their respective rocks, being deliberately shunned by “Real” Americans who will not tolerate that kind of attitude from a fellow citizen. 

“Real” America isn’t racist.  “Real” America isn’t violent.  “Real” America just wants to move forward and get on with life in a way that is fair for everyone to have a chance. 

That’s all the “Real” Americans want, a fair shot at success in a game that isn’t rigged against them, as it has been for the past several decades under politicians of both parties.

“Real” Americans, if they stop and think for a moment, will vote.  They might even vote for Barack Obama as he’s the candidate who is most likely to give everyone in America, “Real” or not, that chance at the American Dream.