Category Archives: Social Constructs

The R Word


We’re going to go there.  The R Word means Race. 

Race can be talked about, openly, by grownups, as long as one is respectful, supportive, honest and inclusive, which is exactly where we are going to stay, but expect some mild discomfort along the way.

Specifically we’re going to talk about the obvious observation, that Senator Barack Obama is black.

There.  We said it.  Notice the planet is still revolving, gravity still applies, buildings have not fallen over, there has been no rain of flaming frogs from the sky and George W. Bush is still depriving a small West Texas village of their idiot.

The Pundit and Poll Trolls have been talking about something called The Bradley Effect as a shy code-word for a phenomenon where people tell pollsters how they’re planning to vote, but doing something else when confronted with the pencil, voting lever, chad puncher or computer doodle on an actual ballot.

To truly simplify The Bradley Effect and strip away what is being implied, hang onto your socks, here it is:

Will white people actually vote for a black man for the office of President, in America, in November 2008?

There.  We said it.  Out loud.  No sugar coating, no indirect obscure references and no coy batting of eyelashes. It is a difficult question that should make you uncomfortable, especially if you’re white. 

(Disclosure:  I’m so White that White people point at me and say “Who’s the White Guy?”  Technically, I’m English-Scottish-Irish-Welsh-American cross-bred with several generations of Ottawa Valley hillbillies.  I rest my ancestral case, M’lord.)

So there sits the question.  For the majority the answer is “Hell, Yes, we will vote for Barack Obama as he is the right person for the job.” 

However, there is that percentage that will not vote for Obama.  Not because Barack Obama is the wrong person, or inexperienced, or any number of disagreements with policy, but who will not vote for Obama because he’s Black. 

Now, how does that make you feel?  Do you feel queasy or lightheaded?  Sit down for a bit and take a few breaths, you’ll be fine. 

We all belong to various races, as race is a taxonomic term that groups very broad physical characteristics by commonality as a short-form descriptor.  Caucasian, African, Semitic, Nordic, South Asian, Asian, Aboriginal, Innu are all terms that describe the collection of physical traits associated with a race.  Ninety-nine percent of the genetics are the same, but we needed a way to describe a Samoan and a Swede in the same sentence.

Unfortunately, the term “race” has been corrupted to include politics, nationality, affiliations and behaviours real or imagined associated with that race, in a hurtful and discriminatory way.  That’s why you are feeling uncomfortable now.  “All Elbonians are horse thieves” is an example of a negative racial statement.  (It’s wrong too:  All Elbonians are goat ropers, not horse thieves.  I’m kidding, relax.)

Now that we’ve defined our terms we can come back to the core question.  Does race matter in the US Presidential Election?

My answer is a very simple No, as race is the dumbest reasons to vote for or against someone.  The potential that any sensible human would even consider voting based on race is repugnant to me as it calls to all the worst aspects of the human animal.  Race voting precludes thinking for yourself and succumbing to very dangerous and very stupid fears.     

However, there is a percentage, who vote, who don’t use their brain as anything other than a spacer to keep their ears from touching in the middle of their skulls.

These include people who insist that only small town America is patriotic, or their policy is going to benefit Joe SixPack and Joe the Plumber and The Real America, whatever the hell that is.  This includes pundits who point to The Bradley Effect as a way for some people to vote by race and feel OK about it. 

This also includes commentators who claim that Colin Powell endorsed Barack Obama solely on a dermal melanin percentage.  This also includes the perpetrators of the Barack “Osama” typographical “mistakes” and the hundreds of other petty, dumb beasts out there.

They’re playing a fear card and a race card in the ugliest way possible, by indirect inference.  They don’t have the courage of their convictions to stand up and be direct about their beliefs.  I’ll give swine like George Wallace and Bull Connor one point for being straight-up Honest-to-God Racists:  At least you knew where you stood with them.

The sleaziest and scummiest are the ones that mouth the pieties of America out of one side of their mouths, while doing a Zarrow shuffle with the cards and getting the Ace of Spades to magically appear every time.  These are fear-mongers of the worst kind.  The kind who stoop to using race as they know they can’t win any other way. 

We still have that question sitting out there don’t we? 

Will white people actually vote for a black man for the office of President, in America, in November 2008?

I have my answer:  I truly hope that white Americans will vote for a black man for President.  He’s the right person for the job.

Now, you have your say.

 

How To Get Even With Wall Street III


Using the concept of Quo Bono? (Who Benefits?) regarding our personal spending, we can choose to spend our hard-earned money in such a way that it benefits our local community by deliberately choosing local stores, services and businesses.

Why local?  If your city, town, village, hamlet or unincorporated rural municipality isn’t working, then it isn’t a nice place to live, bring up your kids, work, retire, or simply hang out in, then your life sucks.

Why should your life suck? 

Employed, reasonably prosperous people with a half a shred of hope tend not to engage in looting, shoplifting, arson, vandalism, drug turf wars, drive-by gun play, selling their bodily orifices for money, or opening arbitrage accounts.

Working communities are very resilient when things go wrong, as they know they can rely on each other.  Working communities are not afraid of change.  Working communities are willing to offer a hand up, not a hand out, when times are bad. 

Working communities encourage citizens to say things like “No” or “Piss off” when offered the new and improved, change you can believe in, more convenient, more economical, larger, faster and better as determined by Wall Street and Big Corporations.

Best of all, working communities scare the crap out of politicians, Wall Street and Big Corporations, as it demonstrates the potential for citizens to actually think and act together, instead of being lead around like cattle. 

Therefore, change must come locally first.  Wall Street and Big Corporations do not care about where you live.  You do.

Second, the political class in the US and Canada are as a group, a bunch of lying sacks of shit who will say anything and do anything to get their lips on the money teat.  Unfortunately, we cannot legally euthanize them for the good of society as we would rabid raccoons, chickens with avian flu or cows with Bovine spongiform encephalopathy.

Remember that Wall Street got its bailout from politicians.  Did you get a piece of the $700 Billion?  Did you get invited to a spa day and management retreat after declaring bankruptcy, like the folks at AIG did?  Do you have a Gulfstream V business jet at your beck and call?  Is Henry Paulson on your speed dial?

Did your bank call up out of the blue, to give you a couple of months to rearrange your finances and renegotiate your mortgage to a better payment plan that recognizes the way the economy is going?  Did someone from Wall Street offer to share their bonus with you?

Me neither.

We should ensure that those responsible for dumping us in this mess get their attitudes adjusted.  The least offensive way is to take away their money and power. 

Politicians need an attitude adjustment and the only one they understand is being voted out of office.  Wall Street and Big Corps?  The only way you can adjust their attitude is to deprive them of money and their buddies in power.

All politics is local.  I didn’t say that, Tip O’Neil said it and he was absolutely right.  Even in national elections with a global focus, what happens in your community is what matters.  Promises of ‘prosperity’ and ‘change’ are just promises, unless the politicians are very specific about what, locally, is going to change.  Promises don’t put money in your pocket, groceries on the table, or jobs in the community.   

Politicians at the local, state, provincial and federal levels need to fear that your community is watching them closely and will use the ballot box and the media to keep them in line.  That’s how lobbyists do it.  They engender fear in the politician that the lobby group will contribute massive amounts of money to the opposition if the politician doesn’t play ball.

Which is why we come back to working, local, communities.

Now you have the secret of Quo Bono.  It isn’t actually to slap Wall Street and Big Corporations upside the head, no matter how tempting. 

Quo Bono is designed to change the whole game by changing the political landscape, by changing the local landscape, by taking money from Wall Street and mindfully spending it locally where there are real benefits, not benefits for Wall Street.  OK, we do get to slap Wall Street a bit, but not the way they deserve it.

Conclusion?  When you put your hand in your pocket to pay for something, ask yourself; Quo Bono?

The rest will come.

How To Get Even With Wall Street II


The crux of How To Get Even With Wall Street is taking a fraction of a second before you buy something and asking yourself Quo Bono (Latin for Who Benefits).  Who Benefits from me giving them my hard-earned money? 

If the answer is a big faceless corporation, then should your money come out of your pocket?  Quo Bono means giving your money to local organizations, businesses and groups, where possible.  If you want to be precious, call it Mindful Spending.

The thesis is this:  Wall Street and Big Corporations do not care about you, where you live, your family, your friends, your neighbours, or what you do.  This is obvious, as the $700 billion dollar bailout shows.  That’s where we’re coming from.  Wall Street and Big Corporations hate us, but they need us, as we supply their profits.

The second part of How To Get Even With Wall Street is knowing that the system is rigged for Wall Street’s benefit.  Fine, our politicians let us down, but if the system is rigged, let’s find a way, using that knowledge, to deprive Wall Street of some of your money, with little or no impact on your own life.  Let’s bring the benefits of our money closer to home.  Let’s focus on where we live and work and exist. 

Individually, we can choose who gets our money when we buy things.  There’s no barter, or other weird economic voodoo setting up a parallel economy in Quo Bono.  There is no website, membership cards, t-shirts, buttons or secret handshakes.

You can think for yourself and don’t need to be ‘organized’.  You know where your wallet is located and how much money is in it.  You don’t need someone to manage your buying decisions. 

We both know that consumer boycotts don’t really work.  Wall Street doesn’t give a fig if consumers rise up. Even the Cesar Chavez – California Grape Boycott was spotty in its results, as enough people bought grapes to keep the growers in business.  Sorry folks.  We know it is almost impossible to opt-out of the economy, but you can use your money strategically.

Quo Bono is pragmatic, from the standpoint of knowing for some things, you have no choice:  Credit cards and pharmaceuticals come to mind.  There are no local (or regional) credit card companies, or pharmaceutical companies.  It sucks, but that’s what we have to work with.

What does work is individual action, which is at the heart of Quo Bono. 

When you go to a local store, tell the manager that you are actively choosing to give them the sale, instead of a big box store.  Something along the lines of: 

“I’m here to buy things because I know you and your store is part of our community and you do things for us.  I appreciate that, so you’re getting my money.  I’m looking for a…” 

I’m willing to bet that the local store owner or manager has never heard anything like that in their entire retail career.  You will probably get exceptional service, or at least a sincere thank you. 

You are clearly telling the store that you are mindful of how they behave and what they do for the local community and are very deliberately with malice aforethought, choosing that store, instead of some Wall Street corporation.

So, let’s go back to the previous post and add some extra content:  Creative Complaining.

Creative Complaining is a polite, straightforward and legal method of communicating with Wall Street in a way that leverages the gamed system. 

Large corporations spend millions tracking consumer behaviour.  The PR Rule of Thumb is one complaint = ten unhappy folks who didn’t take the time to complain, but are still unhappy.  However, consumers very rarely complain, or spend strategically.  We just do our thing and keep our frustrations inside knowing that ‘things will never change’.  Sound familiar?  Now, let’s use that expected behaviour to our benefit. 

Take tomatoes for example.  Have you ever gone to the supermarket manager and very politely asked for more in-season local produce from local producers?  Why not?  Theoretically, that store manager is supposed to give you ‘service’ that makes you feel good enough to keep coming back to that store.  The manager is allegedly on your side. 

But the store manager isn’t (or very, very rarely) compensated on service.  He or she is compensated on salesThat’s how the system is gamed:  Move your mouth with the ‘service’ platitudes to distract the customers, but if your sales aren’t going up, you get your head handed to you on a platter.

Back to our example of asking for local produce:  The answer from the manager is usually “We get what head office sends us.  Sorry.” 

You now have a choice to make, a Quo Bono decision.  Since the supermarket is not supporting local farmers and the local economy, do you want to give that supermarket your money?  No is a good answer, but there is another step:  Tell them why.

There are three levels of complaint that you could use:

Polite:  “Then I’m not buying tomatoes today, as I don’t want what you have.  Mr. Manager, you’ve lost a sale.”

Mildly Grumpy:  “That’s not the answer that you should give me.  I am a customer in your store, who spends money here.  Please request local produce from your head office.  I am not buying what you have today and you have lost a sale.” 

Dave Grumpy: “Since you haven’t offered to complain to head office for me and request more local produce that benefits our community, then I choose not to give you my money for groceries today.  Here’s your shopping cart back.  Thank you.” 

Then walk out.  Leave your half-filled shopping cart in front of the manager and walk out the door. 

There is no law that says you can’t change your mind in mid-grocery shop, especially if the manager is not being responsive to your needs.  If Mr. Manager wants to call the cops, let him.  The cops will laugh until they drop their coffees and their Tasers.   

I’m willing to bet that the Manager will tell his supervisor: “Murray, I had four customers walk away this week!  And two more ripped me one for not having local friggin’ tomatoes!  WTF?”  Using the PR formula, six lost sales = Sixty unhappy customers who didn’t hand over the money.  Yikes!  That’s a bottom line shot.

You might get more local produce, or not, depending on how responsive the head office is.  If they’re not responsive, then don’t give them your money. 

If you want to ratchet it up a notch, tell the store manager that you will shop at the competitors, as they carry local stuff:  Competition also scares the crap out Wall Street because a competitor means that store isn’t getting all the money that your and your fellow shoppers have to spend.  You are spreading it around, mindfully, and that cuts into sales. 

Sales are what matters.  Not service, not happy customers, not well-stocked shelves.  Sales.  Dollars.  Your dollars.

Another example:  Self-Serve, U-Scan or Customer-operated checkouts.  When a self-serve lane was put in the supermarket where I used to shop, I tried it a few times.  I found a manager and asked if I get a discount for dong the work the store used to do.  He laughed and said that no, U-Scan is the same price.

So, I do the work and I get what?  Convenience?  Actually, an average cashier can scan my stuff and bag it up faster than I can.  I know this to be true as I timed it, more than once.  Try it yourself.  How many items can an average cashier zip over the scanner in 30 seconds, compared to how many you can scan in 30 seconds?  The cashier wins every time. 

(Self-serve checkouts are designed to go slower than a cashier, as the technology weighs each item and also weighs the carousel where the bags are hanging.  If you go fast, like a cashier, the system stops you.  The U-Scan technology compares physical weights at the pre-scan and in the bag area.  If the weights don’t add up then something is wrong and the machine screams at you.  Supposedly this ‘reduces shrinkage’ and mis-scanned items, as the machine assumes you are trying to steal stuff by going faster than the machine wants you to.)  

If the store gave me 2% or 3% off the total for doing the work, I’d consider using a U-Scan or self-service checkout, but that isn’t going to happen as it cuts into the store profits.

I found the manager a few weeks later and said “I will not use your self-serve checkout, as you are not making it worth my time.  In addition, self-serve means you can lay off people, who need their jobs.  You’re doing nothing for me or my community with your ‘convenience’.  Please tell head office.  Thank you.”

I didn’t yell, scream or act self-righteous.  I chose a course of action and made sure that the manager knew what I am doing and why. The Manger looked at me as if I had just broken the secret code:  U-Scan is a way to lay off employees and increase store profits.  It isn’t more convenient.  It isn’t faster.  It actually hurts the local economy by putting people, who need those jobs, out of work.

But the store and head office promote it as ‘convenient and fast to save you time in your busy day’.  Quo Bono?  Not you, not me and not your local community.

The third part, which includes more creative complaining, will show you a couple more ways to beat the system, by using the gamed system to beat Wall Street over the head with their own hammer.

How to Get Even with Wall Street I


In doing some thinking and some reading I think I have come up with a way to get even with Wall Street.  The reason I want to get even with “Wall Street” is simple: Wall Street is a shorthand for the big corporations who have jiggered the game with willing politicians to get around their collective responsibility for our financial mess. 

Plus, we’re not allowed to talk about the physical, emotional, cultural and social mayhem that would result in the population rising up and taking control back from politicians who should be driven naked through the streets at the sharp end of a bullwhip.  So, we won’t go there, or even suggest it.  That would be wrong.  

I’m calling it the Quo Bono Moment.  Quo Bono means, approximately, Who Benefits, in Latin. 

Here’s the nub of it.  When you go to reach into your pocket to pay for something, ask yourself, “Quo Bono?”  Who Benefits from me making this purchase?  Where does my money go?  Does it go to people, or things, or organizations that have my best interests at heart?  Will this money I’m handing over provide benefit to where I live?  Or does this money, that I’ve busted my hump to earn, go to some faceless anonymous corporation to piss all over the place like an incontinent raccoon?

(Before you go off on a “He’s a gol-durn Socialist” rant, I think profit is good.  Very good, in fact.  I just choose to be mindful of who benefits from my contribution to their profit.)

An example or three, should suffice.  Tomatoes.  You can buy tomatoes from just about everywhere in the world at your supermarket.  Costa Rica, California, Chile and sometimes, local growers.  You know that they all taste more or less the same and the prices are more or less the same.  But somewhere in there is a Quo Bono moment that should help your decision regarding which tomatoes to buy.

Tomatoes from Costa Rica have travelled thousands of miles and were probably grown by some peasant getting a dollar per ton of finished product.  Someone in the supply chain is making a lot of money and it isn’t the grower:  The system is gamed to screw the grower and keep them poor. 

Therefore, do you want to give your money to a middleman who is raking in gobs of profit for doing nothing except arranging long distance shipping?

Or, do you want to give your money to a local farmer, who actually makes more per pound, as he or she doesn’t have to ship the tomato 1200 miles through some broker and middleman?  Who is more deserving of your money?

In a perfect world, it would be the organic, local grower who also lives in the local economy, employing people, buying things, paying taxes and contributing to the economy.  Ideally, I’d be buying from the farm gate, but that isn’t always practical at 9:30 at night when you want a sandwich. 

Quo Bono is, if nothing else, pragmatic.

Gasoline is another Quo Bono moment.  Honestly, it is.  Yes, the gasoline comes from a petroleum oligarchy that is determined to screw you as hard and fast as it can, as frequently as they can.  This is hard to change, but you can still nudge the ship around.  Don’t give money to a gas station that is owned by the oil companies.  Those are called O&O (owned and operated) stations, as in O&O’ed by the corporate head office. 

If you want to buy brand-name gas, look for a station that is a franchisee.  A local franchisee.  Look for a station that has a garage attached to it, as odds are the operation might be owned by someone you can walk up to and talk with. 

Yes, that local franchisee makes a pittance on the fuel you buy, usually in the realm of 2 to 3 Cents per litre, but that 2 to 3 cents is important.  That profit the local franchisee makes, although small, is going to feed and house the family, pay taxes, put the kids in school and, if profits are good, might even allow that local dealer to sponsor a softball team next summer. 

The O&O store?  The local community gets sweet Foxtrot Alpha.  Don’t believe what the head office says.  They are not involved in your community.  Sure, they hire two people and pay them minimum wage, but that’s where it stops.  The profit the O&O makes goes into a big pile in Houston for the executives of the oil company to roll around in while naked.  (I’m making that up, but it isn’t too far-fetched as executive compensation.  Ask the folks at the Department of Energy)

There are holes in Quo Bono and I’ll be the first to admit it.  We don’t have a textile industry, or a cotton industry any more.  The footwear industry is gone, along with office furniture, televisions, consumer electronics and a big piece of the steel industry.  It is harder to buy strategically when entire industries have disappeared, but it can be done.

As an example, the big screen TV you want to buy.  Televisions are no longer made in North America.  They are made in China, Korea, Taiwan and less so, Japan.  You could buy that big screen at any one of the big chains.  You know who they are:  The Smiley Face Place, The Bulls-Eye, The Yellow Price Tag, or any of the regional chains. 

Assume you’re at The Smiley Face Place and are ready to put your hand in your pocket to pay for the big TV you want.  Stop and think: Quo Bono?  Answer: A Big Corporation. 

Could you buy the same big TV at a local store?  Probably, assuming you have any local stores left.  Would the local dealer (Crazy Ernie’s?) price be the same as The Smiley Face Place?  Probably not, but a price difference of $20 on a $1,200 item is less than 10 percent. 

That 10 percent difference means that a local business, (who might even deliver your big TV, set it up for you, as well as take away the box and your old TV for a nominal fee) gets to stay in business, employing people like your neighbours, paying taxes and contributing to your local economy. 

(If that extra $20 on a $1,200 item is going to bankrupt you, then you don’t need the TV:  Try buying your kids some food and clothes.  Pay the back rent on the trailer before you’re evicted.)  

There are places where Quo Bono does not work.  There are no ‘local’ or ‘regional’ credit cards:  They’re international Big Corporations.  Insurance is Big Corporations, but a few still have local brokers:  Try a local broker.

Banks generally are Big Corporations, but many have local branches that employ a few people.  Go into the branch and actually use a teller (pardon, Customer Service Associate) instead of online banking or the ATM. 

I’ve found at my bank, when confronted with a long line at the ATM’s, that even a pudding-headed teller can deposit my cheque to my account faster than I can, waiting in line to use the ATM.  Going to a teller contributes to the usage statistics of the live humans employed by the bank.  Higher usage statistics means a few more branches might actually remain open, employing people.  I not only save time, but I screw the bank out of the ATM ‘convenience’ fee, which feels really nice. 

The objective of Quo Bono is to speak to Wall Street and big corporations in the only language they understand:  Profits.  Wall Street and Big Corporations do not care if you like them, but they will do anything to get your money.

In asking yourself Who Benefits, if the answer is Wall Street and Big Corporations, then consider putting your hand back in your pocket and not giving them your money:  It is imperfect, but it is a start. 

Quo Bono can’t happen overnight, as big businesses think in terms of financial quarters, at least when it comes to change that affects the bottom line profit. 

There is a second component to Quo Bono that I’ll post later this week:  It involves you complaining creatively while using your money strategically.

Quo Bono?

25 Things We Like About Women – From WTF.com


Since Cosmopolitan Magazine can do articles like “25 things your Man should do” we decided to return the favour. Some of them are mutually exclusive and some are either contradictory or just plain silly. We don’t care. We’ re going to catch shit from all directions on this, but we have no fear, so here we go:  

25 Things We like about Women:  

1: Curves. Kate Moss would be a terrible boink. If I wanted a bruised pelvis, I’d hump a garden shed. Women were designed to have a little extra padding. Nature said so. Don’t starve yourself to look like a twelve-year-old boy: Women are supposed to have curves.

2: Brains. Most women outrank men in this department anyway, but so few of them show it. Ladies, don’t be afraid to speak up when your man is trying to see into the gas tank with a lighter. We rely on you to keep us from being really, really stupid.

3: Class. There is nothing as wonderful as a woman in The Perfect Little Black Dress gliding down a flight of stairs. Hair done, makeup, tiny little purse and she wants to go out with YOU.

4: No Class. There is nothing as wonderful as a woman with a mouth on her like a trucker with Tourette’s Syndrome who could cuss the paint off your car at forty paces and she dares you to go out with HER.

5: Singing. The contented sound of a woman, humming or singing to herself while she works. Even if she couldn’t carry a tune in a box with a string handle, a woman idly singing for her own pleasure is a joy.

6: Strength. We don’t mean the ability to bench press 300 lbs., although that’s fine. We mean the ability to grab ahold of an ugly job and just plain do it. Moving 10 cubic yards of topsoil around with you in the yard, or taking the base of the ladder while you climb up to fix the burnt out light bulb in the foyer. The pale, frond-like beauty of Victorian times has no place in the year 2000.

7: Sparkle. This is so hard to define, but here we go. If your friends are envious of you because your significant other is just so damn much fun to be around, then she’s got sparkle.

8: Balls. Not in the literal sense, as that could be a bit off-putting. But if she takes no crap from anyone. An example: Her car breaks down and the mechanic tries to talk her into a complete overhaul of everything except the cigarette lighter and the antenna. If she says: “Oh, OK, whatever you say, Mister Mechanic.” she ain’t got balls.

Watch how she complains to a government department, or a counter person. If the phrase “I’ll cut off your head and shit down your neck.” comes out of her mouth, she’s got a big set and they rumble when she walks.

9: Demureness. If she blushes when you compliment her on how nice she looks (see #3) then she’s got the right amount of demureness. This is good. Making a woman blush is the first stage to winning her heart.

10: Cleavage. Be it bosomy cleavage in that blouse that is cut just right, wearing the lucky bra that hold Thelma and Louise just so, or at the top of the crack of her ass when she wears that bathing suit, cleavage is old fashioned and wonderfully erotic.

11: Common Sense. “Hon, if you have a snake tattoo on your face and more piercings that a voodoo doll, you are kinda restricting your career options, aren’t you?”

12: No Sense At All. “Let’s go skinny dipping in the neighbour’s pool at 3 am!”

13: Romantic. If she buys YOU flowers, or gives YOU an engagement ring.

14: Forgiveness. You come home at 3 a.m. from a buddy’s going away party, smelling like a brewery and have a stripper’s g-string around your neck, she simply asks if you had a good time with no heat or sense of “I’m going to kill you.” If you do this more than once a year, you should see the second paragraph of #8. Expect your life to be threatened. And you will deserve it.

15: Waxing/Shaving. Women should not have more pit hair than their man. Same goes for legs and upper lips. And Ladies, please do some weeding and pruning of your Secret Garden. A well-trimmed plot is a delight and occasionally going bald south of the equator is a saucy surprise. Going to the dentist for a shave is not enjoyable, nor is that “aaaaccccccck” sound we make when we cough up a hairball.

16: Smell. Women smell nice. There is something indefinably intoxicating about that soft tang of a woman’s natural scent on a hot day. We can’t explain it. To quote Garrison Keillor: “There’s nothing like the smell of a hot woman when some of the sweat on her, is yours.”

17: Perfume. Find a perfume that you like, use it sparingly and strategically. Drenching yourself with Eau Du Civet just makes you smell like the perfume counter at Woolworth’s, or that stripper from #14.

18: Passion. Believe in something. It doesn’t have to be the same things that your man believes in. In fact, you get some good vibrant discussions going with your man by taking a contrary view and backing it up with sense, logic and a passion about the subject.

19: Horniness. Once in a while whisper something really lewd in his ear when you drive home from a party. Ask him to drive to Lover’s Lane RIGHT NOW so you can make out like minks in heat across the hood of the car. A quick, spontaneous knee-trembler is fun for all concerned.

20: Self-Esteem. To quote Roy Blount Jr., “This is what I got, I can shake it, I can bake it. If you don’t like lookin’ at it, who asked you?” If you whine about your lack to this, or too big that, it just makes you look weak.

21: Humour. No, ladies, you don’t have to like The Three Stooges (most women don’t anyway) but if you can tell a joke, or laugh at one your man has told before, then you get points.

22: Snuggling. Men will never admit it, but most of us do like to snuggle. Be it spoon-style or butt to butt. Doesn’t matter how, just the close physical connectedness of being near is comforting.

23: Affection. So many people don’t show affection toward each other. A gentle caress, or a squeeze of the hand means a lot. Most men could be tortured for weeks by the Iraqi Secret Police and would never confess, but we will. Knowing you are on our side means the world to us.

24: Trashiness. If you go to a costume party with your man, dress up as Sister Roxanne, the Slutty Nun, who smokes, drinks and carries on like a whore in a habit. That’s fun trashiness. So are five-inch Fuck Me Pumps once in a while, or those stockings with the seam up the back and no panties.

25: Understanding. The Battle of the Sexes is over. Women won a long time ago, but the rules keep changing. Men try and keep up as best we can. We’ re not perfect and we occasionally forget the difference between the G, H, I, and J spots. Let us know and let us make up for it in our own way.

Flame mail can be sent to robanddave@whatthefuck.com. If you are deeply offended, you can go and take a Valium, fire up the Prozac Plug in Air Freshener, or march against us Sexist Bastards. It won’t change our minds. We’re standing by our list of 25 Things We Like About Women.

Enjoy the ride.

Driving


An 86 year old man, Russell Weller, who ploughed his car through a Santa Monica farmer’s market, is in the news and not in a good way. The facts of the story are simple enough; the car Weller was driving took off down a closed street, killing 10 people who were at the market. Police have hinted that Weller had mistaken the gas pedal for the brake pedal. The police have impounded his car to test for mechanical problems and even checked his home for any drugs that could have caused impairment. Charges may be pending.

Simple enough for us to judge: Geezer at the wheel, blood pressure medicine, a lightheaded spell and bodies flying every which way as a result. Well, it is not always that clear. For those with long memories, they will recall the Audi Unintentional Acceleration ruckus in the early 80’s.

The bones of the Audi story were somewhat related. Audi Quattro cars with automatic transmissions would suddenly accelerate at full throttle when the owners started them, even though the owners swore on a stack of Bibles they were standing on the brake pedal. One notable incident saw a Quattro shoot through the back of a garage and land in the swimming pool.

Both stories bring up the issue of man-machine interface. If you drive an automatic transmission car built in the last few years you notice that you cannot shift from Park unless your foot is firmly on the brake pedal. This little safety gem is courtesy of the Audi Quattro.

Car and Driver magazine did extensive testing of the Quattro back then and could not under any circumstances, get the car to overpower its brakes, as long as the driver had their foot on the brake pedal. Even with the engine at wide open throttle and forcing the transmission into gear, as long as the brakes were on, the Quattro just stalled dead or did a brake stand and spluttered.

Did Russell Weller have his foot on the brake of his Buick when he went whistling through the farmer’s market? Obviously not; it had to be on the gas. Did Russell Weller mistake the gas for the brake? Most likely. Now, we have a question we can work with. Why?

We take driving for granted. We get in the machine, turn the key, grab a gear and go. From placing your butt in the seat to rolling down the driveway is usually a five-second process. Perhaps we take an extra second to adjust the mirror if someone else has been driving the car, but five seconds is about it.

Some of this is muscle memory: We “know” where the pedals, shifter and radio controls are because we have done it so many times in our car. There is the real problem. We don’t consciously make the motions to the brake, gas, clutch, lights, turn signals and four ways every time we get in the car, checking visually to see if we’re right. Our Brain assumes the leg muscle knows how to get to the brake if the brain says “kid in road chasing ball, apply brakes hard, now”. If that muscle memory is off, by an inch or two, you either miss the brake, or hit the gas pedal. Which puts us in Russell Weller Land and on the News in a context that is less than favourable.

Is there an answer to this? Part of the answer is called Recurrent Testing. To my mind you should re-test for your Driver’s License every five years: Eye exam, written test, driving test. This should help to weed out, or retrain the truly stupid, ignorant, careless or medically unfit. Aviation has been doing this for years and it is proven to work.

Since the Wright Brothers days, scientists have examined how humans and machines interact with repetitive tasking that contains an element of risk. The body of knowledge is extensive from aviation and even railroads. Very little of it has been applied to cars and trucks.

As an example, if you look at a small airplane cockpit, you’ll notice something. There are very few switch handles alike so the pilot can recognize the function of the switch by feel without breaking his gaze out the window. Some controls are action positive, meaning you must consciously put the control in a position to perform its operation by opening a guard or moving a lever from a detent or gate. You can’t accidentally knock the control into operation.

Air brakes on a truck are another example, based on railroad technology. The default is brakes fully on. Only when air pressure at a predetermined level is present do the brakes release. Any cut in the line or loss of air pressure and the brakes go back to fully on.

Cars are exactly opposite. Default is brakes off. Controls, like a turn signal, can be easily moved with a shirt sleeve. High beam headlights are a toggle, once to turn on, once again to turn off. Pedals are in different positions in different models of cars, with different pedal spacing.

If we did apply some consistency of placement and operation of key controls to cars would we eliminate driver error? Nothing works 100 percent, but this won’t hurt. Will recurrent testing eliminate driver error? No, but this won’t hurt either. Better driver training to start with? Also a good thing.

The prevention of another Russell Weller is a combination of changes based on knowledge we already have from aviation, railroads and pure science. All it takes is some societal will and some intelligence.

So Predictable


The US Democrats are all a twitter because George W Bush mislead the everyone with the claim that Saddam Hussein was getting his mitts on nuclear weapons bits. And, of course, those on either end of the spectrum are finger pointing, shooting off their mouths and calling for resignations, investigations, assassinations and various forms of public humiliations.

In perspective, those in the big chairs rely on a stadium full of advisors to give them information. Reality dictates that Colin, George, Dick and Condoleezza can’t spend the afternoon at the Public Library doing their homework on Iraq, or Liberia, or International Terrorists. They get briefings from those who are given the job of “find out about topic X”. The briefers don’t actually do the work; they have staffs who do the grunt work. Some ink-stained wretch who actually surfs up the data is never allowed near the Big Chairs, of course, as this would be unseemly for an actual researcher to be in the same building as the final consumer of the information.

Naturally, the raw data is compressed, cleaned up, checked for spelling and coffee rings on the paper. Then, the information is either rewritten for the final consumer, or run through four or five other computers to “make sure we make a good impression on the President.”  Suffice to say, pushing a simple declarative sentence through this many sets of eyes and meddling fingers, results in paragraphs of bureaucrat-speak containing as little information as possible.

The issue is simple enough. Colin, George, Dick, Condoleezza and the rest of the Big Chair gang get their data. But the data has been groomed for “appearances”, “style” and “readability”. Would less-than scrupulous briefers fiddle the data to jiggle a conclusion? Nobody wants to piss on the Presidential Parade, so would data that does not support the general idea be suppressed, edited out, footnoted, reworded or generally marginalized? Well, yes. That’s like predicting gravity works.

The Big Chair folks rely on the briefers and the quality of the information to make informed decisions. Go or No-Go? WMD or just an Asshole? Rainy or Sunny? Whole Wheat or White? The problem comes when the Big Chair folks have to make the call. If the only data you have says it is raining, will rain, is continuing to rain and should rain right through to next Thursday, you make sure you take an umbrella. Or, just for the hell of it, turn on the Weather Channel, or take a peek out the window and look for yourself.

None of the occupants of those Big Chairs strike me as complete fools who rely solely on the information they get from their people, but the ultimate responsibility does rest at the feet of the Big Chairs. In the past, the only proper response to being manipulated by your data and (hopefully inadvertently) lying to the public would be to resign. That would entail being honourable and responsible and behaving with some character, so we know that dog won’t hunt.

The finger pointing will go on. Colin, George, Dick and Condoleezza will take some serious heat, but not near as much heat at their respective staffs. In a month or two, one lowly scribe will get fired, being blamed for the information grooming, while the stuffed suits between the real data and the Big Chairs will keep on working. Big surprise again.

That is the real issue, Leadership Isolation. All the assistants, special assistants, assistant special assistants and liaison folks who groom information are the ones who should be in deep trouble. Leaders must fight being in a bubble all the time. Leaders have to trust the people around them to give them good information, even if the information is totally contrary to the general line of thought.

Quite a few families are now mourning the deaths of their sons, daughters, fathers, mothers, husbands and wives. All because of stuffed suit briefers and leaders who wouldn’t look out the window to see if it was really raining.

Liberian Adventures


This week’s department of oddities features the new book, Curious George Goes to Liberia.  For those who don’t know where Liberia is, find that old atlas you used in Grade 6.  Liberia is on the West coast of Africa, sort of on the corner where Africa turns north, sandwiched between Cote d’Ivoire and Sierra Leone. 

Liberia was founded by former American slaves in 1847, as a place for freed slaves to return to.  At least that was the deal on paper.  Some went, others decided against going to a dirt speck with nothing to offer except grinding poverty, starvation and the prospect of a brutal death.  Why travel across an ocean to get the same deal you’ve already got at home?

Around 1990, the President of Liberia, Samuel Doe, who was apparently typical of African leaders at the time, merely corrupt and needlessly violent, was overthrown by a rebel leader, Charles Taylor, who was totally corrupt and insanely violent.  Liberia then entered a period of decline as the county imploded, infrastructure disintegrated and the surviving population tried to stay the hell out of the way of the rebel leaders, the opposition factions and the remainder of the militias who line up with whoever is promising food or ammunition.

Much killing ensued as various debts were settled and old animosities were avenged.  Such slights as looking too long at another person were resolved by some 13 year old toting a rifle taller than he was, letting off a clip, full auto, while trying to keep the muzzle from bouncing around too much.  Sort of a typical African nation building exercise.  Journalists stayed away in droves as it was just too depressing and really not any different from Somalia, Ethiopia, Senegal, Rwanda, Nigeria, Uganda, Sudan and so on.

Now George W. Bush feels that some sort of peacekeeping force from the US might bring this period to a close, if only Charles Taylor would step down as President for Life and get out of Dodge.  The problem, and this is endemic in Africa, is that any cogent opposition leader is already dead, having been purged years ago, buried in a lime pit, or dragged into the jungle to be eaten.  Those who are left in control are simply the dictator’s handpicked savages who have proven their loyalty by killing entire villages, or stealing more, higher quality goods than the others in the inner circle.

Why George feels that getting his feet in there will do anything is beyond me.  Liberia has about as much to do with world-wide terrorism as Mexico does with Olympic bobsledding.  The real issues facing the planet now are Terrorism and Mid-East Peace.  If we can get the Middle East to at least settle down to a dull roar of bitching and moaning, perhaps we can break the generational cycle of inbred violence and revenge. 

Finding the Al-Qaeda folks and pulling their limbs off on national TV will show like-thinking rock-heads that you’d best not be trying that crap any more, or we will come after you. 

So, the question still remains, why does George think a Liberian Adventure would be good?  The cynical answer is it can be a distraction.  Saddam has not been captured.  The Weapons of Mass Destruction have not shown up.  Osama Bin-Laden is still around, somewhere.  The US Economy is in the toilet.  Jobs are being lost to third and fourth world countries in record numbers by loyal American companies who wave the flag and ship all the manufacturing jobs to Taiwan or Malaysia.  Meanwhile big companies are being investigated for such outrageous financial shenanigans that even Republicans are appalled by the depth and breadth of the maw-sucking greed shown by business.

Could he be so cynical as to try it?  I don’t know if he has the smarts, or nerve, to try it, as it borders on the Big Lie, rather than a bunch of Little Lies.

For those who don’t know the Big Lie Theory, it goes like this:  Our economy is in the ditch.  It’s not our fault.  It’s the fault of Them.  They did it to us.  We should get rid of Them so we can take back our Rightful Place.  They are responsible for the price of bread because we have to spend so much to defend ourselves that we don’t have money left over and They have taken over all the bakeries.  They are responsible for al the troubles.  And we’re going to make Them pay.

Now, just substitute the word Jews for They and roll back the clock to 1934.  Or, put Christians in and set the wayback machine to 35AD.  See how it works?  Today, substitute Terrorists for They and it still does the job.  Tomorrow?  Liberia. 

Next week?  Portugal.  Or left-handed people.

Vancouver 2010


The International Olympic Committee has decided to hold the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver/Whistler BC.  I’ve been to both places a few times and it will be a great show after the fix a few things.  First, is the Road to Whistler, the Sea to Sky Highway. 

The highway has more twists and turns than a Bill Clinton testimony under oath.  Some of the turns are blind, 100 kph off-camber drop-away 90 degree corners where you have a choice of nail a 400 foot granite wall, or plummet 400 feet off the edge of the earth into the Pacific Ocean.  By the way, that’s just after the level railroad crossing, next to the huge propane tanks, across the highway from the Down’s Syndrome Orphanage. 

Tour busses, cars, trucks and vans fill the road day and night.  Many of these vehicles are driven by skilled, professional drivers who make the 4 hour run up the Sea and Sky Highway every day.  The rest are driven by the insane, the amphetamine crazed, the lame, the halt and those who just got off an airplane after a 16 hour flight, rented a big SUV, signed for the all-perils damage insurance and are now driving on a combination of adrenaline, jet lag, a venti-double caf, and all the skills they have developed piloting an oxcart in their home country.  They are in your lane, by the way, trying to read the map and quiet the children.

Whistler itself is post-card pretty.  The skiing is remarkable, world class in all respects.  The village has other issues though.  Whistler has a problem with accommodations.  It is very common for those who work in support jobs, as cooks, servers, dishwashers or ski instructors, to live six to a room.  A rudimentary three room apartment rents for $2,000 a month in low season and perhaps $3,000 a month in ski season.  There are no places for people to live unless you make millions a year.

This will cut into the number of hookers who can work the Olympics, servicing the IOC and their assorted hangers-on, aides, spokespersons and liaison officers.  The Vancouver Olympic Committee will have to address the accommodation issue.  And please, do something about the cost of simple cup of coffee?  $11.00 is a bit much.

Vancouver, being a big destination city probably has enough hotel rooms to handle the onslaught.  Much of Vancouver’s seedier areas were rehabilitated for Expo86 and are now home to leaky, unrepairable, overpriced condos, constructed on landfill and toxic waste dumps from the bad old days. 

There are, let’s call them what they are, tenderloin areas left.  As best I can understand, the 14-year old crack whores are looking forward to the Olympics coming to Vancouver, as they can then be 21-year old heroin whores servicing the visitors.  Assuming they live through the next month or two without being killed by their pimp, or invited to a pig farm party by a serial killer, the next crop of service sector people are ready. 

Gift shops?  There are too many to count.  Traffic in Vancouver has always been screwed up, so the application of the Olympics shouldn’t really matter.  Expect endless globs of confused people rambling around on Robson Street day and night.  Sort of like today, only more of them.

The airport, finally, has been fixed.  Vancouver International used to be a 1963 vintage shithole with airplanes.  It is now actually very well designed and very attractive.  Considering the number of Vancouver Airport Improvement Fees I’ve paid, you owe me a “Thanks Dave”.  Enjoy my airport.

The rest of the city will be fine, as long as there isn’t an earthquake or another eruption of any of the dormant volcanoes in the area.  The Olympics in Vancouver?  Sounds like a fun time for me!

Same-Sex Marriage


In Ottawa, on Monday, two gentlemen applied for and received an Official Marriage License from City Hall.  Today, our beloved Prime Minister, Johnny Crouton got to read some more stuff he doesn’t understand.  Canada is going to recognize same-sex marriage as just as legal as a conventional male-female marriage. 

Like many, I don’t care what people do in private, as long as it is consensual between participants of legal age and does not involve animals.  Some behaviours may be personally repellent, uninteresting, or simply not sanitary, but as long as someone is gettin’ some, I have no argument.

The definition of marriage is just as nebulous as the definition of family, so same-sex marriage is not really a leap.  What this same-sex marriage law does is recognize that bonds between humans are important emotionally and legally.  I’ve known same-sex couples most of my life.  My parents, straight-laced small-towners they are, were good friends with a same-sex triad.  Working in television, half my co-workers were of “alternative lifestyle” and one gent I went to high school with is now Michelle.

The problem comes with introducing someone to someone else. 

Introducing Marylou to a group of strangers with the term “wife”although a bit of a pejorative, implies shared dwelling, bills, money, cat, dog and bedroom antics.  It is a statement that the two of us are a nuclear unit that uses the shorthand of “husband and wife” to describe dozens of attributes of both of us.  Unfortunately wife and husband are gender-specific terms and can’t be used for same-sex couples.

If am introduced to Chad and his partner Brian, the term “partner” could mean business partner.  Partner does not communicate the same realm of attributes as husband and wife.  Chad and his Life-partner Brian is an alternative, but I find it a bit precious.  Spouse is a little too cold and My Fuck-Bitch, gives me a little too much information for polite conversation. 

We need a new term to recognize same-sex couples with the same depth as husband and wife.  Any suggestions?