Category Archives: Politics
The Left, the Right, and Inbetween
By the numbers
It’s all about the numbers today. Looking for a good sequence of quick picks? Maybe this will be your lucky day. Here are some numbers that stood out to me today.
This week, a 3-mile stretch of the Parkway West, entering the Ft. Pitt Tunnel, was named the 9th most congested stretch of traffic in the nation. Never fear however. All eight above us are in LA and New York. So outside of NY and LA, we’re #1! Woo-hoo!
Suck it, Philly!
Last month’s announcement by President Obama in support of gay marriage was called courageous because it was seen as a move that could turn off black voters. In March, polling showed that a gay rights bill on the ballot this fall in Maryland had only 39 percent support amongst black voters. This week, the same poll revealed that 55 percent of black voters approved of the bill, with only 36 percent in opposition. That is a 36-point swing in two months. Nothing moves 36 points in two months in American politics. Nothing. The same kind of shift was identified in North Carolina, where black support of gay marriage is up 12 percent since the state changed their constitution banning it. Could it be that America is just waiting for President Obama to provide some leadership on the issue? Was his endorsement that much of a game-changer? No other issue has changed as quickly in this country as the issue of gay marriage.
Pirates’ fans love to bemoan their teams low payroll and the inequality of money in baseball. Interestingly, as of tonight, with more than 1/4 of the season in the books, of the top 5 payrolls in baseball this year, 4 are at .500 or below and 3 are in last place in their division.
Of course, big money teams can always spend money mid-season to fix what ails them, but still… $150 million won’t necessarily buy you what you think it would.
Over thirty states have or will be considering legislation that would require voters to present government-issued photo ID in order to vote. Most all of these efforts are GOP-led and are said to be necessary to prevent voter fraud. Problem is, voter fraud has not really been a big problem in this country. Rolling Stone recently reported that: “A major probe by the Justice Department between 2002 and 2007 failed to prosecute a single person for going to the polls and impersonating an eligible voter, which the anti-fraud laws are supposedly designed to stop. Out of the 300 million votes cast in that period, federal prosecutors convicted only 86 people for voter fraud – and many of the cases involved immigrants and former felons who were simply unaware of their ineligibility.” 86 people. 86 votes. Out of 300 million. Over 5 years. That’s really going to swing the election.
And for this, studies suggest that up to 11 percent of American citizens lack the proper government-issued ID, and would be required to navigate the administrative burdens to obtain it or forego the right to vote entirely. Of course, this will most significantly affect the elderly, the poor, immigrants, and college students. For instance, in Texas, you can register to vote with a handgun permit, but not a college ID. Most states now require a valid driver’s license, will accept an NRA ID as well as a hunting license, but refuse to accept a valid student ID for voting purposes. Thousands of students across the country will be denied absentee ballots as well. Why? Because it is obvious that a majority of students support President Obama. You know, I thought it was Stalin and Hitler who won elections and support by eliminating the opposition. Guess somebody has been studying history. What does it say about your party that your best chance to win is with fewer people voting?
This must be keeping NBA commissioner David Stern up at night. You know how all the big-time free agents want to go to the bright lights of the big-market teams to maximize their earning power? Problem is, that doesn’t always equal wins. Of the four teams left in the NBA playoffs, 3 of them represent the 28th (San Antonio), 40th (Indianapolis), and 50th (Oklahoma City) media markets in the country. If you were wondering, Pittsburgh is 25th. (All according to Arbitron.) You know he’s doing all he can to pray that Miami (12th) makes it to the finals. Otherwise, it could be a ratings disaster for the NBA. You can throw out the record books when Oklahoma City and Indianapolis get together!
(UPDATE: Miami won tonight. Stern will get his big market team in the East. He’s still screwed in the West. Plus, NBA is the only league without parody. While the NFL and MLB and NHL only have a handful of teams that have never won it all, half of NBA teams have never won a championship. This is a league that is comfortable with a small group of elite front-runners. Go home and get your shine box, Indy. You’re not ever winning anything in this league!)
As in 1 transformative moment. I love the picture floating around this week. It was take two years ago when a State Department employee brought his or her children to meet the President. They were each allowed one question. This little boy’s question had to do with the President’s hair. He wanted to know if the President’s hair was just like his. I guess his little brain just couldn’t believe the fact that someone with hair like his was actually the President of the United States. President Obama allowed him to see for himself. If this isn’t the iconic photo of Obama’s presidency, I don’t know what is.
Talented hypocrites
I’ve refrained from political posts lately because, as I’ve said before, it’s so damn polarizing. You only piss off those who disagree with you, or who see the world through different lenses, and, for those who agree, it’s just “preaching to the choir.”

from the Jersey Jazzman
But I can’t resist posting about hypocrisy, no matter where it’s found, or on which side of the aisle it resides. Have I ever given it to Democrats? Why, yes, I have. I am not pleased at the hawkish qualities of the Obama administration, particularly when it comes to their secret, unaccountable drone program, their warrantless detainment of U.S. citizens, and their penchant to hire ex-Goldman Sachs executives to sort out the Wall Street mess.
But this week, there were two huge examples of Republicans having it both ways in regards to government spending. Apparently, when government spending is done on them, or on issues they agree with, it is called “necessary investment.” When it is spent on other people, it is labeled as “entitlements.”
Welchers
Remember that debt ceiling debate last fall? Remember all the dire threats and the formation of a “Super Committee” to come up with a solution? Remember all those “triggers” that were supposed to take effect if they didn’t come up with said solution? These triggers were supposed to be equally painful to both sides: huge military spending cuts and huge cuts to social spending. Both conservatives and progressives were supposed to have some skin in the game. Well, the Super Committee failed. And now, the GOP has welched on the agreement, taking military cuts off the table and replacing them with cuts to food stamps, retirement benefits, and health coverage. You know, “hand-outs” for people living “the good life.”

Cartoon by Steve Sack of the Star Tribune
On Saturday, as John Boehner gave a speech on the evils of spending, and praising the specter of the next deficit ceiling debate as a chance to cut even more, the GOP-led House passed the National Defense Authorization Act, permitting $642 billion in defense spending next year. This is more than the Pentagon was asking for. Among the unrequested changes, the bill keeps aging aircraft and ships the military wants to phase out, maintains the Army and Marines at larger force levels than needed, and orders construction of missile defenses.
As an offset, the bill would cut more than $80 billion in federal retirement benefits, nearly $50 billion from Medicaid programs, and more than $36 billion from programs to feed the poor, including food stamps.
Not only that, but the measure adds $8 billion more than called for in the Budget Control Act that Congress agreed to last summer in exchange for raising the nation’s debt limit. And Obama’s the big spending liberal? Here is the GOP… spend, spend, spend. Adding to the deficit. Adding to the debt.
(And reaping huge campaign contributions from defense contractors perhaps? I’m sorry, now I’m just being cynical.)
Don’t worry. It’s not going to pass the Senate. And the GOP will blame the Dems for blocking a fiscal budget bill once again. Gridlock. (head desk)
Government Aid for the Cubs!
And perhaps you also heard about the kerfuffle over that Obama attack ad, one that was going to dredge up the Rev. Jeremiah Wright all over again. A Super PAC wanted billionaire Joe Ricketts — founder of TD Ameritrade and a huge opponent of government spending — to donate $10 million to fund it. It was titled “The Defeat of Barack Hussein Obama: The Ricketts Plan to End His Spending for Good.” After the proposal was leaked through the New York Times, Ricketts completely disavowed any participation in it, even though the proposal itself referred to his preliminary approval of the plan at a previous meeting. Whatever.
I really could care less about the ad. If the GOP wants to waste their money bringing up a subject that didn’t hurt Obama four years ago when we didn’t even know him that well, go ahead. It’s your money. Go for it. Spend away. Spend, spend, spend, spend, spend.

The Ricketts family — Laura (far left, as usual), Joe (2nd from left), and Tom (2nd from right)
(AP Photo/Nam Y. Huh)
But the funny part is how this is playing in Chicago, where Ricketts’ extremely wealthy children own the Chicago Cubs. Principal owner Tom Ricketts is currently trying to get the city to give him more than $150 million in city entertainment tax revenue to spend on Wrigley Field renovations. That’s right, in this economy, when Chicago schools are crumbling and inner city youth are being “left behind,” why not give a billionaire millions of dollars of public money to spend on his crumbling baseball stadium.
And who is he trying to get this money from? Try Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel. Yeah, Obama’s former chief of staff. That guy who swears a lot.
I’m betting that Rahm wallpapered city hall with some highly colorful grammar when he read about this. Currently, Da Mayor (as we call the office there) is not returning the Ricketts’ phone calls.
Oh, and Tom’s sister Laura (a co-owner of the Cubs) is an Obama fund raiser. She is the first openly gay owner of a major sports team in this country, and an well-known LGBT activist. I’ll bet they could raise money for Wrigley Field by selling tickets to the Ricketts’ holiday get-togethers. Those must be fascinatingly awkward.
This all would be funny if it weren’t so tragic. It would be amusing if it weren’t wasting millions of dollars at the same time we are cutting money for the sick, the hungry, and the poor. It would be a comedic look at silly, foolish adults if it the GOP wasn’t also cutting money for food stamps, and if half of the recipients of food stamps weren’t children.
Nineteenth century Christian theologian Charles Spurgeon once wrote, “Sincerity makes the very least person to be of more value than the most talented hypocrite.”
Oh, if we only had a little more sincerity in public life, maybe we would find more value in “the least of these” and we would stop giving all that money to the talented hypocrites. If only…
When God changed his mind
So, on Sunday, our little house church has no sermon. ( I save those for the blog.
) We read some passages of Scripture aloud and discuss them. We talk about what we liked, what we don’t get, anything that may have surprised us, and even anything we may not fully agree with. It’s a safe place to question. I think that’s probably how they did it in the early church. And of course, we talk about what the passage means for our lives.
This past Sunday, we dealt with one of the truly weird passages of the Bible. In Acts 8, God becomes a GPS unit and speaks to the apostle Philip, saying, “Go south to the road—the desert road—that goes down from Jerusalem to Gaza.” Yeah, go south. No, don’t take that road; take the desert road. God was setting up a specific meeting at a specific moment in time.
On the road, Philip meets the chariot of… wait for it, a eunuch who was in charge of the treasury of the Queen of Ethiopia. (Small world, right?) That’s right, God sent Philip to this spot in order to meet this neutered, African sexual freak and outcast. The eunuch had been in Jerusalem to worship. Knowing the strict practices of the Jewish temple, he probably got as far as the temple court where he apparently purchased a copy of the book of Isaiah, which he was reading in the chariot. But he had no idea what it meant. He was reading the prophecy of a sheep being led to the slaughter. Most likely he found himself identifying with this story. (Snip, snip) Who knows? He asked Philip whether the prophet was talking about himself or someone else. Philip, of course, told the eunuch about Jesus, the Lamb of God, who was sacrificed.
As they traveled on, they came to some water and the eunuch asked a very loaded question: “Look, here is water. What can stand in the way of my being baptized?” Notice, he didn’t say “Would you baptize me?” He didn’t say, “Can I, a sexual outcast, be baptized?” No, he specifically asked if there was anything out there — any reason at all — that would bar him from being baptized. (No doubt his life had been full of being barred from doing things.) This is interesting because, in fact, there was! There is Deuteronomy 23:1. The Bible is not ambiguous on the matter. It is very clear: “No one who has been emasculated by crushing or cutting may enter the assembly of the Lord.“ According to the Law, and Scripture, eunuchs were not allowed to participate in the faith community. This would be a problem for getting baptized. Philip, who was a Jew and knew the law, had an out. He could have said, “Scripture says NO. Says it clear as day. There’s no wiggle room. It’s not allowed. It’s not me; it’s right there in black and white.”
What happened next was Star Trek-like freaky: “Both Philip and the eunuch went down into the water and Philip baptized him. When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord suddenly took Philip away, and the eunuch did not see him again, but went on his way rejoicing.” That’s right, God beamed Philip out of there. Best baptism service EVER! It’s the only time in Scripture where someone was “teleported.” God had one job for Philip to do and it was done. Zap!
Philip, realizing that God had set up this moment for a reason, baptized the eunuch into the body of Christ. No hesitation. Check this out, God led Philip to do something that was expressly forbidden in the Old Testament — and in Jewish Law. Did God change his mind all these years later? I don’t think so. Those Old Testament verses were meant for a time when the people of Israel were traumatized, naive, and weak. After years of slavery in Egypt, they were apt to take on the practices and attitudes of anyone else they associated with. So, God used a lot of those weird verses to circle the wagons around Israel, telling them not to associate with anyone else. Don’t worship other Gods. Don’t eat meat sacrificed to idols. Don’t let eunuchs in. Don’t do anything weird, because you can’t handle it!
Thousands of years later, they had the Old Testament, they had Jesus, and they had the Holy Spirit. God knew they were able to handle more. In fact, God was now sending them out to bring His message of love to the entire world. Everybody was invited and welcome, even Ethiopian eunuchs. Think of it like a parent who tells a small child that they are not allowed to cross the street. When the child gets older, suddenly they are allowed to cross the street. Did the parent change? Is this inconsistent parenting? Of course not. The child is the one who changed, and so did the restrictions.
On Tuesday, North Carolina is voting on not just a law but an amendment to their constitution banning gay marriage. But it goes ever further. If passed, Amendment 1 would not only ban same-sex marriage in North Carolina, but it would also prevent state validation and recognition of civil unions and domestic partnerships. It would be written into state constitution and could only be changed with another constitutional amendment.
You may be surprised to know that the church is on both sides of this issue. Sure, traditional evangelical leaders and the Catholic Church are for the amendment. North Carolinian Billy Graham himself is promoting it. (Click on pic to read the fine print.) Billy says the Bible is clear on the matter. Of course, the Bible was clear about eunuchs, too, but that didn’t even make it past the book of Acts. This is essentially an age-based issue. Americans (and Christians) over 50 are of a much different mind than Americans (and Christians) under 50. Right now, at least in North Carolina, the older Americans have the numbers.
Other Christians, in the tradition of the apostle Philip, see the hand of God moving to include, not exclude. Jay Bakker, the son of Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker (yes, that Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker), is campaigning against the amendment. “My parents always taught me that love was the trump card. And they always told me that Jesus loved you no matter who you are or what you did.” Bakker has been accused by conservative Christians of offering “cheap grace,” Christian code for “offering acceptance without insisting that dirty sinners stop sinning first.”
Bakker (who is not gay but leads an gay-inclusive church in New York City) responded, “Every time someone accuses me of cheap grace, I go back and say no, it’s free grace. Grace is free. The reason I understand the Bible the way I do is probably because I interpret through the pain that I’ve been through. But it’s not me compromising. I know what it’s like to hurt, to suffer. Empathy plays an important part and I think the church could use a lot more of it.”
Amen. God is leading more and more people to the desert road where baptism and inclusion and community happen. There was a day when these water fountains said “white” and “black.” That changed, eventually. We changed, eventually. This, too, will change. And once again, we will change, eventually. It’s already happening. Just not today.
America’s dirty, little secret
So I was pretty devastated on Sunday to read an incredible article in the New York Times by the awesome Nicholas Kristof about the state of our veterans. It began with a few cold hard facts.
FACT: For every U.S. casualty over the past ten years of war in Iraq and Afghanistan, 25 veterans are committing suicide. Not, have committed suicide. Are. As in, this is going on right now. This is ongoing.
FACT: A veteran commits suicide every 80 minutes.
FACT: More than 6,500 veteran suicides are logged each year—more than the total number of soldiers killed in Afghanistan and Iraq combined since those wars began.
My first thought was…
WHY ISN’T THIS A BIGGER FREAKIN’ DEAL????
WHY ISN’T THIS LEADING EVERY NEWSCAST?
Why is this a dirty, little secret that gets whispered in back corners? Why is this something that you shrug your shoulders at and move on to more pleasant topics because… What are ya gonna do?
Then, I had the kind of thought you can’t say out loud. I thought, Wow. Maybe if I had supported the troops a little less and opposed the war a little more, it might have actually been better for the troops in the long run. Yeah, you just can’t say something like that outside of a MoveOn.org meeting. Look, I’m not saying that I’d ever support spitting in troops faces like after Vietnam, or blaming the troops for the killing. I’m just suggesting that it takes some Olympic-level gymnastics to support the troops while criticizing the war effort. That isn’t an easy line to walk.
The bottom line is this: you reap what you sow when you decide to wage a decade of war with less than 1% of the population. This is what happens when you have to send young men and women around the world to the battle lines for two, three, four, five, six deployments or more. This is what happens when people who will never have to send a child to war make the politically popular decision to “invade those evil bastards.” This is what happens when none of us at home is ever asked to sacrifice a whit for the war effort in the form of buying bonds, donating goods, or even suffering a rise in taxes. In fact, we gave most Americans a tax cut right before 9/11. We never asked for it back. Then, we gave them another tax cut as we went to war. Just don’t expect us to give our troops all that expensive armor plating.
I swear, sometimes I just want to move to France and chuck it all.
The war was a big part of my political shift from fiscal conservative to progressive liberal. As I saw the war drag on, as I saw the rationale for going to war fall apart, as I saw the corporate profit made on the back of American aggression, as I saw the massive numbers of civilian casualties inflicted on “enemies” who had never done anything against us, I was sickened… and changed. I could no longer stay true to my faith and still support the war. I don’t think I was alone in that, and that’s why we have Barack Obama.
But now the carnage continues and I sense that the nation simply shrugs its shoulders. It’s like a past mistake that we really don’t want to deal with or talk about. It’s the drunk relative at family gatherings that you ignore. It’s unsightly and unfortunate. But that horse has left the barn, so let’s talk about something else.
So, what’s to be done? You can write a check to some Veteran’s organization. Is that supposed to make me feel better? Pat myself on the back, like I solved it? I believe this is a national tragedy up there with the internment of Japanese Americans and the relocation of Native Americans.
I swear, the next time a Republican starts talking about invading Iran, I’m going to call for the reinstatement of the draft. No college deferments. Just a big lottery where anyone’s number, male or female, can be called. We’ll call them Tributes! (Hunger Games shout out!) Because it’s such an honor. Let’s see how war-hungry the Senator is when he has to go home and face his wife as his son or daughter’s number gets picked. (I know, they’d find a way to rig it somehow.) And people will say, “But we do better with soldiers who volunteer and are suited for it.” Oh really? Then why do we call the Citizen Soldiers of World War II the Greatest Generation? They did okay. In fact, I think I’d rather have a pharmacist working security on the base than Blackwater mercenaries. And besides, who can look at the current system and not come to the conclusion that it is broken?
I just think that everybody should have some skin in this game.
6,500 each year.
1 every 80 minutes.
That’s America.
Live with that.
Recalibrating
Every once in a while, you have rechalk the lines, align the cones, review the ground rules. Recalibrate.
Orson Wells once said, “The enemy of art is the absence of limitations.” Or, as Clint Eastwood put it, “Men must know their limitations. “
My friend Emma has a nifty blog on Blogger in which she has category tabs across the top. Each post, I assume, can be coded to fit into them, even though all the posts are aggregated on the front page. When I revamped my look here, that was one of the things I wanted to do, as a way to better focus my writing. Unfortunately, I discovered that Word Press lets you create static pages, but it doesn’t let you post onto them. So, all my posts must remain here in mish-mash fashion where you, my beloved readers, will have to sort them out for yourselves, reading what you like and ignoring what you don’t.
But, if I were able to create categories for my blog, they would probably be:
Politics — I have to live with the fact that I’m a wannabe D. C. wonk. You might as well, also. In college, I got an accidental poly sci minor because I took so many electives in that area. I never realized I had the minor until I received my diploma and opened it. Some day, that minor is really gonna pay off big time! It may as well be now! Some people hate politics and stay away. I love it. I love the fighting, the maneuvering, and the strategizing. And while I, like everyone, tire of the hypocrisy and the corruption built into the system, those usually provide for as much drama, comedy, and entertainment as you’ll find in any TV show or film. The dialog was better on The West Wing, but the story lines of real life are just as good. Politics has their heroes (you have to look close, but there are a few), villains (lots of ‘em), and victims (look in the mirror), and the plots keep changing each news cycle.
Faith– as a recovering megachurch pastor and current cohost of a house church fellowship, I think long and hard on matters of faith. If I ever get any answers, I’ll let you know. Otherwise, I’ll mostly post about the questions. Gandhi once said, “Faith is not something to grasp, it is a state to grow into.” I hope that is what I am doing.
Here again, some of you are repelled whenever people start flapping their yaps about faith or religion. Count me in, too. For the most part, it is done in a polarizing fashion. But I think there is a way to discuss faith and marvel at the mystery of what lies beyond without preaching, condemning, or demagoguing. There is a way to include reason in matters of faith. Or, as the writer Norman Cousins put it, “My reason nourishes my faith and my faith my reason.”
At least you can rest easy with the fact that most of the things dealing with religion I blog about would probably get me kicked out of any respectable church. So, come for the theological insights, stay for the wild-eyed heresy.
You see? That’s why I’ll never explode in popularity like That’s Church. Right off the bat, I prioritize the two topics you are never supposed to talk about in polite company. Oh, well, as Dalton said in the quintessential American film Roadhouse, “I want you to be nice until it’s time to not be nice.” Most of the time, I’ll try to be nice.
Pittsburgh — This is pretty much how I picture Pittsburgh in my mind’s eye.
I’m a big fan. And for a carpetbagging blogger who pays attention, it can be an endless source of people, places, and things that are interesting, infuriating, and inspiring.
Art — This is my place of retreat, especially when the Politics and Faith get me down. For me, it mostly takes the form of books, music, TV, and film, although I have been known to take a stroll through actual museums and galleries and such. One of my favorite things about living in Pittsburgh is the variety of artists I have seen, met, or gotten to know. I love the fact that bands have rehearsed and recorded in our living room. I love volunteering and working on Art All Night here in Lawrenceville. I have loved getting to know all sorts of creative people, from architects to metal sculpturers to graphic and tattoo artists to oil painters to muralists to potters to folk musicians to composers. And much more. Some do it for a living, but for others, art is the Superman to their 9-to-5 Clark Kent existence.
As much as anyone else, these are the people who feed my soul on an ongoing basis. It’s what makes me want to do and experience new things.
Sports — This is another place of refuge and escape when the real world gets me down, even if the teams I follow usually mimic the real world and beat me down even further. In Pittsburgh, “Sports” would also fit into the “Religion” category quite nicely. I, however, try to not take them as seriously as I once did. I grew up playing just about every sport there was, except for hockey and soccer. Back in the day, if I had realized that there were other jobs in professional sports besides those in the locker room, I probably would have pursued a career in a front office somewhere. Today, I can’t help seeing all these bespectacled, nerdy looking 35-year-old baseball GMs and wondering, Why did I not try to do that?
Oh well, my fantasy teams usually get trounced, so it’s probably for the best.
Misc. — This would be for the odd things that happen to me, places I travel to, a news story that caught my eye, or plain old Seinfeldian takes on life. “Whaaat’s the deal with this?”
That’s about it. Those are the rules, and they are nonnegotiable — unless I choose to break, amend, or abolish any of them at any time. ‘Cause that’s how I roll. I am the keymaster. Are you the gatekeeper? Highlander… there can be only one. But I digress.
This post was more for me than for you. After all, what do you care what my rules or topics are? You just come here to amuse and distract yourself for a few minutes. But it is helpful for me to refocus. You have to know the rules in order to break them. That kind of thing. So, carry on. Move along. Nothing to see here.
UPDATE: Okay, with the help of my cousin at Stew’s Brew, I figured out a way to do these categories in a list on the sidebar. If you have a particular interest in one but not the others, you can click on the category to see posts the appropriate posts. We’re here to serve!
The Great Broccoli War of 2012
This is probably a horrible post. This type of topic does not generally lead to constructive dialogue; it leads to verbal Molotov cocktails. Most people will either respond “No duh” or “No way.” It’s high risk/low reward. Nevertheless (as he takes a first, cautious step into the minefield) the current healthcare debate both fascinates and infuriates me. I believe it is the seminal issue of our generation, as Civil Rights, Roe v. Wade, and the various constitutional amendments were in their generations. But this feels bigger.
Why bigger? Because it affects absolutely everyone in fundamental ways: Will I be able to see my doctor? Will my employer drop my coverage? Will there be anything left for my care when I am elderly?
It says something about us as a country: Will we continue to ration health care according to income and profession? Will we allow 17 percent of our people – 50 million men, women, and children — to go without any health insurance? Are we comfortable being the only industrialized country on the planet to not offer its people universal healthcare? (By the way, I had to look this up. Health care — 2 words — is what a patient receives. Healthcare — 1 word — is the system that provides it.)
What infuriates me is the demagoguing and demonizing, the fear tactics and distortions, the mistrust and the xenophobia.
We used to be able to learn from people of other countries and cultures. Now, so many have such a revulsion and contempt for anything that is not covered in the Stars and Stripes. “American Exceptionalism!” is their mantra. It seems vitally important to some that America is fully recognized as #1 in every damn thing there is. Any voice of dissension is viewed as an unloyal Patriot. (Unless, of course, you are criticizing the President of the United States. That’s just being a “Good Goddamn American.”) To me, “American Exceptionalism” is a ridiculous and useless concept. If you are truly exceptional, it’s just pathetic to go around constantly demanding that everybody else recognize it; and if you aren’t truly exceptional, then you just look sad strutting around and acting like you are.
Why is it seen as weakness to admit that our nation is very good at many things, but there are other areas in which we need to improve and learn from others? That’s what we teach our kids to do, isn’t it? Why can’t we do that as a nation?
For instance, Germany has had universal healthcare since the 1800s. You read that right. Last year, they experienced a $5.2 billion (€ 4 bil.) surplus. Their system is based on private insurance and medical provider companies (for profit and non), and funded by a complicated system of premiums based on income. Rich people pay more, just like income tax. It mandates that everybody buy health insurance. You get a list of more than 140 plans to choose from. If you can’t afford insurance, the country pays for it. It was created by one the country’s most ultra-conservative politicians, Otto von Bismarck, in 1883. Today, it enjoys wide support from both liberals and conservatives. There are issues regarding the quality of health care given to the very poor versus the very rich who can afford the very best, but, overall, it’s not a political issue. To take on something so popular and noncontroversial would be electoral suicide.
It is based on an S-word, but it’s not Socialism. It’s Solidarity. Everybody is in the pool and connected to the community. The value is that everybody in a society has a right to access health care, and a society has responsibilities for each of its members.
Germans are confused over the debate here. “What I cannot understand is that you make the question of health insurance an ideological question,” said Wolfgang Zoeller, a Bavarian politician who has spent the last 22 years in the German parliament or Bundestag.
“For me the question of a national health insurance is a humane question. I would like that every person, regardless of his or her age, income, preconditions, or financial possibilities, be helped if they are sick.”
Obviously, Herr Zoeller just doesn’t understand “freedom.” He doesn’t understand how great it is to have your employer determine what doctor you are allowed to see — you know, the American Way.
The Germans are even more confused because the United States is viewed as a much more religious society than Germany, where people may be a member of a church, but hardly ever go. They know that most religions teach people to “love their neighbors” as a central part of what spiritual life is about. When this principle has such a central religious function – and the United States is so religious – why, they wonder, do we allow so many of our tax dollars to go toward war, while refusing to contribute a bit to support our own fellow citizens’ access to the healthcare system?
I’m also mad at broccoli. I’m mad that the Supreme Court is picking up on Right Wing political talking points. You’ll have to take my word for it, but I’d be just as mad if liberal justices were doing the same.
Here’s the deal with broccoli:
1) The Constitution allows Congress to regulate Interstate Commerce. Health insurance is not only a product, it’s also a currency. You buy health care with it. Try doing that with broccoli.
2) If you claim that you don’t want to purchase broccoli, and then go out and consume 45 billions dollars of it and stick us with the bill, I’m probably going to insist (mandate) that you buy your own damn broccoli.
3) Lastly, I take high blood pressure medication. If I change jobs and leave the state, I have a concern that my prescription will no longer be covered, as a preexisting condition. It makes me less likely to take that new job. That affects interstate commerce and the economy. Broccoli will never keep me from taking another job.
You know why Germany has that $5.2 billion surplus? Part of it is because the country strictly regulates prices. Their healthcare companies are not among the most profitable companies in the history of the planet like ours are. (See McKesson, Cardinal Health, United Health, Pfizer.) But it’s mainly because their people don’t need as much care because they are healthy… because they have full access to health care… because they have health care coverage.
I know too many of the working poor — hard-working folks who have a job — who make too much to qualify for Medicaid, but not enough to afford adequate health care. They have to choose between paying a bill and seeing a doctor. They have to choose between getting a prescription filled and putting food on the table. Their health suffers, as a result. The nation’s health care costs rise, as a result. Unlike Germany, America’s overriding value is that one’s access to health care is determined by one’s wealth and profession. American exceptionalism, indeed.
My friends and family on the Right are deeply concerned about things like Death Panels, rationing of care, the survivability of Medicare, and the suspicion that Obama secretly wants to “just let old people die.”
Some of those fears may have basis, but many are just the boogeyman. Obamacare is not a perfect silver bullet. But it’s also not the end of civilization as we know it. It was created by the ultra-Conservative Heritage Foundation as a response to the single-payer Hillary-care system in the 90s. That’s why Romney adopted it. Now it is radiation to the Right because it is now backed by the Left. The fact is, our current healthcare system has as much as $1.7 trillion dollars of waste EACH YEAR! (From inefficient care, unneeded hospital re-admissions, administrative complexity, pricing failures, and more.) It is estimated that by 2037, health insurance premiums will be more than the average family’s income. A Johns Hopkins study estimates that as many as 17, 000 children have died because of lack of insurance or under insurance in the past two decades. Talk about a body count. This is more than a political hot potato. It is a moral tragedy.
So, Washington has reinforced. The battle lines have been drawn. The enemies have been defined. There will be no surrender, no capitulation, no negotiation. War is the only answer. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead! Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes!
Unfortunately, it’s an old war that has already been settled in the rest of the industrialized world. Like those old Japanese soldiers still fighting World War II from caves on Pacific islands twenty years later, we are the only ones left fighting this battle. The rest of the world has been content to move on, if only we had the wisdom to listen and learn… and not fear.
When family pops up on your DVR… drinking game!
“Don’t cross the streams.”
—Dr. Egon Spengler, Ghostbusters
Have you ever had someone from one part of your life suddenly end up in another part of your life? Have you ever had different streams of your life cross? Maybe you find out that someone you knew in college is working for a guy in your bowling league. Maybe someone you know at work is suddenly dating one of your best friends at church. Nothing wrong with it; it’s just weird. It’s like mixing two flavors that shouldn’t go together, but do.
Tonight, two streams in my life will cross. Tonight, my Uncle Charles will be the guest on one of my favorite shows, The Stephen Colbert Report. Tonight, my serious, libertarian, political scientist Uncle will be on a fake news program on the Comedy Channel. Tonight, my family will end up on my DVR of favorite programs. This is weird on so many levels.
Weird, but not unusual. In my time as an amateur blogger, I have made it a rule not to bring family members into my posts except in the briefest and most benign mentions. Blogs go on the Internet and link to Google and they sort of stay out there. My family members haven’t asked for that kind of notoriety, so I don’t bring them into it. But when it comes to my Uncle Charles, he not only has his own Wikipedia page,
he also has an out-of-date IMDB page, so I figure he’s crossed that line, and as long as I don’t reveal family secrets and private details, he’s fair game for the blog. I sincerely doubt that anything I write about him will ever crack the top ten of his search results.
A little background: Charles is the W. H. Brady Scholar at AEI, a wonky D.C. think tank. He’s a political scientist and the author of many books over the years that have been influential, important, groundbreaking, controversial, racist, or genocidal, depending on who you talk to. He’s already appeared on CSPAN, Charlie Rose, Politically Incorrect, and on Rock Center with Brian Williams last month.
Charles is not my uncle in the traditional sense, in that he wasn’t an uncle that I grew up with. We never went fishing, played catch, or spent holidays together. He married my Aunt Cathy after I was out of college. It was the second marriage for both of them, but their relationship has always been, for me, an incredible example of two people with different views and beliefs deeply supporting and caring for one another. In other words, they are great together. According to Wikipedia (I can’t tell you how disconcerting it is to find out stuff you never knew about your own family on Wikipedia), “Cox [my aunt] was initially dubious when she saw [Charles'] conservative reading choices, and she spent long hours ‘trying to reconcile his shocking views with what she saw as his deep decency.’” Look people, it’s on Wikipedia. It has to be true!
My family has known his family ever since he and my parents were little tykes in the small town of Newton, Iowa. He has always been gracious and generous and kind and welcoming. Whenever I’ve dined at their beautiful Civil War-era house in the Maryland countryside, he has gone down into his wine cellar and produced fantastic vintages that could have been saved for much more sophisticated and important palates than my own. He has four awesome children (two with my aunt), all of whom are grown and scattered around the globe. The missus and I are are looking forward to September, when we’ll all come together to celebrate the marriage of their daughter, my cousin, Anna.
Over the years, Charles has written books on entitlements, Libertarianism, and the role of government, as well as a book on the Apollo program with my aunt. But his world exploded in 1994 with the publication of The Bell Curve, coauthored by Richard J. Herrnstein. Unfortunately, Herrnstein died of cancer just before the book was released, and Charles had to take on the full force of the controversy by himself. It was a book on IQ suggesting that if intelligence is passed on hereditarily, and not a product of environment, then there will be serious economic repercussions. In past generations, earning potential was measured by physical strength. Today, it is intelligence. While in the past, a strong man might have married, and had children with, a weaker woman, today, intelligent people tend to marry, and breed with, smart people. If intelligence is hereditary, that means that the economic gap will grow as smart people continue to hook up with other smart people. He also compared IQ tests by race. I know! But as a researcher, he knew that if you test enough people, you can glean specific pieces of knowledge about that group. In general IQ tests, groups of Blacks test below groups of Whites, who test below groups of Asians. In the book, he bent over backwards several times to insist that you can’t tell anything about any one person by his research. He stated that there are Black Nobel Prize winners and Asian imbeciles. But if you take any large sample size of people and test them, there will be things that can be said about the group.
Suffice it to say, very little media coverage surrounded that book that didn’t include some kind of reference to Hitler and Nazis and Arian supremacy. I get the feeling that Charles kind of enjoys being viewed as a little edgy — a bit of a “bad boy” in political science gang culture. Come on, without controversy, you’re just a dusty ol’ political scientist wonk. With it, you get to talk to Brian Williams and Bill Maher. I also get the feeling he enjoys being a political enigma. In talking to him, he seems conservative but not Right Wing. I get the feeling he doesn’t vote along party lines. He’s lunched with the Reagans, spoken before conservative groups, and plays chess with Charles Krauthammer. But he and my aunt also participated in Bill Clinton’s Renaissance Weekends back in the day and he defended Barack Obama’s 2008 race speech in the National Review. You can’t pin him down that easily.
His current book is Coming Apart: The State of White America (1960–2010). Any time the author of The Bell Curve includes “White America” in his subtitle, you know he’s going to make headlines once again. Oops. Authors must hate getting their books into the headlines. This book expands on The Bell Curve by only looking at the growing gap between rich and poor whites. He says he is trying to take race out of the equation. He claims that in the sixties, rich and poor whites shared in community and culture more than they do today. They shopped at the same stores, went to the same churches, and enjoyed the same activities. Not so much anymore. Full disclosure: I have not read it yet. I’ve only read reviews like this one.
So, tonight, my Uncle Charles will sit down with Stephen Colbert and hijinks are sure to ensue. It takes a lot of guts for a conservative political scientist to venture into a venue like that. I am beyond impressed and will be cheering for him. I’ve told my Aunt Cathy to take notes. I know they are doing pre-interviews, but I’m dying to know how much Colbert’s guests know what they are walking into. I’m dying to know if they rehearse. From everything they’ve heard from those who’ve been there, Colbert is a great guy and a fun experience. I’ve told Cathy that whatever happens, he’ll earn a tremendous amount of “street cred” with the college crowd for being a good sport. Maybe at the wedding, he and I can share notes. Oh, perhaps you forgot that I was on The Drew Carey Show?
Hey, I know. Drinking game! Tonight, I get to drink every time anyone mentions “Bell Curve,” “IQ,” “Adolph Hitler,” or “the poor.” Here’s to crossing streams… of scotch.
Men behaving badly
What’s up with dudes these days? Seriously. It’s getting to the point where I wonder why anyone lets us run anything, from a country to a corporation to a sports franchise to a church to a leaf blower.
I’m going to have to enter the witness protection program for this one, aren’t I? It’s just that lately, I’ve had it up to here with my gender.
Today saw the third bomb threat called into Pitt’s Cathedral of Learning in the past eight days. I’m just going to go out on a limb here and say that they should probably be looking for a dude. When is the last time you saw a woman charged with calling in bomb threats? That’s almost definitely the sole territory of a dude.
All you have to do is take a quick glance through the headlines, both local and worldwide, to know that what I’m saying is true. It’s men who shoot preschool children and soldiers in France. It’s men who shoot defenseless boys in Orlando because they are wearing a hoodie (code for: being black) and look like they are up to no good. It’s men who run police forces that let those men get away with it. It’s men who think it might be a good idea to get a job at an armored car company, murder your partner, and run off to hide in a hole with millions of dollars. It’s men who run churches (because the Bible was written by men who said it must be so) and prey upon children, while telling others that it’s not okay be the way God created them. It’s men who put bounties on other players in football, paying extra if they are injured and carted off the field. (It’s also men who lie about doing that when they are caught red-handed.) It’s men who sneak off military bases to cowardly murder women and children who are fighting in no one’s army. It’s men who kidnap children, forcing them to murder their parents and to become mercenaries. It’s primarily men who bring their testosterone to Wall Street, where they devour and pillage in amassing their huge fortunes without a thought to ethics or the damage their behavior does to regular people. It’s (Illinois) men who slink off to jail as disgraced governors. It’s men who run the government in a troubled economy (thanks mostly to the Wall Street dudes) by assaulting the reproductive rights of women.
I know I’m generalizing and cherry-picking here. I’m just saying that, sometimes, men really suck. And although there are cases of women sucking in similar ways, you just don’t see nearly as much genocide, murder, mayhem, financial malfeasance, sexual abuse, political corruption, power tripping, and general hatred coming from the gals. Unless men blame them, of course. You see, when men are in charge, the only person who goes to jail for a Wall Street crime is Martha Stewart. High five me, bro!
A recent study said that the U. S. was tied for 73rd in the world when it comes to women in elected positions of power. (Although we’re actually 90th if you account for ties.) Surprisingly, Rwanda (1st) and Cuba (3rd) top the list. In 2008, women accounted for 54% of the voting public, but only 24% of state legislatures, only 17% of Congress, and only 6 out of 50 governorships. Women of color are only 4% of Congress. Look, I’m not saying we’d be better off with Sarah Palin than Barack Obama. Hells, no. I’m just saying that maybe so many things wouldn’t be so screwed up if we let more women in the club.
I’m sure a big reason for this is that women see men in politics and say, “Why would I want to be a part of that?” No doubt. Seriously, when Governor Corbett of Pennsylvania defends a law forcing women seeking abortions to submit to an unnecessary ultrasound with the screen pointed at her face, by saying, “You just have to close your eyes,” you really have to wonder if all these gray-haired men in suits aren’t chest-bumping each other backstage after the press conference. When an Arizona law is considered that allows a doctor to withhold health information from a pregnant woman if he fears she might have an abortion, it makes me wonder if women even vote in this country, let alone run for office. I’ve talked to two college-age women this week are not registered to vote because they could care less about politics. When I tell them shit like this, they get really angry. I’m hoping that they both go to get registered as they said they would.
The state houses, the board rooms, and the corner offices still tend to be boy’s clubs. But with the rhetoric that has been flying around the political races this year, maybe that should change. If women in leadership positions more accurately reflected their percentage of the population, maybe there would be less corruption, less stalemate, and less unnecessary aggression. I’ll bet there would be more money spent on education and healthcare than on bombs and oil company subsidies. Maybe there would be more talk about what’s best for the country than what will destroy the other guy and give my party a win. Maybe there would be less measuring of manhood and more valuing of personhood. Maybe there would be fewer pissing contests and more opportunities for cooperation.
I know. And maybe unicorns would fly out of my butt.
Exceptional documentaries, part one
I’ve recently seen two documentaries that rocked my world.
I don’t know if you’re like me. I’m rarely excited to watch a documentary. It just feels like work. It’s been a long day; I’m tired; and now, I’m going to have to use my brain to get interested in some subject for a couple of hours. But with well-done documentaries, I quickly become hooked. Among my favorites are:
- Who Killed the Electric Car?
- Why We Fight
- Bowling for Columbine
- Capitalism, a Love Story
- When We Were Kings
- Hoop Dreams
- Roger & Me
- King Corn
There are several good ones I’ve still never seen, like The Fog of War, Food Inc., Man on a Wire, and Gasland. I saw An Inconvenient Truth, and while I could agree with its message, it never really stoked my passion. Same with Sicko. I get it. Health care is broken; others do it better or differently. It was just okay. Same with Super Size Me. Am I really supposed to be surprised that eating nothing but McDonald’s for a month will mess with your health? Not really. March of the Penguins was extremely well done. I can’t even imagine how hard it was to film. It just didn’t stay with me.
Here’s the thing about documentaries: they aren’t really meant to be unbiased. Usually, they tell one side or perspective of the story. I understand there’s another side. But that’s how I want it. I don’t want a director giving me an even-handed account of something without taking a side. I go to NPR for that. I want a passionate filmmaker who is using the medium to shout an opinion to the world. It’s like listening to only one speaker in a debate. I go at it saying, “Okay, go ahead. Convince me. Make me care about this.” And usually, they do. I would, however, like the film to be factual. I would also like the participants to be treated fairly and not be manipulated.
In my favorites list above are three movies by Michael Moore. He is one director who flirts with the manipulation line quite a bit. I’m not crazy about the way he sandbags people and misrepresents himself in interviews. In Bowling for Columbine, for instance, I didn’t care for the interview he did with a slightly addled Charlton Heston. I thought it was a cheap and easy shot. Heston was obviously suffering from Parkinson’s or Alzheimer’s. It wasn’t a fair fight. Okay, you made an old man look foolish. Congratulations. There were other parts of the movie, however–including a cartoon about America’s gun history–that were freaking brilliant.
One of the films I saw recently is actually a series of three films by the BBC called The Power of Nightmares: The Rise of the Politics of Fear. This was suggested by my brother-in-law, Anarchist David. When he suggested it, I’ll admit that I rolled my eyes. I’d never heard of it. It sounded like some of his fringe San Francisco anarchist propaganda. Now that I’ve seen parts 1 and 2, I’ve got to say: it’s fascinating. (FYI: It is available through Netflix.)
It parallels the rise of the NeoCons and the Religious Right with the simultaneous rise of radical Islam. Both began in the 1950s. Both saw what they perceived as the danger of moral decay in their societies. Both realized the value of fear in coalescing the masses. Both created an evil boogeyman that represented a clear and present danger to their ways of life. Both used their causes—made up of both reality and fiction—to raise money, wage war, and trample some of the very values they claimed to believe in.
One of the amazing parts was the strange marriage of the NeoCons (strong military defense folks) with the Religious Right (preachers and family value crowd). The NeoCons were scotch-drinking, hard-ass, special ops, do-whatever-it-takes dudes. They weren’t exactly singing in church choirs and conducting Bible studies. But they wanted to keep America’s war machine well-maintained and funded. For this, they always needed an enemy: Hitler and the Nazis, Commies, Socialism, Saddam Hussein, Osama bin Laden, radical Islam, terrorists, etc. The NeoCons realized that while they were strong in money and power, they were small in number. They needed an army. The Religious Right of the 70s and 80s lacked money and power but had an army of passionate, God-fearing, gun-loving Americans. It was a match made, pun intended, in heaven.
To keep their “troops” enthused and at the ready, the NeoCons fed them myths and propaganda. Buzz words were sprinkled throughout, like freedom, liberty, exceptionalism, the American way of life, godless Communists, and Islamofascists. They framed the opposing sides not as nationalities and ideas but as “good” and “evil.” They said things like, “We’re shining the light of freedom into the darkness.” “We will root out the evildoers.” Interestingly, radical Islam was doing these very same things. “America is the ‘great Satan.’” “Thanks be to Allah, only we are the pure and chosen ones.”
Two opposing sides, using the very same strategies and propaganda techniques. Like I said: fascinating.
This election season, you’ll hear some of these buzz words used. Especially “American exceptionalism.” There are some who believe that these are code words for a very aggressive foreign policy. It’s a sabre-rattling technique, a sort of posturing that warns Iran and China and terrorists everywhere that they had better toe the line. It says, “what good is it being a super power if you can’t control the rest of the world for your own benefit?”
It’s also red meat for the “America first” crowd, the isolationists who want to preserve some kind of Frank Capra-esque view of Americana. It’s a very white world with soda fountains and milk delivery and twin beds. It’s a world that can feel threatened by multiculturalism, racial integration, and the tolerance of political correctness—with its civility, acceptance, and kindness. American exceptionalism has an edge to it. There’s an anger and smugness to it.
Problem is, it doesn’t wear well with others. I mean, if you truly are exceptional, does it help to go around telling everyone? That doesn’t help your cause with the outside world much. And if, God forbid, you are no longer “exceptional,” then you just look like a fool telling everyone how great you are when they know the truth.
Meanwhile, the NeoCons don’t go away. They haunt the halls of the Pentagon and the State Department. They run the multi-billion-dollar corporations who fill the coffers of campaign super pacs while making the bullets and drones and other forms of wartime technology. The minute peace breaks out, so do they. They can’t stand it. They start itching. It’s not long before new enemies emerge. America is in danger yet again. And only we are able to confront the evil out there. Who else is going to do it? France? Please. Slowly, the drums of war begin their rhythmic beat. This time, it will be about Iran or North Korea or Somalia or Syria. This peace cannot stand.
Here’s an idea: how about passing a War Tax Bill. It automatically imposes an across-the-board tax increase to fund the use of American military abroad. A flat percentage from everybody. It will pay for the war and not charge it to the deficit. It will demand a wartime sacrifice from all Americans. Plus, perhaps it will make Republicans who hate tax increases only go to war when it’s really warranted. Yeah, when pigs fly.
If anything, films like this just help you to recognize the buzz words and the theatrics. It helps you to know when you are being led down a path. Your ears will perk up when you are being told to be afraid, to shine the beacon of freedom, and to remember just how damned exceptional we are compared to all those foreigners. And you’ll realize how effective it all is. You’ll realize the convincing power that nightmares have.
Stay tuned for part two.
Time to cut the ribbon
It didn’t take long for a new outrage to break me out of my melancholy. And I must say… I saw this one coming. To quote the bard, something was rotten in the state of Denmark.
No need to give a lot of background. The Susan G. Komen Foundation pulled their $700,000 grant to Planned Parenthood for breast cancer screening exams. If you don’t know this, your head is in the sand and you probably don’t read blogs.
In October 2010, I stated my distaste for Komen’s pink ribbon campaign every October. As I said, I’m not pro-cancer. I am, however, against marketing that uses blatant consumerism to promote a cause. Pink cement trucks, pink hand guns, and even pink buckets of chicken.
Nothing like promoting the consumption of artery-clogging fat in pursuit of the almighty buck. And maybe all of this would be worth it if a cure was to be found. Again, my cynicism rises up. There is just way too much money involved. Too much money in research; too much money in treatment; too much money in fundraising. As I stated in my 2010 post, if tonight I discovered a ten-cent tea bag that would completely cure cancer, I fully believe that I would be dead by Sunday. It would ruin the lives of too many wealthy foundations and executives. I have no proof, of course. But wouldn’t that make a great movie? Call it Fatal Cure. Cast Liam Neeson, Ashley Judd, and John Malkovich (as the evil cancer association exec, of course) and you’d have box office gold.
The KFC tie-in alone proves that the Komen people have no scruples. So can we be done with the yearly assault of Pepto Bismal products and clothing? But don’t listen to me. Here’s a great post by Cancer Bitch, a cancer survivor who is also sick being pink’d every October. Or, go to Think Before You Pink, an organization seeking more transparency and accountability by companies participating in cancer promotions. This story in the Sacramento Bee revealed how the Komen Foundation has been giving less and less of its huge fortune to cancer research (from 26% to just 16%), and more and more to marketing and self-promotion. On the other hand, the National Breast Cancer Research Foundation gives 88% of its money to cancer research. Snap.
As far as Komen goes, it will now be fun to watch the backpedaling. People will resign or be fired. Damage control will be in full force as a significant portion of their funding goes bye-bye. This is not something you can just apologize for and move on. Whether this was a business move (unlikely) or a political move (duh!), it was incredibly stupid. By tying their future to the Tea Party, they have just alienated half (at least) of the country. And if their policy is not to give grants to organizations under any sort of investigation, Mother Jones wants to know if they are going to withdraw their $7.5 million grant to Penn State. Snap, again. And do you really think that people this stupid are suddenly going to come up with a cure for cancer?
Also, the backlash might finally bring an army to the defense of the undersieged Planned Parenthood organization–something the Komen folks probably didn’t foresee. Conservatives seem to really hate this organization. As my friend Bluz at Darwinfish2 and others have pointed out, only 3% of PP’s activities go to providing abortions. So, why the target? Is it because they provide health services to poor and uninsured women? Perhaps. More likely, it is because they are really the only national organization to do so. Conservatives love to say that PP is responsible for 1 of 4 abortions in this country. That’s because no other national organization provides health services to these women as PP does. Most abortions are performed at private health clinics, usually for women with means and/or insurance. For the poor, the young, and the uninsured, there is no one else to fill the gap, both for family planning and cancer screening procedures. That’s what makes the Komen decision so insidious. It’s not just a policy stance or opinion, it puts the lives of millions of women in danger. It will lead to many more unwanted pregnancies–and more abortions.
Of course, you can choose not to care. You can eat your yogurt from pink cartons. You can run 5Ks to add to Komen’s ridiculously large bank account. You can wear your pink ribbons and t-shirts because it’s just so socially conscious. But as of now, the Komen Foundation has ceased to be a charitable fund-raising organization and has, instead, become a Right-wing political action committee. That’s fine. They are free to do that. But know this… there’s no going back.
BREAKING NEWS: Well, I couldn’t even finish this post before the Komen people completely caved. Apparently, there is “going back.” CNN is reporting that Komen’s funding of PP will be restored, this according to Senator Frank Lautenberg.
From now on, going on a weekend bender fueled by Jack Daniels, cocaine, gambling, and prostitutes, and then apologizing afterward to all your family and friends while vowing to do better will be called “Pulling a Komen.”
By aborting their original decision, does this mean that Komen founder and CEO Nancy Brinker will resign? Probably not. Does it mean that she won’t continue to seek ways to destroy Planned Parenthood? Probably not.
As for me, I plan to keep avoiding the pink ribbons. Doing so doesn’t mean that I don’t support cancer research and support for its victims. Believe it or not, there are other organizations fighting the good fight, such as:
The National Breast Cancer Coalition
The Breast Cancer Research Foundation
The Black Women’s Health Imperative
I’m sure there are more. Feel free to mention your own.
In the meantime, three cheers for the hackers who broke into the Susan G. Komen Website last night to tell the truth.
You’ve gotta love nerds. God bless their Star Wars-loving, Dungeons and Dragons-playing little hearts.















