Category Archives: Politics

The Bechdel Test

Fall                                                                          Samhain Moon

In Modern and Post Modern we read Alison Bechdel’s graphic novel, Fun Home.  It’s poignant, well-drawn and has a lot to say about gender and the corrosive personal affects of having to hide one’s sexual preferences behind society’s gender roles.  I’m not surprised to see her in this interesting quote.  Gonna try and test movies from now on myself.  Here’s a link to her website: Dykes to Watch Out For.

“Four independent theaters in Sweden have launched a campaign to install a rating system that classifies films based on their representations of gender. Films will be approved with an “A-rating” if they pass the Bechdel test, named after Alison Bechdel, whose 1985 comic strip inspired its development. The Bechdel test has the minimal criteria that the film contains at least two female characters that talk to each other about something besides men. While this yardstick of measurement may seem easy enough, the amount of films passing the test has proven surprising scant.”

Go Now, You’re No Longer Needed

Fall                                                                           Samhain Moon

Translated into English the Latin Mass has closing words that always get me, “Go now, the Mass is ended.” They may have changed a bit since the last time I went, but it sounds like the bums rush.  We’re done; you can leave.

It came to mind when I read on the NYT’s site that the shutdown is over and the default avoided.  To the Republicans I say, “Go now, your term has ended.”  They inflicted real pain on the economy, looked like spoiled pre-schoolers or practicing alcoholics who want what they want and want it now and only burned through political capital for no achievement.  They do not deserve to sit in a deliberative body charged with solving our common problems, not creating them.

I read a very interesting NYT op ed piece on what the risk is of the shutdown strategy, Democracy After the Shutdown.  It threatens the social compact on which our government depends.  That’s a big deal.  Read the article and see if you agree with it.  I did.

Hubris Masquerading as Certainty

Fall                                                                       Samhain Moon

Read an article on how to respond to the shutdown.  Talk about it, the article said.  So I will.

1.  How can a Republican branded political cult conspire to bring the world’s most vibrant economy to its knees? Pretty easily apparently.  By easily I mean with no conscience for the real world fall out from their racist (stop this black president) and poorly conceived analysis.  The Affordable Health Care Act is not socialist.  I wish it were.  But it just isn’t.  It’s a market based, Republican conceived, Massachusetts advanced plan that goes about 1/3 of the way toward what Dave Durenberger (no commie) calls an American health care system.

2.  Appropriation of the word patriot.  While driving yesterday, I passed a guy with a sign on his car that read Premier House Inspections.  Taped to his back window was a red white and blue sign that read Tea Party Patriot.  The implication of the word patriot here, just like the wearing of American flag decals and the Love it or Leave it bumper stickers of the Vietnam era, represents a noxious form of civic self-righteousness.  We alone love America. We alone understand the Constitution.  We alone have the self-anointed right to do whatever we want in the pursuit of our pure and clean ideas.

No.  Arrogation of  virtue by claiming it is the same as a criminal saying, “I’m innocent.” As a pedophile claiming, “But I love children.” As an evangelical’s “You must be born again.” Bold letters on must in this sentence.  Virtue is not known by words but by deeds.

Threatening the economy and a system of government (which is in the constitution) that has served us well is not patriotism.  It is hubris masquerading as certainty.

3.  On this last point about our system of government.  Holding legislation hostage to matters necessary for the continuation of the government’s functioning violates the constitutional separation of powers, the contract with the American people who expect their congress to resolve public disputes, not create them as well as the tradition of our form of governance–tradition being a hallmark favorite of conservatives by definition.

4.  Final point.  Conservative.  I find a lot in the conservative philosophical position to commend it.  Retaining that which works is a key to civilization’s progress.  Not the only key, surely, but definitely one of them.  The world of religion and art, both containers for tradition, have been important to me my whole life, in particular for the reservoir of human wisdom and insight they preserve.  Likewise the conservative insistence on justifying a break with what’s working makes sense to me.  To paraphrase Carl Sagan extraordinary measures require extraordinary rationales.

The conservative-liberal dialectic is a necessary driver of human social life and it is a dialectic.  That is, the juice is in the tension between the two, the vibration that occurs when make it new, let’s just get on with solving the problem confronts we’ve always done it this way, let’s stop and think about it.  That tension is a good thing.

Radical positioning on either end of the dialectic snaps the tension and destroys the useful energy created as these opposing inclinations tussle.  Doing that requires an extraordinary rationale.  Not liking a President and wanting to stop legislation already law are not extraordinary save in one regard, their level of stupidity.

New Normal

Fall                                                                     Samhain Moon

Summer.  Fall. Summer. Before this it was.  Winter. Spring. Winter. Spring.   Of course that’s from a last millennia perspective.  Born after 2000 and this is your normal, not weird, just the way things are.  For awhile.  This normal, though, will change faster than ours did.

The first frost is two weeks late.  Or is it?  Hard to say.  The changes.  Just. Keep. Coming.

I’m counting on Obama to hold tight, legislation can’t be held hostage every time the government needs to pay its bills.  Is it a conspiracy if a lot of people colluded to make this stupid event happen, but every one knows about it?  It’s difficult for me to understand wanting to be seen as the lug wrench in the gears of say the CDC as a chicken borne illness begins to accelerate its number of incidents.  (This is happening.) Or, NOAA as a freak blizzard strikes western South Dakota.  Or, our economy.  Or, the world’s economy.

I remember seeing grandson Gabe hanging on to something he wanted then using it to bang his sister over the head.  He was 4.

 

Enlightenment’s Dark Side

Fall                                                                                  Samhain Moon

It was wet and chill, but the red and gold fruit warmed me as it slid off.  The raspberry canes grabbed at me as I moved among them as if wanting me to stay awhile longer, to chat or linger.  Once in a while I threw an over ripe berry over the fence to Rigel who watched my progress with head moving up and down, patient, waiting.

Before the berry picking I spent a couple of hours reading 34 pages, the introductory chapter to Adorno and Horkheimer’s, Dialectic of Enlightenment.  As this MOOC moves toward the end, we come closer to the current time and to thinkers with whom I’m familiar not through academics but through the politics of the 1960’s.  Adorno and Horkheimer are part of the Frankfurt School philosophers, most of whom emigrated to the US during WW II.  I was most familiar with the work of their colleague Herbert Marcuse, but I have come to know the work of Jurgen Habermas, too.

This is dense material and the argument is provocative, far from obvious.  In essence Adorno and Horkheimer argue that the enlightenment has become an instrument of oppression.  Some characterize the enlightenment as a movement designed to make the earth a home for humanity.  Instead of moving toward freedom and liberation the focus on repeatable natural laws and the tools of technology enabled control and domination, both of the planet and citizens of nation-states.  I’ll do better with this at another time, but this is heart of it.

 

 

It’s Just Not Exactly Clear

Fall                                                                       Harvest Moon

What the?

Politics has been a dominant thread in the fabric of my life.  If the fabric of my life were, say a tartan plaid, the bright red threads would form some of the whole blocks.  Political awareness for me surfaces for the first time during the Stevenson/Eisenhower election in 1952, the long night of November 4th and the early morning of November 5th to be exact.  That night my father and I sat up watching the flickering black and white screen of our still very new television as the votes came in from across the nation.

We, I followed my father’s preference here, assured that it was the best one, were Stevenson supporters.  It was not the last night my heart would beat fast as votes overwhelmed hope, but it was the first.  What I remember most is the television screen and staying up very late as sober voiced men reported votes “as they came in.”  And staying up late with my dad.  I was 5.

Given the strength of this memory I’m sure somewhere prior to this I’d become aware of politics.  As a newspaper editor, Dad had an important community role, sort of judge and teacher, sorting out candidates for endorsement and informing the town of what they all stood for plus the bare mechanics of the electoral process.

All this is to say that I consider myself an informed participant/observer of the political scene, locally, nationally and internationally.  Politics in all forms still fascinate me, 61 years later, and I’ve only recently (within the year) stepped away from an active role.

And I don’t get it.  I don’t get the train wreck happening in Washington right now.  Sure, I understood ideological purity and intransigence, I’m a card carrying 1960’s radical.  What I don’t get is that these guys are on the inside, part of the system, elected to Congress.  In that role ideological purity and intransigence have limits.  That’s what a legislature is for, the mediation of public disagreement.  The mediation.  Not the my way or no way politics of the Republican far right.

And I don’t get it.  The climate change deniers.  The science piling up and up and up and up.  A long time ago.  The evidence all pointing in the same direction: anthropogenic.

In both instances the far right remind me of Thelma and Louise, only in this case it would be pomade hair underneath those scarves and the scarves would be made from U.S. flag material and the top down convertible they’re driving would be an October, 1929 Nash.  There it goes, over the cliff.

 

“You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.” -Bob Dylan

Fall                                                                                   Harvest Moon

“Earth in warmest period in 1,400 years, global climate panel says.”  NPR Updraft blog

“President Obama spoke in the White House briefing room on Monday evening, and castigated House Republicans for failing to perform one of the most basic functions by not providing money for the government.”   NYT

“Markets Slide Worldwide Amid U.S. Budget Battle”  NYT

 

Fall                                                                       Harvest Moon

from Mother Jones

“The Republican Party is bending its entire will, staking its very soul, fighting to its last breath, in service of a crusade to make sure that the working poor don’t have access to affordable health care. I just thought I’d mention that in plain language, since it seems to get lost in the fog fairly often. But that’s it. That’s what’s happening. They have been driven mad by the thought that rich people will see their taxes go up slightly in order to help non-rich people get decent access to medical care.”

Zeitgeist

Lughnasa                                                               Honey Moon

It’s happening again.  Today.  We’re getting all historical and misty over an event that happened in my lifetime, while I was in high school.

That speech in 1963.  When I went to Washington, D.C. in March I walked past the Obama Whitehouse out to the Lincoln Memorial.  There’s a plaque there, on one of the steps, that marks the spot where MLK stood.

I’d like to say I remember the speech and the reactions to it, but I don’t.  Or, at least, those memories have become submerged in the later, copious reactions in print and in other media.  I can hear his voice, as I imagine you can, soaring and dipping.  “That check came back marked insufficient funds.”  “I have a dream.”  It was the rhythm of call and response preaching, a hallmark of the black church, a tradition that retained, and retains, a respect for rhetoric, for the art of speaking persuasively.

In those days, those same tumultuous times, President Kennedy had authorized American military adviser’s presence in Vietnam.  So even as Dr. King spoke in Washington the seeds of another great domestic conflict were sown, the dragon teeth of Cadmus, and they would come to life in a great battle fought conterminously with the expanding civil rights movement.

And there was more.  As the civil rights movement and the anti-war movement blossomed into a decade of radical protest, another cri de coeur had begun to gain critical mass, the feminist movement.

This was at the end of my first phase, all this roiling pitching crowded press, idea upon idea, action upon action, analysis followed analysis into praxis with the quiet, inhibited era of the post-war atomic age bulging at its anger constricted arteries, veins pulsing with affronted blood.

How could I not have been shaped, reshaped, torn down and built up again by exposure to the racism, the militarism, the sexism that was my birthright, a right mess of potage handed down to me as God’s honest truth?  No wonder those old ties sundered, split apart by cultural sclerosis.

It was King, yes, but it was also the times, the zeitgeist.  This was a moment almost out of time, a moment when the old was no longer adequate, when antiquity could no longer be a reason.  It was a time like the one Ralph Waldo Emerson wanted:

“Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres  of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories, and criticism. The foregoing generations beheld God and nature face to face; we, through their eyes . Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe?  Why should not we have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs?”

Today we are still learning how to put enough into the bank so the check will not come back marked insufficient funds.  Today we are still learning how to control a military adventurism that displays American imperialism and idealism in equal measure.  Today we are still learning how to integrate women into all phases of our social existence.  And more.  Now we are learning, too, the same for LGBT citizens, for Muslims, for the disabled and the old.

Yes, things have grown quieter again, but that is only because the zeitgeist is not one of boiling change.  At least not here in the U.S.  That does not mean the problems have been solved or that the need for protest is past.  It will come again.

 

 

 

Americana

Lughnasa                                                                      Honey Moon

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Two slices of Americana, one yesterday and one today.  The first pictures are from the Fabric Outlet Store, a place owned by a funny Jewish guy who liked my hat.  The second are from an event that happens not 6 miles from our home every August, but to which we went for the first time today, the Nowthen Threshing Show.  I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.

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