I have already made my support for government recognition of same-sex unions known on many occasions, and my extended thoughts on this debate are available elsewhere on this blog. Re-hashing such commentary in detail will help no one; only a summary is necessary: in short, my belief that same sex couples have every right to marry is attenuated by my belief that sovereignty in the United States lies with the people – not the judiciary. As such, any efforts to extend legal recognition of marriage to same-sex couples must begin with an effort to convince the public that this historically essential institution will not be harmed by doing so.

One would think this would be easy given the injury 50% of once-married heterosexual couples, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Mickey Rooney, Britney Spears, and a substantial portion of the Las Vegas economy have done to it. Alas, it is not. But we must persevere. Until we succeed, activists in my camp will antagonize our opponents and enrage the general public by insisting that the matter be resolved by the judiciary. To make matters worse, they continually conflate lawmakers with those tasked with interpreting the law. It’s enough  to make a person write extended blog posts on a subject of relatively little global importance while drinking cheap gin and smoking cigars on a Saturday night.

But I digress.

What struck me by last week’s ruling is this: No matter how often the spectacle presents itself, I simply cannot become accustomed to the sight of hundreds or thousands of same-sex couples waiting with bated breath to hear the ruling of some judicial cog regarding the status of their nuptials. “Can we get married or not?” was the phrase apparently uttered by countless gay and lesbian individuals on the Left Coast.

I think it is a combination of both personal experience and an innate libertarian disposition which makes me so startled by this type of statement. I know a number of same-sex couples who have vowed to spend their lives together, and without a doubt, I consider them to be married. One couple in particular has been married nearly 20 years, and shows every sign of continuing for another 20. They are married. You don’t think so? God disagrees, you say? I respect your opinion. But no amount of direct democracy, legislative action, or judicial fiat will convince me otherwise. Whether or not same-sex marriage is recognized by the government is a practical matter that affects insurance status, hospital visits, and the like. These are certainly critical issues, but they do not address the key question of whether or not a same-sex couple is committed to one another until death.

Marriage is an intensely personal matter, made public by profession, and made spiritual by solemn vow. I am married to my wife because I made a vow to love, honor, and cherish her for the rest of my life, and my word is my bond. There are nearly 100 of our friends and family members who can attest to the fact that these vows were made. My now brother in law, a pastor, officiated, and in doing so provided continuity between the interpersonal, social, and – of primary importance – spiritual. Yes, at one point I did sign a marriage license, and it was registered with the appropriate government agency; the government recognizes our union. However, I regard this recognition as no more important than the lease on my apartment, an insurance policy, or countless other contractual relationships into which I have entered. What makes marriage different is its spiritual and social character.

Above all, what troubles me about the same-sex marriage debate today is the level of dependence on the state which it betrays. The government has become so pervasive and intrusive into all of our affairs that we now rely on it to define our interpersonal relationships.

I will rest for a few words and allow the absurd nature of this situation to sink in.

Now, I repeat: those of you who are ultimately waiting on a SCOTUS ruling to determine whether or not you can marry are relying on the state to determine the status of your personal relationships. To same-sex couples across the world who  wish to make a lifelong commitment to one another, I say you do yourself and our society a disservice by allowing such an intrusion into your personal lives. The government may fail to recognize your contractual obligations to one another – as well as the contractual obligations of insurance companies, hospitals, etc. – but this does nothing to define your relationship.

Get married. I and millions of other Americans will recognize and honor your union.

Then address the government’s shortcomings with respect to contractual enforcement.

Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu was recently asked a question regarding “Arab lands” in Israel. The PM’s response was that there was no such thing because, “It’s our land”.

People much smarter than me have rendered up answers to the question and I was particularly careful to ignore all of them – it just increases the time I have to spend on research. I first approached the issue from the standpoint of a real estate transaction. One of the benefits of that approach is that all land everywhere is owned or controlled by someone. That applies to Antarctica, Manhattan and Israel. Plus, I know a little about real estate already.

Location, location, location. Israel’s particular corner of the world lies at the confluence of Asia, Europe and Africa. It’s geopolitical value dates back to when western traders with baubles, bangles and beads passed through to the orient and then returned with spices and silks. If your people controlled Israel and it’s surroundings, you were entitled to rake-off a bit of all this commerce in an ancient version of the protection racket. “Tell ya what. Give us the paprika and we can guarantee that bandits won’t attack your caravan, slaughter your men, rape your women and barbecue your kids.” The New Jersey Turnpike should look into this marketing angle to increase revenue.

Prior to all that commerce, Israel just happened to be in an area that a lot of thugs wanted to conquer in order to conquer other people as well. And, since people have been living in that neck of the desert for thousands of years since history was invented, there’s an extensive historical record to examine; kind of the world’s longest title search. Sadly, this compelled me to abandon real estate law and trudge through that history.

It would appear that the city of Jerusalem was first inhabited in the fourth millenium BCE. This was during the “Copper Age”, which began in the fifth millenium BCE, somewhere else. The Copper Age lasted about a millenium, so the folks in Jerusalem were late-comers to the copper thingy. About the time the dullards in Jerusalem figured out copper, other people started mixing tin with copper to produce bronze. The Bronze Age opened a can of whup-ass on the copper-wielders so, at its founding, at least, the good people of Jerusalem were at a technological disadvantage, metal-wise. The superiority of bronze over copper weapons can be easily demonstrated in your own kitchen. Take a penny from your spouse or kids, place it on a plastic or bamboo cutting board, and whack it with a piece of bronze. I’m not sure where you’ll find an actual piece of bronze, but I’m pretty sure that the penny will not look too swell when you’re through. Mind you, I’m not actually suggesting that you do such a thing, given that defacement of United States coinage is a Federal offense punishable by stern looks, finger waggling and head-noogies.

The poor shlubs who first built their wattle and daub habitats in the vicinity of Jerusalem have been swallowed up by a variety of their betters over the millennia. A list of conquerors/conquerees reads like a Who’s Who of the Levant’s most bloodthirsty and idiotic tyrants. That rich tradition continues to the present day.

By the time king David got around to conquering the city, it was held by Jebusites – a Canaanite people much maligned in scriptures written by history’s winners. David made the city the capital of the Kingdom of Israel and his son Solomon built the Temple on Mt. Moriah. Solomon went to his reward around 930 BCE, after which ten of the twelve tribes of Israel booked and started their own kingdom. About 200 years later the ten tribes were evicted by the Assyrians and many returned to Jerusalem. The balance became the Ten Lost Tribes of Israel and, depending on which crackpot theory you subscribe to, emerged later in history as either American Indians, Irishmen, East Indians, Ethiopians, Japanese, Scots, Persians or Brits.

In 586 BCE the Babylonians had their run at the place and defeated Assyrians and Jews alike. Jerusalem was taken, the Temple was destroyed and the surviving inhabitants were hauled off to be slaves in Babylon. In 538 BCE Cyrus the Great sent the Jews back to their city and invited them to rebuild their (second) Temple.

Now, neither scripture nor history says anything about the Jubusites, Canaanites or even Palestinians being given the same ticket back to Jerusalem. We don’t even know if they were hauled away in the first place. Actually, the word “Palestine” didn’t really emerge until around 135 CE when the Romans used the name to designate that area which roughly corresponds to what we now call the “Holy Land”. The word, however, has etymological roots in “Phylistia” which designated the coastal region of the area and whose people were never conquered by the Israelites (even though God told them to do it OR ELSE!!!). The Israelite Judge Samson used to amuse himself at the expense of the Philistines. He once single-handedly sent 10,000 of them to Baal using nothing more than the jawbone of a deceased domestic equine. Years later the shepherd David clobbered one of them with a rock and prospered.

Those Philistines who survived such ill use later became Phoenicians or live among us now as people of low taste. I suppose that if those who today call themselves “Palestinians” could trace their lineage back to Goliath as effectively as the Jews have traced theirs to David and Solomon, this whole Middle-East Crisis would never have emerged. It should be noted as well that there is no independent historical evidence that either David or Solomon ever even existed in anything but Jewish lore. But that lore continues today and is believed by people professing faith in the world’s first, second and ninth largest religions.

Back to the war and pillage. In 445 BCE a Macedonian galoot who styled himself Alexander the Great conquered the whole Babylonian schmear, including Jerusalem and its environs. Alex was one of that new breed of conquerors who eschewed slaughtering every living thing in a conquered locale, realizing that tax-paying subjects were more useful than heaps of corpses. So the Jews abided in Jerusalem, worshipped in their (second) Temple, paid their taxes and were ignored by the rest of the world. By-and-by, Alexander The Actually Mortal paid the debt that all men owe and his hardly-broken-in empire was split into three parts. Ptolemy I got the part of the empire that included Jerusalem and he continued his deceased patron’s policy.

But history is filled with raucousness and in 198 BCE the Seleucids gave Ptolemy V the bum’s rush and took title to Jerusalem for a brief period. The Seleucids tried to turn Jews into Greeks and the resulting Maccabean revolt and victory (source of the Jewish holiday of Hanukah) allowed the Jews to briefly rule their own city and country without any outside interference.

Enter Rome. Previous empires had come and gone, washing over Jerusalem but, with one exception, allowing the locals to retain local control. Rome sopped up Israel with hardly a thought and retained Alexander’s benign policy: pay your taxes, keep your noses clean and we’ll provide you with paved roads, aqueducts, clean water, sanitation, protection from highwaymen, rational civil administration, protection from foreign invasion, something akin to the rule of law, and swell blood sports at the Arena of your choice.

Herod The Great was installed as a sort-of local king but I’m switched if I can figure out who ever called this brute “The Great”. According to Jews he was a lickspittle for Rome and the Christians claim that he ordered the Slaughter of the Innocents in an attempt to bag the newborn Messiah. Nevertheless, he greatly expanded the Temple Mount and I guess even the devil should be given his due.
The Jews decided this exemplary arrangement was unsatisfactory and rebelled. In 70 CE the Romans finally nudged them aside, destroyed the second Temple and told the Jews to quit the province under pain of death. The actual terms of the sentence forbade Jews from living in Jerusalem until the seventh century CE or until they acquired better geopolitical strategies, whichever came first.

But Fortune finally turned a favorable eye on Jerusalem – if not on the expelled Jews – when Emperor Constantine Christianized the Empire in about 330 CE. His Ma went to Jerusalem seeking the sacred locales of her faith and encountered indigenous tour guides who had been gulling tourists for two centuries. The broad wanted to see The Savior’s grave so they found one. On to Bethlehem. Where was He born? Achmed’s wooden stable wouldn’t do so they found a cave, spread some straw on the floor, installed a manger-thing and convinced the batty old dame that EVERYONE in the immediate vicinity just KNEW that this was the place.

The tired old Persian empire re-took Jerusalem for a brief period, but the Eastern Roman Empire kicked them out after a few years.

Yadda, yadda, yadda. As Rome’s influence in the area diminished, Jerusalem was conquered, surrendered, pillaged, liberated, un-liberated, passed around and occupied by a wide variety of brigands. Anyone with a sword to wield seemed capable of ruling the joint. In 638 CE The Jews of Jerusalem had the great fortune to fall under the control of – wait for it – ARAB MUSLIMS!! The Caliph promised all the contending parties of his newest conquest that their holy sites would be under his protection and everybody was required to play nice.

This happy state of affairs for all concerned was only marred by the Caliph’s decision to build a honking-big mosque on Mt. Moriah to honor the site where Allah whisked Mohammed to Paradise. The Dome of the Rock stands today where the second Temple of the Jews once stood. All that remained was a huge retaining wall – the Western Wall – also incorrectly called the “Wailing Wall”.

Well! The very idea that a clot of dirty-necked Jews and Muslims were living in peace with decent Christians sent European Christianity into a spasm of Crusading. In 1099 they captured Jerusalem and put to the sword every non-Christian within reach. In 1187 Saladin scored one for the Muslims. The Tartars showed up in 1244, butchered the Christians and expelled the Jews (again!). Two years later the Ayyubids took over, only to be ousted by the Mamluks in 1250. The Mamluks defended the city against both Crusaders and Mongol hordes.

In 1517 the Ottoman Turks took over and, so far as we know, kept the carnage to a low boil. With a few gruesome exceptions, Jerusalem knew relative peace for about 400 years. Then the Brits showed up. By 1917 the city was a mixture of Arabs, Jews and Christians who lived together in a tense sort of peace because the various rulers of the city (The Ottomans had been forced out a few time in the previous 400 years) insisted on it. As frequently happens in a place that is relatively peaceful, relatively free and enormously important faith-wise, a lot of different people moved in.

The Limeys ran Jerusalem by virtue of their well-supplied army and in 1922 their armed might was granted a soupcon of legitimacy by the League of Nations, which made the whole of Palestine a British Mandate. The Colonial Office thought it was getting a boffo protective buffer for the east side of the Suez Canal but wasn’t prepared for the degree of hostility they endured until 1948. To begin with, the only things Jews and Arabs could agree on was that they wanted the British to leave so they could annihilate one another without any pesky outside interference.

The United Nations created Israel in 1948 from lands contemporaneously occupied by Palestinian Arabs and Jewish Zionists. The ink wasn’t dry on the U.N. resolution when the new nation’s Arab neighbors fell on it with the intent of undoing with tanks what the U.N. had done with paper. Israel won. They had learned a vital lesson during the Diaspora – people who don’t have their own country find it difficult to defend themselves, as Herr Hitler had proved several years earlier. I’m sure the Palestinians agree heartily.

But this historical examination really doesn’t help us determine the answer to the main question. The Jew’s claim to the turf could be overturned by Jebusites and Canaanites, but they don’t exist anymore. Ditto most of the other people who occupied the place. The folks in Rome, Italy could lodge a claim that is at least as valid as anyone else’s, but they’re not that stupid. Ditto the Turks. Palestinian claims suffer from a lack of U.N. documentation, so it’s kind of a gray area. Historical title searching doesn’t really help.

If we are to arrive at some conclusion as to who actually owns Israel, it might be useful to see what God had to say about it.

Abraham, the original founder of three great religious movements, was told by none other than God Himself that his descendents would some day inherit a land of their own in Canaan. Given that he was in his eighties at the time, Abraham thought that God was having a little joke at his expense, but, sure enough, the old guy fathered not one, but two sons.

Abraham’s wife Sarah was also on in years and thought that God was taunting her. Finally, she told her husband to take her servant, Hagar, as his wife and the old boy knocked her up. Hagar gave birth to Abraham’s first son, Ishmael. Unfortunately, Hagar had a tendency to rub Sarah’s nose in the fact that she had provided their husband with a son and Sarah had not. When Sarah did bear a son, Isaac, the scales seemed to balance, but Sarah was insistent that Ishmael would never supplant Abe’s “real” son Isaac. She told Abraham to get rid of Hagar and her whelp; something Abraham was reluctant to do since he was quite fond of the boy.

But God told Abraham to heed his wife and so Hagar and Ishmael were booted out to wander in the desert. Finally, Hagar was frantic and her son was crying for help. An angel appeared to Hagar and said “What is the matter, Hagar? Do not be afraid; God has heard the boy crying as he lies there. Lift the boy up and take him by the hand, for I will make him into a great nation.”

Abraham’s other son, Isaac went on to become one of the three patriarchs of Israel along with dad and his son, Jacob.

So Abraham’s eldest son is regarded by all three religions as the father of the Arabs and his second son, Isaac, is regarded by all three religions as the father of the Israelites.

I submit that God’s plan tells us precisely who owns the Holy Land. It is jointly owned by both Jews and Arabs; the former descended from Isaac and the latter descended from Ishmael. Remember, God told Abraham that his descendents would inherit the land – not just one of them. They did. There they are. Furthermore, God told the Israelites that they should conquer all of Canaan, but the Israelites were too lazy to finish the job and the Canaanite/proto-Arabs retained a redoubt on the coast for the purpose of clouding Israel’s title to this day. That is no accident. Does anyone doubt that God knew the Israelites would slacken?

So there they are, like siblings fighting during the reading of the will. If God Almighty has prophesied and decreed that both should inherit the land, they had better get busy getting along or you-know-Who might just decide to kick them both out and hand the place over to … I don’t know … the Dalai Lama.

FROM THE NATIONAL WELFARE RIGHTS UNION.

At a recent retreat/conference of the NWRU, the following eight position points were drafted and unanimously voted upon. We respectfully submit them to the Presidential Candidates as the foundation on which to start dismantling poverty in the U.S. The National Welfare Rights Union also believes that “8 is enough.”

Well, what is one to make of such an opening statement? The folks at NWRU had themselves a retreat and conference. Their website is mum on the subject of where the retreat was held and who attended, but I suppose we can be certain that the location was probably not Lake Tahoe, Aspen or the Trump Tower in Manhattan. Likewise, the affair was probably not held atop a steam grate in Duluth or a squatter’s loft in Hell’s Kitchen. NWRU’s coyness on the subject allows me to roam freely among many offensive alternatives.

This retreat/conference managed to accomplish something I have never personally observed emerging from any group of more than six people not wearing clerical collars – unanimous agreement on eight points. I must, therefore, conclude that the “retreat and conference” was held in someone’s kitchen, the delegates being seated at a dinette set, and attended by people who all knew one another intimately and were of such like minds that a proposal to invade Mars would have also achieved unanimous approbation.

Before flaying the details, I would also like to know how and when poverty was invented and pieced together, since the eight points are a “foundation” for “dismantling” poverty. An odd locution, that; twenty plus years in the construction industry and I have never needed a foundation for taking something apart.

Here are the points upon which all three “delegates” concurred (remember, I am free to construct the meeting in any way I desire until the NWRU comes clean):

1. All residents of the U.S. will be eligible for a guaranteed annual income to protect them from falling below the poverty level.

My Balderdash Detector informs me that, since the “poverty level” in the United States is an average that rises or falls according to some sort of arithmetical formula derived at by calculating the income of all households, it is, therefore, metaphysically impossible to impress any amount of moolah on any number of “residents” without affecting said average. In the case of the NWRU proposal, the poverty level can only rise, which requires that ever-increasing amounts of shekels are required in order for all residents to somehow emerge above the average, which will increase the requirement, demanding more money, ad infinitum. There is no “average” capable of including everyone. Goal # 1 of the NWRU is existentially impossible.

2. All residents will be eligible for a single-payee health care system funded by the federal government. We oppose private insurance that profits off of the medical conditions of low-income, uninsured people.

The intellectual slovenliness of the three folks who penned this nonsense is vividly apparent in the above. How, pray tell, do private insurance companies profit from the medical conditions of the uninsured? It is, as Rachel says, a quandary. Okay, the NWRU realizes that if it’s going to put a lip-lock on a particular wallet, the government’s is fatter even than that of the pukes who own insurance companies. I always get a chuckle when I see the term “single-payee” system because, in fact, there is no such thing. The “single-payee” is “all of us”

By the way, you may not have noticed the use of the phrase “all residents” in the above demands. It does not mean “all citizens”; it means anyone whose carcass is within the geographical boundaries of the United States of America at any such time as the NWRU program goes into effect and is simultaneously able to fog a mirror. To grossly belabor the obvious, the NWRU has ever cast a covetous eye toward illegal aliens (oops! “undocumented workers”) and whatever electoral prestidigitation they might conjure up. Granting residents the same rights as citizens is akin to allowing your college buddies to not only crash at your pad forever, it also permits them to renegotiate your lease, take the good bedroom and pick which television channel to watch.

3. All children should be eligible for free, quality child care. We also support a living wage for child care providers.

The NWRU trio goofed here. They want all our little babes to wallow in Gatesian splendor without anyone, at any time, under any circumstances, for any reason to actually part with a penny of their own dough. That’s what “free, quality” means. But one of the three examined the first sentence and pointed out that caring for our wee tads has historically been a low-paid occupation for the ample reason that many people are able to do it, but only those with no alternatives choose to do so. Therefore, to add sinew to the skeletal first sentence, he/she said, let us pay these good folks, say … $50,000 per year (once again, the NWRU’s refusal to be pinned down to an actual number permits me to make up one of my own) to endure the unendurable; that is, a roomful of squalling young-un’s for eight-or-so hours per day. Recently-displaced mid-level health insurance executives would, no doubt, jump at the opportunity and its accompanying bucks.

4. All residents will be entitled to education from birth to death. The Headstart Program must be preserved, funding must be increased, and eligibility should be expanded.

What a great idea! Madonna and Brad Pitt can put their recently-adopted children into swell Headstart programs instead of exclusive Beverly Hills private schools. Of course, both families could place their progeny in public schools under current regulations, but, oddly, have opted not to do so. Hmmm. The cause probably lies in the availability of the aforementioned palaces of privilege for the wealthy so, to put teeth into the NWRU proposal, these toney nests for the elect should be shut down posthaste! After all, Headstart will ever be a last-resort option so long as it remains only an option. If we remove all the other options, Headstart will finally achieve its due prominence and lavish funding will surely follow. Note, again, that this restricted “option” will be available to all “residents”.

I can’t speak about other states, but here in Georgia the participants in our state’s lottery scam provide the “to death” provision without any assistance from the NWRU. Any citizen (not “resident”) over the age of 26 can waltz into any institution of higher learning within spitting distance and attend undergraduate classes for free. I’m fairly certain that few of them aim for a career in diaper-changing, bottle-heating and sandbox dynamics, but that $50,000 per annum salary might prove to be a powerful inducement. Except that providing child-care workers with incomes comparable to what we now pay experienced civil engineers, could create a situation where people who should be designing and building waste-water treatment plants might, instead, decide to provide the inputs thereto. The free market has a nasty way of doing things like that when bureaucrats and vaporous-rights advocates hold sway. Once this becomes apparent, the folks at the NWRU will respond by ridding the nursery schools of such tinkers by paying them $300,000 per year to go back into the sewers where their talents are more needed. Unfortunately, local governments, in order to pay these increased salaries, will be forced to impose taxes on the number of coathangers in the closets of residents, including day-care moguls and sewer sachems.

5. All utilities including electricity, natural gas, heating fuels, water, alternative energy, and communications should be properties of the public domain and not subject to privatization. All forms of communication, such as telephones and Internet access should be included.

Yet again the government is to be saddled with the responsibility for providing things to people regardless of how faithful a steward of the public’s monies those people are. Do I get enough “heating fuels” from the “public domain” in February to romp bare-assed in my abode in Fargo? Will someone in California’s central valley be compelled to erect a windmill so that the electricity thus provided will allow me to crank down my thermostat to 40 in Palm Springs and preserve beef hindquarters in my rec room? If not, who is going to catch me in my profligacy and how will they be paid? The NWRU talks blithely about free access to communications such as telephones and Internet access. Pshaw!! I want I-pods, PDA’s, WiFi, Wii, stereo headphones, GPS, Blu-Ray machines, a 55” digital television and 360 channels of television including all the naughty ones. Deny Me? I think not! I am a “resident” of the United States of America and I want my Playboy Channel!!

6. Everyone has a right to a home. It is the duty of the government to provide affordable housing for all residents, and provide periodic maintenance and upgrades. We recommend a permanent moratorium on the demolition of public housing.

Well, I suppose that if I have a “right” to welfare, it only takes a leap of seven or eight places to provide me with a “right” to a home. I’d like a nice little place in downtown San Diego with about 400 acres around me that I can use to display public art projects like ice sculptures of famous Albanian playwrights. Surely, somewhere in the list of “rights” to which I am heir, there includes a “right” to government-supported artistic endeavors to which the general public is granted free admission once they get past the electrified fences and starving, rabid rottweillers. And if the government has a duty to periodically maintain and upgrade the joint, I’d like it to “maintain” the pool so that I don’t have to go out there every day in the heat just to check the chlorine level. It would also be nice if they could relieve me of the drudgery of snagging leaves, bugs and other detritus from the surface, but that is probably asking too much. After all, where is one to draw the line between a legitimate right, such as home and pool maintenance, from initiative-stifling net-wrangling? As a productive member of society, I suppose that this is one chore I ought to handle myself (or else make it a requirement of habitation for my children)

And while they’re “maintaining and upgrading”, how about doing something to “upgrade” my digs by clearing out the riff-raff who live next door (I can see them through my 50X telescope and I recently saw them wearing white shoes after last Labor Day). Why should I, as an “Everyone”, have to endure such a spectacle?

As to the glamour of public housing and the need to retain it, I fully support the NWRU in this matter. Just because I have chosen a 400-acre urban spread does not compel others to do so. By all means, let us retain public housing; if we continue to demolish high-rise public housing, from whence will the next generation of popular music artistes emerge? High culture and art have ever been birthed in low circumstances. The government has an obligation to retain these crime-ridden abodes for the purpose of nurturing the next generation of those who contribute to the higher arts by spending their formative years in … well, not poverty, exactly since that is no longer to be permitted … but at least straightened circumstances. Those circumstances may seem harsh to those who have to actually endure them, but as a breeding ground for future rap and country music impresarios, they have no equal.

7. All forms of mass, rapid transit should be fully accessible (including to those with physical disabilities,) and affordable to all residents in communities across the country. Routes must include access to major transportation hubs with connecting routes in small and large communities.

This is key! I live in Kumquat, Iowa and have just learned (from the government factotum who checks the chemicals in my pool), that the chlorine level is hovering at the questionable point. Furthermore, I have also learned that the tranquilizer darts that allow me to incapacitate the rottweillers long enough for me to make a run for the front gate are also in need of replenishing. Given that the government is run by bloated plutocrats who care not a whit for the sanctity of my childrens’ aquatic well-being, I must get to Rapid City by the time the pool supply and drug emporiums commence business and return to my hovel before my offspring return from the ministrations of highly-paid professionals at Headstart and not be ravaged by sober dogs. High-speed rapid transit allows me to do so. Engineers run the train, conductors clear the tracks ahead and an attentive porter insures that my glass of bubbly is always maintained close to the rim. No doubt they, too, have benefited from the new anti-poverty programs – their whelps are being educated by former civil engineers, their pools are pristine thanks to government programs – one wonders why they bother to drive trains, clear tracks or pour wine. Certainly I don’t demean myself with such trivialities.

8. The Iraq and Afghanistan wars have depleted the American economy with no end in sight. Poor people have disproportionately suffered from the last eight years of these costly deployments physically, emotionally, and financially.
THE NEXT EIGHT YEARS SHOULD FOCUS ON METHODS OF PEACE AND FUNDS SHOULD BE REDIRECTED TOWARD THE ELIMINATION OF POVERTY.

Well, this is just nonsense! As a resident of the United States I enjoy a lifestyle that prohibits me or mine from enduring the rigors of combat. Surely we have outsourced all that unpleasantness to hirelings in India, China and other backwaters. I mean, after all, you’d have to be a damn fool to actually work in the new America. Wogs do all the work! And, speaking of wogs, perhaps we promised the Afghanis that we would not forget them after the Taliban had been eliminated, and perhaps we freed the Iraqis from an unspeakable dictatorship and struggled to help them establish a civil society in the aftermath – who cares? Are they going to educate my children, clean my pool, pour my champagne or speed me to distant places?

To condemn the NWRU program as “socialistic” is a slur on socialism. Nevertheless, as good, socialist heel-clickers, they promote the demise of all private endeavors and wish to cover the land in a goo of government “benefits”.

To the denizens of the left, government is a magical device. It has the ability to provide things like cradle-to-grave education, housing, utilities, health care, transportation and world peace. It can work these miracles because it has an enchanted money tree planted somewhere – perhaps Camp David – from which it can shake greenbacks on a whim. But these are not just ordinary dollars. These dollars can transmogfify themselves into an endless stream of “free” material benefits without anyone being required to produce or provide them.
For the benefits are all material, and the NWRU has nothing to say about where they are to be found or created – they seem to believe that a sawbuck is the same thing as two pounds of ground round. They bring to mind the arguments of pacifists, who wax eloquently on the variety and availability of alternatives to violence, yet name not a one that would beguile any rational person over the age of six.

There is no need to confront this nonsense on the elevated plains of philosophy when ideas of this kind are more easily butchered in the canyons of life’s experiences. For those below the age of twelve, I shall spell it out in annoying detail:

1. The earth does not yield up its riches upon demand. If I want cornbread for my dinner, some sentient being must endure labor to make it possible.

2. The provider of my cornmeal is not a complete idiot and he will demand some recompense for his toil if, for no other reason, that he may survive another day.

3. If I do nothing more than hand him green pieces of paper, he will withhold the fruits of his labor for reasons spelled out in point # 2 above.

4. Unless I seize his cornmeal by force, I will starve and die.

The “government as piñata” economic model has never brought anything but want, need and suffering to human beings. There is no case in human history to suggest otherwise. If the rational processes of the NWRU seem to be flabby and imprecise it is because they are intended to be so. Given that logic and precision only undermine their blather, what other course is open to them?

This is Sonia Sotomayor’s now well-known comment that appellate courts are “where policy is made:”

Apologists for the Honorable Justice insist that the full clip shows she was referring to the distinction between nonprecedental district court decisions and those of appellate courts (which do set precedent). I think that her slightly uncomfortable chuckling about the offhand remark is a tell – she clearly understands that this comment could be brought up again later in her career, and that this could be problematic, regardless of context. The tone of the statement seems remarkably akin to that assumed by most Americans when we assert our intention to voluntarily report all taxable income to the IRS.

Anyway, today’s sound byte is her statement that “the task of a judge is not to make law, it is to apply the law:”

Well, imagine my relief.

I’m of the opinnion that good judges who understand their role can be found in the favor of both parties, and am more than willing to give Sotomayor the benefit of the doubt. However, I can find no way to reconcile these two statements. I have only a limited knowledge of legal philosophy, but I think it is quite evident there is a conflict here. She needs to be grilled on this and forced to explain herself.

As a “wise Latina woman,” I’m sure this will be a piece of cake.

Nevertheless, New York Representative Peter King wants to know if I would let my (hypothetical) child spend time in a room alone with Jackson. The answer is certainly no, but that is due to a general policy I have about not allowing my future progeny to spend any time alone with any adult I don’t know very, very well (call me crazy).

The fact that Jackson might be more likely than other to extend such an invitation means he was a weird guy. I recognize that. However, I also recognize that a child’s testimony is – to put it mildly – of questionable veracity. The fact is that children lie, and for reasons failing to even approach the nobility of those offered by adults: “I would like to stop answering this stupid lawyer’s questions and go play Super Mario Kart” is just one example.

Children like to please adults, so when certain adults with Juris Doctorates pepper them with silly questions about who touched whom, when and where, etc., they tend toward answering in the affirmative, regardless of whether or not their answer is actually true. This seems silly and overly simplistic (and there is little doubt that, once their moral development has advanced significantly, an adolescent will begin lying with much more sophistication and advanced motivation), but it has been scientifically verified.

So chock one up for psychological science’s relevance to current events! You too may now mourn the death of the King of Pop without reservation.

May he rest in peace.

I hate popular music.

Since I met and married Rachel – the Center Of My Universe and the Reason For My Existence – I have been subjected to a particular genre of popular music each morning as she and I drive to some useless location in an effort to rid her pants of ants. I perused the website of Billboard which, I am told, is the popular music business’ commercial compass but was unable to discover the particular genre to which I am subjected each A.M. (morning, not “dial”).

My Beloved’s favorite station touts itself as the “Home of Soft Rock” but Billboard has no such classification. In my youth, radio stations were at leisure to inform their listeners of the title and artist of each presentation, but the competitive nature of modern FM radio must be such that precious air-time cannot be devoted to such trivia, so I am forced to provide you with a list of tunes based on sketchy information.

* Miley Cyrus employs a southern accent to discuss “other mountains” and “uphill rides (?)”.
* Some other female vocalist moans about the fact that she “keeps bleeding”.
* Another female named “Fergie” (I trust this is not the ex-wife of Prince Andrew), informs me that “big girls don’t cry”, something I thought Frankie Valley had already told us.
*A group of men who have assumed the name of a CIA airplane sing that they still haven’t found what they’re lookin’ for.
* Kelly Clarkson is a regular feature, shouting (with a terrific voice) that she is afraid to cross the street, walks away, ponders about her life since you’ve been gone, and has hazel eyes.
* Yet another female asks “how do I live?”
* Some guy repeats, about a billion times, “Say what you mean to say.” Say it, already.

Popular music is trash because it is written, performed and marketed to be disposable. That which we dispose of after use is, by definition, trash.

As an outsider, my impression of the mechanics of the popular music industry is that it is in constant need of fresh material which, once unearthed, is played to extinction on popular music outlets such as radio, which creates the demand for yet more new material. Billboard serves as both midwife to the newborn and undertaker for the recently disposed. Billboard accumulates sales data on a piece of popular music and uses this data to track the health of the song through its charts of rising and falling pieces. What gives the whole process a “chicken or egg” dilemma is this: If radio airtime drives sales and sales drive Billboard and Billboard drives airtime, how does it get started? It is, as Rachel says, a quandary. My theory is that a secret coterie of Illuminati, housed deep within the earth below the Bavarian Alps, picks works of popular music at random and they drive the whole thing.

When a piece of popular music has been played to the point where the mere hint of its opening theme causes drivers to swerve around the road as they desperately punch buttons on their car radios, sales will invariably fall off and the piece will begin its slide into pop oblivion. Sales go down, Billboard lowers the rating of the piece, radio stations give their listeners a break and only play the damn thing sixteen times a day instead of forty, which further depresses sales, etc., etc., etc. Back under Munich, the gnomes rub their hands gleefully and throw another dart.

Now, I confess to be a lover of “Classical Music”. By that I mean the orchestral and operatic masterpieces of the past 400 years. When She Who Is The Light Of My Life was orchestrating our wedding ceremony four years ago, she instructed the deejay to play “classical music” as a token of her love and affection for me (because she loathes the music I love). What we got was an evening of Frank Sinatra, Mel Torme and other lounge singers – that’s what “classic” meant to the r-e-t-a-r-d running the CD player.

More on that anon, but first, here is a five-part test you can conduct on the music you hear on your radio, I-pod, music library, the crap they play in grocery stores and every other enclosed space where people tend to congregate. Tell me if I’m wrong.

1. Musical Time: 99.9% of all popular music is written in standard time, i.e. two or four beats per measure. In the past six months I have heard precisely one melody in three-quarter (three beats per measure) time. By contrast, not only are there plentiful examples of classical music written in other than standard time, some are written in musical times that defy toe-tapping. The opening bars of Tchaikovsky’s “Capriccio Italien” and Wagner’s “Siegfried’s Funeral Music” are both written in something like nine-sixteenths time – difficult to play, but wonderful to hear.

2. Theme: 95% of all popular music has “love” as its theme. Getting it, abusing it, losing it, regaining it, whining about it, missing it, hoping to regain it, dying for it, living for it … in short, everything about love other than cooking it for breakfast. Other thematic elements appear from time to time, such as trucks and prisons (Country-Western) rape and cop-killing (Rap). To my (limited) knowledge, there has not been a strictly instrumental popular piece since “Wipe Out” (‘60’s) and “Classical Gas” (70’s). Contrast this with the bulk of Classical music which contains no lyrics. It’s important in the same way that the Mona Lisa is a superior piece of art than a poster of a daisy with the words “War is unhealthy for children and other living things.” The former demands something of the viewer in order to realize its importance. The latter is a spoonful of Pabulum poured directly into the ears and brain of the observer. It is not important because it was never meant to be so.

3. Instrumentation: 85% of pop music is scored for guitar, bass guitar, keyboard and percussion. There is a good reason for this. Popular music must be as portable as possible, else the coming wave of new artists will never emerge because they’re too busy schlepping around orchestras. These guys have to bust their humps in the minors for many years before the Alpine Seers choose them for stardom, at which point they can go on the road with entourages, roadies, groupies, agents, camp-followers and all the other hangers-on whose purpose seems to be nothing more than to deplete the income of the stars. Their concert appearances are replete with pyrotechnics, light displays, gaudy visual effects, etc. Some performers – Celine Dion comes to mind – perform musical arrangements with a violin or two, perhaps a flute and maybe even a harp. In contrast, consider the piano composition “Pictures at an Exhibition” by Modest Musorgsky. It does an adequate job of presenting its themes, but Ravels arrangement of the piece for a full orchestra – with more than twenty different instruments – is nothing short of magnificent. The “Polish Cart” section features saxophones and they manage to convey this cumbersome beast of a vehicle with amazing accuracy. Various permutations of the “Promenade”, as Musorgsky strolls through the gallery, express the musician’s mood as he views the various pieces painted by his recently-deceased friend. “Pictures” is a minor classic but popular music has yet and never shall produce its equal.

4. Vocal Quality: 70% of the people who yowl the lyrics of pop music have no vocal talent whatsoever. It is remarkable to consider that popular music, which is almost completely lyrical, grants no importance to the quality of the voice(s) which deliver those lyrics. Make it easy on yourself – listen to some really good singers like Celine Dion and Kelly Clarkson.  Afterwards, listen to the vocal quality of almost anyone else purveying their goods in popular music and you should immediately understand my meaning. The truly adventurous should then go on to experience Pavarotti’s rendition of “Nessum Dorma” from Puccini’s opera Tourandot or Maria Callas’ performance of Bizet’s opera Carmen. Some will then understand that the human voice is a musical instrument more difficult to play than any mechanical contrivance found in the orchestra pit.

5. Structure: Perhaps you should pull off the road for this part. 65% of popular music observes the following structure: First refrain, chorus, second refrain, chorus, instrumental interlude, chorus. The percentage is so low because what follows the instrumental interlude can vary considerably. Nevertheless, the marketing requirements of popular music are such that three minutes more-or-less is allotted to each performance before it is crumpled up and disposed of.

Popular music has a half-life of one generation. Testing this theorem requires a minor assumption. For our purposes, we will assert that a generation is whatever number of years has elapsed since you and your parents were in high school. I will use my own family as an illustration. My parents were in high school when big bands and swing music were popular. Only half of my generation appreciates this music (and I count myself among them). I know nothing about what my parents’ parents enjoyed. My son knows a lot about my generation’s music (because he was a brief fan in his pre-adolescence). He is completely familiar with his generation’s music but pays scant attention to swing jazz and absolutely none to what his great-grandparents enjoyed. Once he and his wife provide me with a grandson, the kid will have access to a completely new variety of popular music which will shock his parents just as hip-hop has shocked me. He will abhor mom and dad’s music and appreciate his grandpa’s psychedelic music not at all. Swing? Never heard of it.

By 2064 – 100 years after they broke into the bigs by appearing on The Ed Sullivan Show, the Beatles will be forgotten by that generation. The existence of billions of the Fab Four’s oeuvre immortalized on tapes, L. P.’s, sheet music and C. D.’s will be of negligible consequence because nobody will care.

At the aforementioned wedding between Rachel and my humble self, she selected, as the processional music, Pachelbel’s “Canon in D Major”. Many people would recognize this melody without knowing who wrote it or when because it has the power to soothe frayed nerves and bring about tranquility (something we both needed on that memorable occasion). The composition has no lyrics with which to accomplish its purpose and must rely on the subtleties of harmony, melody, theme, orchestration and contrapuntalism (look it up). The composition is 325 years old – more than three times my estimate of the Beatle’s musical duration, yet hardly a day goes by when some chamber group somewhere does not perform the work to an admiring audience. If anyone can produce a piece of popular music that old (and popular music has been around at least that long), I will eat my hat, tie, shirt and trousers.

Classical music abides despite the fact most of it was created at a time before copyright laws, electronic means of sound reproduction and university professors of “popular culture”. The works of Beethoven, Mozart, Puccini, Wagner, Tchaikovsky and others are timeless because the vision that drove their creators was likewise. It is not the words of Rossini’s “La Centerentola” that makes the opera immortal, it is the music itself. Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, Mahler’s First, Mozart’s 41st, Rachimaninov’s First and Verdi’s “Mass” will live forever because they represent more than any poster-words can ever express. They represent “beauty” which will not tolerate explanation.

I have observed that the lovers of popular music can no more tolerate classical music than the lovers of classical music can abide the popular variety. Each camp describes the music of the other as “boring”. Nevertheless, they are wrong and I am right. I am no slave to research, but I have been able to find only one piece of eighteenth century popular music that continues to be performed on a daily basis. The tune was penned by John Stafford Smith for the amusement of the Anacreonic Society – a British collection of gentlemen of an artistic nature who met from time-to-time to raise their glasses in praise of high culture and good ale. The tune was adopted by an American poet after he witnessed the British bombardment of Fort McHenry in Baltimore harbor in 1814 and his verse was later set to Smith’s music. In 1931 Congress adopted Francis Scott Key’s lyrics, set to the tune of John Stafford Smith’s music, as the National Anthem of the United States of America. Other than this, the popular music of the past is dead and forgotten.

The story takes place in 1971, which was two years after I graduated from high school in 1969.  Five years earlier, in 1964, I vividly remember sitting in junior high school homeroom for about 45 minutes listening to the school principal as he read the text of the 1964 Civil Rights Act recently passed by Congress and signed by president Lyndon Johnson.  The man read the Act without particular emotion – as though it were something the law required him to do, having no especial meaning for him.  At the conclusion of his address, we went to our usual first-period classes without any discussion.  The school’s administrators may have thought that the subject held no meaning for their charges but, if they did, they were quite mistaken:  we students debated the issue of integration with no less passion (and ignorance) than our elders.  In any event, Robert L. Osborne Junior High School was not suddenly flooded with black students, because all the black students lived within the city limits of Marietta and that city had its own, segregated, school system.

In 1967 the Marietta school system closed the all-black Lemon Street High School and integrated Marietta High School along with the rest of their system.  This was approximately midway through coach French Johnson’s illustrious career as head coach of the Marietta High School football team.  Coach Johnson had a better-than average career leading the Marietta squad up to that time, but with the 1968 season, Marietta High became a football powerhouse.  Given the resources of Lemon Street students previously denied him, Johnson retired in 1972 with a record of 125 wins, 46 losses and 7 ties.  Thats a 70.2 win rate.  Prior to his arrival, the school could only boast a 45% win rate from its founding in 1920 to coach Johnson’s arrival.

The Marietta Blue Devil Marching Band also changed.  Prior to 1968 they were excellent – being one of only two bands in the district capable of playing music and marching at the same time.  Everyone else marched to a drum cadence and performed standing still.  Beginning with the 1968 season, they were fabulous!  They added capes to their uniforms.  Their drum major was a vision of the future Michael Jackson.  They didn’t just march, they STRUTTED across the field, leaning back and forward in time with the funky music they performed.  They didn’t just lift their legs while marching, they kicked and bobbed and flung their capes in a spectacular display.  Obviously, someone else was also taking advantage of the new talent pool from Lemon Street.

And the community changed.  For years after 1968, black and white students at Marietta High segregated themselves within their integrated environment.  But after the first integrated class graduated in 1970 that began to break down bit-by-bit as new arrivals paid less-and-less attention to the racial divide.  That racial divide began to transform into the more usual cliques in high school society.  Jocks stayed with jocks, social climbers with social climbers, shoppies with shoppies and nerds with nerds.  If you took a photograph of the Marietta fans in Northcutt stadium on Friday nights over the years, what you would see in 1968 was black fans sitting with black fans and white fans sitting with white fans.  Over time, that snapshot would slowly evolve until now, it doesn’t matter.  Everyone sits wherever they like and the race of the person next to them is superfluous because they are all there to support the Blue Devils.

High school football is a serious business in the deep south.  It is followed in the local press by fans who pack the local stadiums on Friday nights.  Citizens debate the virtues of individual players without reference to race.  In the final analysis, if a kid makes a great play, it matters not to the local fans if he is white or black – he is OUR kid, playing for OUR team.  When a true sports fan waxes eloquently on some player’s athletic virtues or faults, race is NEVER an issue worth considering.

Not mattering is the key to racial harmony.  I lived for several years in the central Georgia town of Cordele, deep in the black-belt.  The city council was comprised of black Democrats and white Republicans and they argued among themselves in the unseemly manner we have all come to expect from politicians.  But they were in solid and fraternal agreement that Cordele’s football team could whip any other team in their division.

Midway through Remember the Titans, the local peckerwoods heave a brick through coach Boone’s living room window.  Several weeks later, after securing a place in the division championship series, Boone returns home and he and his family are greeted warmly by their previously aloof neighbors.  Obviously, there’s a bit of theatrical telescoping involved here, but the point is justified nevertheless.  It didn’t matter that coach Boone had integrated the football team.  It didn’t matter that he had supplanted the previous (white) head coach.  It didn’t matter that he and his family lived in the “white” part of town.  What mattered was that he had built a winning football team and lead it from triumph to triumph.  Had he failed to do that, I have no doubt that his race would have been a prominent feature in the local discussions regarding his failure.

If not mattering is the key to racial harmony, then sports is the perfect place to find it because, in the grand scheme of things, sports does not matter.  I’m no fan, but I can still appreciate the awesome skill of Michael Jordan in basketball and the fielding wizardry of Andruw Jones in baseball.  A joke circulated several years ago and I remember it only imperfectly.  It went something like this:  “There is something seriously wrong in the world when the greatest golfer is black, the best basketball player is Chinese, the most popular rap artist is white and …” (I don’t remember the fourth element).  The first phrase is intentionally wrong.  What the joke means is that some things are becoming seriously right.

Bookman praises greed as the sine qua non of capitalist productivity and wealth-creation.  He correctly points out that, despite its signal virtues, greed must be restrained for the benefit of the common weal lest its unbridled culmination impoverish us all.  Bookman concludes by noting that political power seems to be the only way to keep greed safely yoked to the plow and cautions that balancing greed and power is the most momentous challenge humans face today.

Bravo.

I’d like to expand upon Mr. Bookman’s theme.  Given that I am not subject to the space limitations imposed on him, it is my hope, nevertheless, that what follows will meet with his general approval (but mostly I hope he enjoys my writing).

In the 1987 film Wall Street, director Oliver Stone has Gordon Gekko (Michael Douglas) state that “greed, for lack of a better word, is good”.  Greed is good because it wrings out the inefficiencies in an organization.  Some people may get hurt in the process but the market is a mechanism of efficiency – not sympathy.  In defiance of my enthusiasm for Ayn Rand’s philosophy in my youth, I now believe that government has a valid role in rounding off some of efficiency’s corners and harnessing greed to the betterment of the common folk.

We shamelessly tax producers for the benefit of non-producers and much of that money, no doubt, is directed to the trashier elements.  The system is milked by a variety of scoundrels whose individual take is paltry but, in the aggregate, may be truly astounding.  Contrast these nickels and dimes with Robert Nardelli, former CEO of The Home Depot and current mis-manager of Chrysler, LLC.  At Home Depot, Nardelli was compensated about $240 M per annum for approximately seven years and bailed out with a $210 M platinum parachute.  My calculator has a limited number of zeros, but it tells me that Bob pocketed (before taxes, mind you), 1.89 BILLION SMACKEROOS before vamoosing to Chrysler and leaving his board of directors to explain to outraged stockholders why their shares were diminishing in value.

I don’t mean to single out Nardelli for particular criticism; for all I know he’s a prince and most of that dough went to worthy causes while he and his bride live in squalor.  I just doubt it.  But the government surely got a goodly chunk of that money and used it to assuage the suffering of some folks somewhere for some period of time.  Government power hitched itself (or attached a sucker to) stockholder/management/corporate greed and hopefully helped some people who really needed it.

When greed arrives a la Gordon Gekko, it might be comforting to just assume that the ones being hurt are stupid, greedy, certainly inefficient.  But that is not always the case.  When Enron closed its doors in 2001, no one saw taped footage of executives trading in their Bentleys for Ford Fiestas.  No.  We saw clerks and mid-level executives packing their family photographs and potted African violets into boxes as their universe crumbled.  The problem with greed is that it frequently has an adverse affect on real people with real families, real mortgages and real dreams for their own and their childrens’ future.  Those dreams do not include Alpo for dinner twice a week.

Purely as an aside, I once read that Russian audiences in the glasnost-lubricated Soviet Union cheered Gekko’s speech and generally mixed up the good-guy/bad-guy character orientations.  They thought Bud Foxx (Charlie Sheen) was a putz and Gordon was a hero.  They have now had ample time to recognize the difference between a capitalist and a criminal.  Gordon and Bud were the latter.

One of the tools society uses to blunt the edge of greed is law.  We declare that some greedy activities are illegal – those activities generally considered to harm the innocent or unsuspecting.  Forgery, armed robbery, mugging and burglary are obvious examples.  A few societies have tried to eliminate greed entirely by this method, declaring the practice itself illegal.  They have never prospered.  When you amputate Adam Smith’s invisible hand, it soon becomes clear that it was on the economic tiller at the time, and now the ship is drifting aimlessly.  No one cares about anything – least of all economic efficiency.  In his memoirs, Michael Gorbachev revealed that Soviet productivity was so inefficient that creating a ton of steel required TWICE the industrial inputs (iron, power, labor, etc.) as needed in the United States, while agriculture devoured FOUR TIMES the inputs of seed, fertilizer, harvesters, etc. as the United States for the same bushel of corn.  With no one allowed to greedily sop up the economy’s gravy, no gravy got made.  Say’s Law tells us that production creates demand.  If demand is suppressed, guess what else gets depressed?

If we are not to have the unbridled capitalism of Ayn Rand nor the stifling collectivism of Karl Marx, how do we rationally determine how much law we want to impose on greed to maintain general affluence?  In the Scandinavian countries the answer is “a lot” whereas in the former colony of Hong Kong, the answer was “practically none”.  In all likelihood, neither society would prosper if conditions were reversed because there really is such a thing as “national character”.  It is no easier to imagine a brawling Swedish open-air market than it is to imagine an orderly queue in Kowloon.

If the political remedy for unchecked greed is to be found in the application of laws and regulations, however, it has to be understood that lawmaking and regulating are functions of governments and governments are themselves governed by politics and power.  It is a mistake to assume that the object of greed is always material – frequently, its object is power itself.

I once put forth what I called The Iron Law of Political Suitability:  in order to succeed in politics, LP must exceed HP.  LP is the love of power and HP is the hatred of politicking.  Running for public office is a dreadful business and one can only endure it if his love for political power is greater than his hatred for the process he must endure to secure it.

Harnessing the horse of material greed to haul the wagon of general prosperity is all well and good.  But if the teamster holding the reins is more interested in whipping the horse than in delivering the goods, nothing very good will ever come of it.  Having unburdened myself of what is probably the worst metaphor in written English, allow me to point out that greed for power is no less a threat to the commonwealth than greed for filthy lucre.  I have known dozens of successful politicians during my career and not one of them would have exchanged power for mammon under any circumstances.  Most thought they could achieve both, but none of them would have relinquished their power for any amount of earthly brass.

The exercise of political power to reign-in material greed is an imperfect strategy at best and a path to ruin at worst.  Our current economic woes should reveal to us another emotion besides lust for power or gold – fear.  Greed is a powerful emotional drive but it can’t hold a candle to fear because I may not be able to imagine how much wealth is sufficient for me, but I can easily envision the loss of everything I have.  Dante’s Divine Comedy is a case in point.  Of the three volumes, Dante’s description of the toils of Hell in The Inferno is much more compelling than his sojourn in either Purgatory or Paradise.  Curiously, it is easier to imagine and feel horror than it is to envision bliss, which is why there is no “Bliss” section at Blockbuster Video.

Politicians and others who lust after power realize that fear may render material greed comatose but it is meat and bread for them.  When an entire national – global, rather – economy teeters on the brink of ruin, citizens rightly or wrongly will demand that government (spelled P-O-W-E-R) exercise its god-like influence and restore the situation.  Those who greedily desire power are more than happy to do so.  If the Republicans can be called upon to represent material greed (and why not?), then the Democrats can stand in for power greed and last November we handed control of the country over to that group of politicians who can and will seize that grant of power and exercise it without restraint.  Republicans are required by their creed and convictions to wax warmly on the virtues of the unrestrained market whereas Democrats are under no such compulsion.  They never trusted all those market greed-heads in the first place and it is simplicity itself to cast the market as the villain of the piece.  Bernard Madoff and the vacuum-domed wizards of American International Group are pronounced two peas in the same pod.  The former robbed unwitting investors to the tune of $50B whereas the latter has received government bail-out money equal to the gross domestic product of Chile.

And while we’re on the subject of those with a vacuum between their ears, where were all the regulators and lawmakers while Madoff was stealing and AIG was threatening the financial integrity of the entire planet?  A bowlful of alphabet agencies were, no doubt, chloroformed by eight years of Republican stewardship.  Thus snoring at the switch, they allowed all manner of perfidy to go unnoticed.  There is just enough truth in this characterization to render it credulous to the credulous.  Here is a paradox:  enterprises across the world are closing their doors and hurling their workers into the streets.  Yet, people still desire the products and services these businesses once produced – that has not changed.  People still want to work and provide for their families – that has not changed.  The greedy still want to enrich themselves by producing those goods and services those people still desire – that has not changed.  Only fear has changed.  Fear is just as potent in 2009 as it was in 1933 when FDR identified it as the major problem we faced in the great depression.

In the matrix of greed, power and fear, fear trumps all.  For better or worse we have turned to those who seek power to deliver us from the fear which they recognize as their vital sustenance.  How can it possibly work?  The genesis of our current woes is, by unanimous agreement, the previous profligacy of lending lavished upon the housing market.  Today we are convinced – again by unanimous consensus – that our troubles would recede if only the banks would resume lending.  We need to make up our minds about this.

I have an idea so simple [minded] that it might just work.  To-date we have pumped upwards of a trillion simoleans into the banking, auto and insurance industries in the hope that this extra cushion of cash would overcome lenders’ fears and convince them to extend credit.  It seems that even this gargantuan amount is insufficient to overcome fear.  Lenders are still scared and, from this morning’s headlines (03-06-09) it appears that one of the recipients of this largess, General Motors, may need to take our dough into the bankruptcy courts.

The Federal Funds Rate is that amount of interest that the Federal Reserve Board dictates banks shall pay to each other when they borrow money from one another to cover day-to-day cash shortfalls in their asset accounts.  It is the Fed’s primary tool for encouraging growth and/or taming incipient inflation because most loan interest rates rise or fall with this index, and, with it, the availability of credit is determined.  The Fed tends to move this rate in increments of .25 points and the current rate is .25 points.  The Federal Reserve seems to have smacked into a brick wall because a Fed rate of 0% seems to be ludicrous – and is.

Suppose, however, that the Federal government established a “capital extension” rate of .05 percent.  For every dollar a bank lent out, the Treasury department would stroke a check for a nickel – maybe a dime.  The underlying value of the assets securing the loans would remain unchanged by this device, so lenders would still have to determine that the assets were sufficient for the risk.  Nevertheless, a 5 or 10 percent inducement to release the cash should go a long way toward easing fear, especially since the money would immediately be recorded in the assets column of the lender.  At 5% the taxpayers would cough up $50,000 for every million dollars thus lent out.

My calculator has finally run out of zeros so I’ve reverted to a spreadsheet for what follows. If Washington is willing and (politically) able to borrow a trillion bucks from our progeny’s prosperity to ease the existing crisis, what would that amount of debt purchase for us in immediate lending as an alternative? First of all, the trillion bucks (just for fun, let’s write that out in all it’s zero-laden splendor; $1,000,000,000,000) would remain in our childrens’ future wallets until such time as some bank somewhere actually coughs-up an actual loan and applies for a license to pick the future’s pocket. One of the questions being asked is, “how much is needed?” My plan is self-regulating because the amount needed will automatically equal the amount spent on loans (up to a theoretical trillion) plus 5%. What will the banks do with this charity? Well, they will face a hard choice: if they give their cuckold executives a million bucks in bonuses, their assets account will be reduced by same. If, instead, they loan the money out to promising enterprises who employ real people and produce real products and generate real profits, they will, at the very least, ADD $50,000 to that account. That means the banks get to add an additional 5% “interest” on the loan (provided by your grandchildrens’ college fund). This money would go to keep businesses afloat when they experience cash-flow (as opposed to profitability) problems, which is a vital and historic function of the banking system. And that money remains in our childrens’ future should banks still be reluctant to fork over the dough. If 5% is insufficient, the rate could be raised until whatever magic number is needed.

In any event, it would cost us less and do more good than merely throwing shekels at the American financial system. It would immediately address the overwhelming power of fear and would, as a fortunate byproduct, relieve the government of its ownership interest in failing enterprises. We the people now own a sizable percentage of large banks around the country and, if history is any indicator, we will treat them the same way we oversee public restrooms in national parks. Banks may be worthless at many things, such as monitoring the health of the global economy, but at least they can keep their bathrooms clean.

I’m just an unemployed political consultant / construction manager but if I could come up with this harebrained idea, why couldn’t the GOP’s in Congress do the same? The plan needs a lot of fleshing-out and, as usual, the devil is in the details. When I contrived the Iron Law of Political Suitability I also formulated Rife’s Rule of Rodent Retaliation which states that, while the world will flock to the door of whoever builds a better mousetrap, the mice will similarly flock to the door of whatever rat figures out a way around it. The rats will always be with us, but I have not noticed that the unending presence of burglars has prevented us from crafting suitable laws to inhibit their predations. The key here is the underlying assets – all those enterprises which are now closed but whose products we still all desire, whose jobs we still need and whose profits the greedy still covet. They are still there, awaiting nothing more than a willingness of lenders to smooth out the hills and valleys of cash flow to allow them to continue.

Greed is best tamed and turned into a public asset by LIMITING the degree of interference by power in its activities (instead of eliminating it altogether).  If we must spend our childrens’ inheritance on measures intended to secure the same, we can best achieve that purpose by taming both greed and power equally.  The matrix of greed, power and fear provide us with a wide range of policy choices to bring them back into profitable balance  The first among these is fear.  Eliminate it via the plan I have outlined, and power may just have a chance to put greed back into harness.

DIRECT MAIL DURING PRIMARIES:  Democratic candidate submittals are trashed without review.  Republican offerings are scrutinized with great care.

TELEVISION ADS AT ANY TIME IN THE PROCESS:  Like most American males, the television’s remote control is my scepter.  It is always close at hand lest any political commercial threaten to disturb my Wa.  I can manually locate the “previous” button without recourse to illumination or sobriety.  I will usually watch each manifestation one time only for the purpose of validating my refusal to witness a second.

DEBATES:  I will watch these only if rendered immobile by physical or psychotropic means.  I already know who I will vote for; why should I waste an hour of my life on foregone conclusions when it could be spent more profitably watching Entertainment Tonight or playing mumbly-peg with my wife?

CONVENTIONS:  In solidarity with the major news organizations, I ignore them almost completely.  I will sometimes watch the first night of the Republican confab on C-SPAN for the sole purpose of witnessing some GOP stemwinder slander the Democratic Party.  But I have my standards:  If the act is carried out with wit and panache, I will persevere.  However, if the speaker resorts to axes and bludgeons, I regard it as too much firepower for so insignificant a subject.  In such cases. Emerill is always cooking something somewhere.

ELECTION NIGHT COVERAGE:  Unless I have placed a wager on some particular outcome, I will watch a broadcast of “Beach Blanket Bingo” (Annette Funicello and Frankie Avalon) instead.  Rather than subjecting my retinas to network maps and my tympanic membranes to expert analysis, I prefer to watch the next day’s roundup.  I have the same opinion of athletic events.  Why should I devote three hours of time watching a football game (the outcome of which I cannot affect and the drama of which I cannot appreciate), when I can more easily watch the final five minutes of ABC’s early morning broadcast and observe 100% of the previous day’s athletic artistry?

INAUGURATIONS:  C-SPAN is my political network of choice because it is poor.  Both C-SPAN networks are funded by the cable TV industry and anyone who has perused his or her cable bill will agree that charity is not a virtue highly regarded by that enterprise.  Therefore, C-SPAN is not encumbered with expensive commentators and vacuous talking-heads.  A few camera operators train their lenses on the dais and the crowd, and viewers are left to figure it all out for themselves.

But I don’t follow inauguration festivities in real-time anyway.  On Tuesday afternoon it competed with a Stevan Seagal epic on Encore which I had not seen a sufficient number of times to accurately recite every word of dialogue.  This was an easy choice.  Nevertheless, for a variety of stupid reasons I was ambulatory at 2:00 AM Wednesday and observed the ceremonies on my favorite channel sans celebrity chit-chat and bigfoot commentary.

Those who lack the proper historical and political context may be excused for seeing an inauguration as nothing more than a tedious parade, a boring melange of speeches and a passel of fiestas where partisan swells whoop it up with dignity – a contradiction in terms.  Even a party of hip, celebrity-infested Democrats celebrating the inauguration of the nation’s first black Chief Executive is nothing more than a bunch of middle-aged white folks dancing like … well … middle-aged white folks.

On January 20, 2009 Barak Hussein Obama became the 44th president of the United States.  He is the first African-American president in our nation’s history.  The president is black because, according to the race laws in force in America at the time of his birth (and silently observed to this day), he would be so designated even if no one other than his great-grandmother were black.  In America, the qualifications for “whiteness” are strict while the rules for “blackness” have always been overly-generous.  He swore the oath of office with his left hand resting on the Bible previously used for the same purpose by his fellow-Illinoisan Abraham Lincoln.  On the previous day the nation celebrated the birth of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.  A symbolic line was drawn from the murdered president who ended slavery in America, to the murdered civil rights crusader who demanded that America live up to her creed, to our first black president.  I now have to say the following lest some pinhead draw the wrong conclusion:  Pray God that our president does not share the same fate.

The inauguration of an American president is a potent ritual and it is vital to the preservation of the American system.  The ritual is important because humans always surround their most cherished activities with pomp and circumstance.  Baptism, briss, confirmation, bar mitzvahs, weddings, funerals, flags, war memorials, labor, law and mothers are granted special significance by the rituals we observe to honor them.  There are those who see in ritual nothing more than empty gestures that individuals who have little appreciation of their importance perform by rote.  That may be true, but the fact that those individuals know that they should cover their heart during the national anthem and uncover their heads during prayer is persuasive evidence that even the uninformed appreciate the power of ritual.

Inaugurating a president is not the same as installing the Program Chairman at the local Elks Club.  It is an event filled with significance, canopied with solemn protocol and vastly different from any similar event in the world.  Over a span of 220 years 43 men have participated in the peaceful transfer of executive power in the United States.  One man, holding the primary authority of government in our nation, willingly – even graciously – hands that awesome power to another man.  Some have had that power thrust upon them by their predecessor’s death, but no man has ever achieved it by force.

The United States is a relative newcomer in the community of nations, but it has the oldest government on earth.  During our time the rest of the world has marveled at the ease with which we take power from one group and willingly hand it to another for no other reason except that this is how we have always done it and we will tolerate no alternative.  It is nothing short of a miracle and we do it every four or eight years without breaking a sweat.

Not that this miracle is cheap; American’s will cough-up about $124 M for the p & c of president Obama’s inauguration.  That amount of money would feed an unknown number of people for an unspecified period of time.  It could be used to increase teacher salaries somewhere, clean up a toxic waste site or two, hire more police in several communities, or any number of Worthy Causes.  Instead, we spent it on parade security, grandstands, high school bands and an armored Cadillac for the Obama’s ride.

What a bargain!  The ritual of inauguration and the price we pay for it testifies to the fact that this event is important and we and the rest of the world should pay attention to it.  Yet again, the United States of America has transformed itself peacefully.  What we bought for $124 M is the installation of a new president with the suitable trappings and finery appropriate for him to assume that office properly and take his place as the leader of the world’s most powerful and awesome nation.  For less than it would cost to swap-out the front end of an aircraft carrier, we have assured ourselves and our friends that American policy can reverse itself overnight but the FACT of America does not change and our fundamental appreciation of peace, stability and liberty remains intact.

Our enemies see it all differently.  They lack the basic philosophical equipment to see America, as Lincoln put it, as “the last, best hope of mankind”.  Our foes in World War II regarded America as a weak, mongrelized, money-grubbing society.  Hitler believed we were fit only to make refrigerators and automobiles.  Well, the automobiles became over 300,000 combat aircraft and the refrigerators became rations, ordnance, uniforms, ships and thousands of other appliances of destruction.  The money-grubbers sacrificed some lucre for victory and the “mongrels” provided us all with an example to admire.  Black servicemen struggled and suffered humiliation for the “privilege” of risking their lives to defend the nation that treated them so shabbily.  German POW’s, traveling through the segregated south to prison camps, were allowed to eat in any restaurant along the way while their black, American guards were denied entry.  Last week I saw a sweatshirt which read, “Rosa sat so Martin could march, so Obama could run”.  Perhaps “Tuskegee flew” should be added at the beginning.

I disagree with president Obama on virtually all substantive issues of our day but I retain great hope for his success.  His path to the White House may have been strewn with the death, scandal and overconfidence of his chief opponents, but only Jimmy Carter could seize the prize based only on these.  President Obama may also possess a quality rare even among American presidents – leadership.  Leadership is the ability to direct masses of people with divergent interests in one direction.  Part of his perceived leadership is provided by the American people, who expressed in the late election their desire to be led somewhere – anywhere – but the direction we were headed.  The balance is provided by the president himself.  Like Ronald Reagan – the last president with the quality of leadership – Mr. Obama has a vision for America’s future.

The president also has charisma, but that is different from leadership.  John Kennedy oozed  charisma but couldn’t lead an overwhelmingly Democratic Congress to pass a Civil Rights bill (largely because it was overwhelmingly Democratic).  Lyndon Johnson had zero charisma but, as Senate Majority Leader and during his first term as president, he was the veritable template for leadership.  LBJ led the Congress and the American people to pass the 1964 Civil Rights Act before his general election confrontation with Barry Goldwater, handed the previously “Solid South” to the Republicans, and still kicked Goldwater’s butt in November, 1964.  Political science students still study Johnson’s leadership qualities because he has no peer.  President Obama seems to have this quality but it is a bit early to tell.

A few observers, mostly on conservative talk radio, mumbled some discontent about the elephant (or donkey) in the living room – race.  Wasn’t there just a bit too much emphasis placed on race when we are striving, in our slow, inept, but heartfelt way, to put race behind us?

Well … I could say that most Americans are proud of our nation’s diversity – until it moves in next door.  It’s fine and dandy when educated foreigners wait in line to seek opportunity in America but it’s not so fine and dandy when impoverished people who will never live long enough to reach the head of that line, scale a physical wall to achieve the same blessing.  We rail against immigrants who take domestic jobs from native-born Americans almost as loudly as we denounce them for taking the same jobs while remaining at home.  I’ve lived in the American West where the black population is small to non-existent, but it’s OK – there are plenty of American Indians to take up the slack.  Asian-Americans raise the entrepreneurship and scholarship bars so high that “regular Americans” can’t compete.  Yes indeedy, diversity is a fine thing and a vital component of American culture so long as it doesn’t get uppity.

Despite the individual prejudices of tens of millions of Americans directed toward various segments of our diverse population, the American political and cultural system has managed to elect as president a representative of the only immigrant group to arrive on our shores unwillingly.  Once again, the miracle that is America expresses itself almost despite ourselves.  America absorbs all who come into contact with her and makes a place for them.  On this occasion, the place is at the head of the table.

During the campaign, Michelle Obama was unjustly criticized for saying that “for the first time”, she was proud to be an American.  She should have waited until after the votes were counted and  the source of her pride had been made manifest.  The last time I saw black Americans stand in solidarity with their nation was on September 11, 2001.  Last week I saw it over and over again and nobody had to die.  I have often said that America is better, wiser and stronger than any of the men we have elected to lead us.  I can now sincerely state that America is also better, wiser and stronger than any one of us.

The peculiar character of lame-duck Washington made for a bizarre outcome. Democrats are known for their opposition to corporate welfare but they couldn’t shovel the swag fast enough. They agreed with the United Auto Workers union and the Detroit spittoons that forcing GM, Ford and Chrysler into bankruptcy would be a tragedy of Shakespearian proportions. Republicans, on the other hand, are supposed to love padding corporate nests but their opposition in the Senate brought the whole cause to naught. Politically, the issue was never the fate of auto company stockholders, aftermarket retailers, parts manufacturers or repair shops. The issue was the UAW, whose backside the Democrats need to kiss and the Republicans want to kick.

The union claims to represent 640,000 active members and 500,000 retirees in North America. Even the Cook County Democratic party cannot deliver that many votes in a national election and Democrats needed only to sense that tug on their nose rings to whip themselves into line. Of course, the union opposes using taxpayer dollars to enrich the plutocrats of Detroit as they continue to exploit the toiling masses who are getting poorer by the day, slaving away in inhuman factories to enrich the bloated …

Oops. Actually, the union leaders came with the executives to Washington (perhaps they did the driving). They know better than anyone that their membership will only vote for them and the Democrats so long as their union contracts allow them to live like Republicans. The dirty little secret behind the bailout is that a General Motors, Ford or Chrysler in bankruptcy will be allowed to void all its contracts, including the fattest one – with the UAW. The slab-tubbed execs of autoworld pretend to play nice and chummy with the UAW because they recognize that someone will need to pull the lifeboat’s oars should Uncle Harry Reid and Aunt Nancy Pelosi provide one. Rest assured that if the Republicans have their way, the autoworkers’ union will be the first to be heaved over the gunwales.

Aside from knee-jerk anti-union sentiment, why are the GOP’s standing tall in the tricycle saddle? The short, simple and true answer is that any proposed solution to the nation’s economic woes will bear a Democratic donkey stenciled on its side and killing it is more a matter of impulse than cool reasoning. Repulicans been snoring at the switch for years and the only solace they can take from the late electoral Cannae is that the Democrats will likely do no better. At least, not while the Republicans have anything to say about it.

Meanwhile, American Insurance Group (AIG) almost snuck in under the radar when they awarded 168 top executives “retention bonuses” in lieu of forbidden “performance bonuses”. It’s like this; “performance bonuses” would have required the executives to stroke a check to the Treasury because their performance sucks. AIG’s leadership has decided that it cannot regain its premier place in the American financial landscape without retaining the talent that brought them to the abyss in the first place. “Bob, your underwriting of lint-secured mortgages last year made a doughnut-hole of our financial performance. Since you’re the only guy in the firm who has a clear understanding of fuzzy derivatives, we want to make sure you don’t leave us and start a naval-vacuuming company. Here’s a million bucks courtesy of the taxpayers if you’ll promise to stay on and screw the pooch for at least another year.” AIG claims the bonuses were approved by a “compensation committee” which, to my knowledge, contained no taxpayers. In 2004 AIG’s stock price made it a company valued at 366 billion smackeroos. The United States government now has an 80% stake in a company that is currently valued at $5 billion for which we tapped our collective wallet to the tune of $173 billion proving, lest anyone doubt it, who the biggest fool really is. And for all that dough we still can’t get a peek at the payroll department’s books.

I can almost understand why Citibank is important to the nation’s financial substrate, but why is an insurance company so important? I only have two personal experiences with AIG. They provided workman’s compensation coverage for a state prison project I built in 2002. Every Thursday at 2:00 PM, their agent, Joe, would arrive on site and conduct an unannounced workplace safety audit. Frayed electrical cords, improperly secured safety harnesses and the use of flat-bottomed water cups instead of the required cone-shapes were duly noted and the superintendent would catch hell from the home office as a result. For the record, the site suffered one injury in two years; a roofer who sprained his ankle stepping on a 2 X 4. On the ground. AIG also has a billboard outside my town which boasts that the firm has no lizards or cavemen – just swell insurance. But GEICO has not requested taxpayer loot, despite the fact its name is an acronym for Government Employees Insurance COrporation.

I recall that the necessities of life consist of food, clothing and shelter and the Bible calls us to feed the hungry, clothe the naked and provide shelter for the indigent. Gaining heaven does not, however, require us to place them in Cadillac Escalades, finance them at 110% and replace those vehicles should the poor, starving, naked drivers slam them into bridge abutments.

The construction industry can rightly lay claim to providing one of the three necessities mentioned above but, at least this time around, they will not get a nickel of federal largess. The Chrysler website claims that auto industry employment figures argue in favor of the bailout so I did some checking – something I usually don’t bother with. What follows is chock-a-block with numbers, percentages, financial comparisons and other trash, all of which argue against giving your childrens’ money to the auto industry.

According to the industry’s own numbers, 2.9 million souls work for them directly and another 2.5 or so million work for companies that depend on domestic auto factories and retail outlets. That’s 4% of the U.S. workforce. Chrysler does not give any details about who these 2.5 million dependents are or why they will perish if PT Cruisers vanish. I’m sure it includes the lads down at the brake shoe plant, but for all Chrysler is telling us, it might include the lumberjacks who chop down tire trees in Borneo for Firestone and workers in the vital Christmas-tree-shaped-auto-air-freshener industry.

In the not-so-salad-green year of 2008, however, the construction industry directly employees 7,069,000 people or 5.16% of the American non-agricultural workforce. The National Association of Home Builders does not track employment of “dependent industries” as the automakers are so careful to do, but it’s a sure bet that there are fewer job site trailer manufacturers, roach coach drivers and Jiffy-Jonnie cleaners. Twice as many people bang nails and pour concrete in America as weld bumpers in auto factories but no one (except NAHB) is hollering for a mooch-wad of taxpayer dough for that industry.

And what an industry! The residential sector is not just dead; its corpse has rotted and its relatives can’t remember where they buried it. Nevertheless, the remains managed to produce over $310,000,000,000 in shelter last year right here in America and that product will remain in America. Say what you will about the construction industry, the fact remains that you can build Ford Fiestas in Mexico but you can’t build condos in Mexico for yuppies in Chicago.

But you can get Mexicans to come to Chicago illegally and build them. AAAHHH!! Therein lies a hint as to why Detroit may get a boost but carpenters can pound sand instead of nails. Bear with me. About a year ago the AFL-CIO joined forces with civil libertarians and pro-wetback groups to successfully block any attempt by the Department of Homeland Security and the Social Security Administration to effectively verify the citizenship status of workers in America. Now, why would American Labor hinder an effort by the government to collar illegal aliens who, as they will quickly and loudly tell us, take jobs from American workers?

The American labor movement apparently believes that organizing amigos is the key to their future prospects. Stopping DHS and SSA from pinpointing illegal aliens is a token gesture in favor of what the labor bosses see as their future dues check-off constituency.

Wrap-up. The United States Government can actually bail out the auto industry because it is concentrated in three entities. The people who work in that industry are native-born, unionized, registered voters. On the other hand, the construction industry consists (or used to) of thousands of firms whose employees are not, for the most part, unionized and cannot vote because many of them are here illegally.

Most important, even government money will not create housing demand in a market with three years worth of vacant inventory. Neither will government money create new car demand that Honda, BMW, Kia and Toyota cannot easily fill. If no one is ready, willing and able to drive that Lincoln Navigator off the lot, what point is there in subsidizing the firm that keeps making the damn things?

The figures below are only for Ford and GM because Chrysler is privately held and doesn’t have to publicize its incompetence with numbers; merely with pleas for lucre. During the past five years, Ford stock has tumbled from a high of $16.00 to a low of $1.01 per share of common stock. During that same period, GM stock has gone from $53.00 to $4.25 per share. That’s more than $226,427,000,000 of paper value blown through the corporate catalytic converter and it doesn’t even produce pollution as a byproduct. The entire drug-rich nation of Columbia has a lower GDP than that. We are being told that mom, pop, uncle Dave and Rover will suffer a loss of retirement income in their pensions and mutual funds if the Big Three go tango uniform but that’s a shuck! Any mutual fund or pension fund manager who stood by with his thumb up his existential orifice while Ford upchucked 93% of its value is a moron second only to the bigger fools who purchased the shares from them on the downslide.

GM and Ford no longer exist as viable economic entities. Their stock value is less than the resale value of their plants, equipment, real estate, office supplies and whatever “goodwill” they may still possess. The same may be said of Chrysler without the benefit of hard numbers.

There’s an economic law whose name I can’t remember which holds that everyone benefits when people (and companies and nations) do only what they do best and allow others to do what they do best. Americans do not craft coconut-shell brassieres for sale to tourists because there are more palm trees in the South Pacific and the folks there provide all our novelty underwear needs at a very reasonable price. The arrangement allows us to look silly at parties and provides the islanders with a sustainable, if not lavish, livelihood. In due course, the islanders will accumulate sufficient capital to start producing clip-clop sound effects devices which yield more revenue. The crafting of coconut lingerie will move down the artisan food chain to chimpanzees in African rain forests.

But if we stop building cars, how will our economy survive in a competitive world market? We can answer that question by looking at what we did when it was no longer possible for us to produce ships, steel mills and locomotives in a ditto world market. What the American economy does best is think up new ideas. Most of the mechanical and electronic gimcrackery, the manufacturing of which is currently polluting the skies of Japan, Korea and China, was conceived of right here in the good old U. S. of A. We come up with great ideas like motorcars, computer chips, digital television and Wonderbras. Then we license their production in foreign parts (or China just steals them), and get back to the drawing board. Our two biggest categories of exports are agricultural products and entertainment. The world eats our food and dances to our tunes. Our students do poorly on standardized tests compared to children elsewhere because ours is not a culture that emphasizes finding the correct round hole for the proper round peg. Instead, we invent omni-dimensional pegs that can fit into a variety of holes and hire Sri Lankans to make them for us.

The industrial cycle in America has passed beyond making cars, just as it previously passed beyond making ships, steel and boom boxes. Other countries – mostly Asian – have taken our place in these industries because they can do it better and cheaper. They can build Kia’s in Seoul, haul them across the wide Pacific, put them on trains to Hackensack and still sell them for less than a Ford Focus. Before long, Asians will have to find something else to do because South Americans, Africans and, for all we know, Antarctic penguins will be welding cars and smelting pig iron.

We can also finance and insure stuff around the world – or we could until recently. So maybe there’s some justification for giving Junior’s college fund to Citibank and AIG – prime the pump, so to speak, of sectors better-suited to our capabilities and future. Mark Twain understood that thinking and managing were better ways of earning a living than working and doing. Global finance and insurance are the former while assembling cars nobody wants to buy is the latter.

Remember how we sniggered when the new Russian government insisted on subsidizing failed, inefficient former state enterprises of the USSR? The Russkis were trying to keep people employed making clothes people couldn’t wear, cars that wouldn’t run and apartments no one could live in. We lectured them on what a mistake it was to cram capital into places, people and factories that couldn’t use them effectively. When allowed to flow freely, capital will always seek the best return but getting the flow where it’s needed most frequently involves leaving some areas high and dry while others get swamped in a gullywasher. Nevertheless, in the long run (that place where we all end up being), it’s still the best way to achieve prosperity.