Friday, March 28, 2008

Slate sees the light!

Today, Slate debuted it's new feature tracing the odds that Hillary Clinton will secure the Democratic nomination.

I'm leaving off its name because I'm paranoid enough to think that posting it to my blog or even including it in an email is enough to trigger the NSA datamining computers, and I don't really need that kind of headache. Seriously.

BUT! I am quite heartened that the media seems to be coming around to what should be the obvious conclusion that Clinton can't do it. Her odds today are 12%, by the way (which Slate acknowledges is quite generous).

The facts being what they are (math still works the same way you remember, the electorate is only mostly stupid, superdelegates are rational and self-interested, etc.) Clinton can only secure the nomination by in essence burning down the whole tent. I think she's happy to do so, but the more the Obama-inevitability meme is pushed, the less likely it is that the party elders will allow her to.

Laughably empty threats from fat cat donors notwithstanding.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

High speed rail!

I grew up in southern California. I went to college in central California. I spent the following five years in northern California.
This means I lived in NorCal and had friends and family in SoCal. So several times each year, I would make the awful trek down the I-5. That drive is boring, it's expensive, it takes a long time, and it doesn't do the environment any favors. I knew MANY people in the same boat as me-having to make that drive at least three times a year (and back!).
So high speed rail between northern and southern California sounds like just about the best thing in the world to me.
To keep up with the ins and outs of the November, 2008 ballot measure, check out the California High Speed Rail Blog.
And here's hoping you get that done before I move back there...

PS: I've taken the Acela from New York City to DC and it's awesome-seriously.

Crooks and Liars » Chelsea Clinton Smacks Down Butler Univ. Student: Lewinsky “None Of Your Business”

Crooks and Liars » Chelsea Clinton Smacks Down Butler Univ. Student: Lewinsky “None Of Your Business”

OK, I'm anything but a fan of Hillary or Bill Clinton at this point, but this question was dumb, inappropriate and Chelsea Clinton handled it with way more class than I would have.

Sure, Chelsea Clinton is an adult who has made the decision to go out on the campaign trail and shill for her mom, but that doesn't mean she should be barraged with this type of nonsense. And "the Republicans will bring it up in November" is no better an excuse here than it is when people float innuendo about Obama being a muslim.

The best comment I saw at Crooks and Liars was one to the effect that "it's none of your business" was the way her father should have handled questions about his extracurricular sex life ten years ago. If only...

Woot!

If you're like me (and god help you if you are), you love yourself some woot.com.
And if you love you some woot.com, chances are good that you live for their periodic woot-offs (or is that woots-off?).
From about now until whenever-the-hell-it-ends, 'tis a woot-off y'all.
Consume at will...

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

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This post is mostly a theft of Hilzoy's post at Obsidian Wings. Ordinarily, I wouldn't steal an entire post, particularly not one as eloquent as hers, but...I have. Because it's like that.

When you think about the election in November, whoever you support, think about this. Think about the fact that each iteration of the word below represents a piece of a family, part of a circle of friends, torn off like a limb from a body. And it's happened over and over and over and over...

Here's the stolen post:

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

In the interest of keeping my eye on the defeating McCain ball, even as Senator Clinton flails impotently toward her inevitable primary loss, I commend this video post from Talking Points Memo to your attention:

Money quote:
Now, it's not easy to draw lessons from history, but one of the clearest lessons that there is is that military power is almost always based on economic might and the one-military power-seldom long outlives a country's economic power. And what that tells us is that fiscal soundness-whether a country's budget is in order, whether it has chronic current accounts deficits and stuff like that is a much bigger deal than any one weapons system, even any one small conflict like we have in Iraq

Marshall goes on to explain that McCain is almost pathologically incapable of dealing with foreign policy in any way beyond as a question of short-term military strategy, and certainly not as part of the integrated whole of governing which includes maintaining the nation's fiscal health as part and parcel of its geopolitical strength.

As I was listening to this, I kept recalling McCain's repeated line that he was a "foot soldier in the Reagan revolution." As Dick Cheney apparently told Paul O'Neill, Reagan's lesson was that deficits don't matter. It seems as if McCain has internalized that message completely: Fiscal recklessness is no vice if it is perpetrated in pursuit of a noble foreign policy goal. And the emergency in the middle east is such a noble goal-as was victory in the Cold War.

The problem with the analogy is that the two conflicts are wildly different. Every dollar spent on bigger, louder, more destructive, more frightening weapons in the cold war could logically be justified as forcing the other side, which was economically less sound, to spend an equal amount on their own super destructo machines to keep pace. You can argue about whether that was what worked, but as a strategy, it at least made sense.

However, the current war is asymmetrical. We could spend every last cent we have on weaponry that'd make Darth Vader weep with envy and the other side would still be busily stocking up on small explosives to build IEDs and hatching plans to kill us with our own airplanes. In other words, whether we drain the treasury to build a doomsday device or space nukes or invisible fighter planes, the enemy will still be doing what it is currently doing.

The way to maintain military superiority is to wield that power judiciously and to carefully tend our economic resources. It is not to pour money into foolish, destructive quagmires in the middle eastern desert. George Bush's, Dick Cheney's, and John McCain's bellicose tunnel vision has the equation precisely reversed. And in reverse, the equation seems to be devastating our military, our standing in the world, and after five years, the economy itself.

Whatever McCain's differences with Bush, the fact that he has internalized this brutally wrongheaded lesson from the Reagan era tells me that he will be every bit the disaster Bush has been. I hope anyone thinking "I could never vote for (Obama/Clinton)-if (he/she) wins the nomination, I'm just gonna (stay home/vote for McCain/vote for Nader/vote for McKinney)" thinks long and hard and honestly about just how much another four years like the last eight would suck.

Novick for Senate

I'm seriously thinking about endorsing Steve Novick for Senate. All I know about the man is that he's a Democrat and he made the following ad:

Anyone know anything about the guy? I'm asking all 3.2 of my readers. Not that my endorsement means anything (particularly not in Oregon), but I'd hate to wind up endorsing some horrible candidate just because I'd like to have a beer with him.
But just so there's no second guessing, I really would like to have a beer with a man who's not afraid to open that beer with his hook in his ad.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Obama's Race Speech



I'm not being original when I say this speech was nearly perfect. I'm particularly amazed at the way Obama used his bi-racial-ness as a hook upon which to hang the message that he gets resentments on all sides and that he is uniquely situated to deal with those resentments en route to working toward the common good. I've known enough bi-racial and multi-racial people to know that it can be an identity that causes problems and pains that are as difficult to face and address as those faced by any minority, but without the language and support structures built up over time to take on that task. The fact that most bi-racial people don't have bi-racial parents who know the particular strains they face doesn't help.

But Obama used his bi-racial identity as an asset. In this speech he used it as a way to tell everyone that he gets their dirty little secret, that it's OK, and that the problem that secret represents can be dealt with if it's faced head-on. Brilliant.

Probably the best and simplest take on it was John Stewart's when he referred to the speech as Obama talking to Americans about race as though they were grown ups.

I also have to wonder (on a slightly more frivolous note) about his mention at the beginning of the speech of the issue of slavery nearly hamstringing the convention that led to the Declaration of Independence. It may be just a coincidence, but that very historical episode was dramatized (wonderfully, I thought) the night before in HBO's miniseries, John Adams. If that isn't one of the luckiest coincidences ever, it's a pretty masterful bit of scheduling.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

SNL

Tracy Morgan providing "balance" to Tina Fey's pro-Clintonism on weekend update:



Am I crazy to think this was just depressing? If "balance" involves trafficking in crude racial stereotypes and sexism, I think I'd prefer things to remain unbalanced.

When Tina Fey said "bitch is the new black," "bitch" wasn't being used as an epithet, but when Tracy Morgan said "black is the new president, bitch," it was.

I think too much has been made of SNL's impact and relevance. It's probably only relevant to beltway journalists, who are always behind the curve on everything. But if they're going to try to strike some sort of balance, they could do a MUCH better job by actually making both sides close to equivalent.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Once a Buchanan...

I've been watching the Rachel Maddow/Pat Buchanan back-and-forth on MSNBC this whole prolonged primary season, and I've been enjoying the hell out of it. They are both very smart, witty, and charismatic. But I have to admit that I've been wondering when Buchanan would revert to that old Nixon-crony, unhinged, ultra right wing, Opus Dei loon we've come to know and love.
The answer is March 12th, as it turns out:


And Rachel Maddow (AKA the best thing about MSNBC, if not TV altogether these days) kicks his ass in a perfectly "I'm more disappointed than angry" way.

H/T Skippy.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Ferraro to Obama: Don't Antagonize Me

Not such a good recovery. A few thoughts:

1) I haven't seen her speak much, so I have to ask if this tendency not to finish words a recent thing or was she always like that?

2) "Threats" coming from the Obama campaign? She should put up or shut up with that accusation.

3) The veiled threat at the end? Classy.

Obama on Hardball



He's good. This performance was much better than he usually is in unscripted settings with small audiences.
Maybe the smashing win tonight in Mississippi was buoying his spirits. Or maybe he's just generally getting better at this.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

A random Spitzer thought:

The way I hear it, you pay hookers not so much for the sex as for the discretion. After a certain point, that's all there is, right? I mean, you may have some beauty standards and/or some kinks that make your ideal hooker one in a million, but even one in a million isn't gonna cost you $55oo an hour.

But strangely, once you reach that super high end threshold, the greater expense actually diminishes the potential for discretion. You have to wire the money or pull it out of your account in cash-and those kinds of wires or cash sums are going to get noticed. Bankers and IRS investigators have their antennae tuned to detect such moves.

It's a bizarre conundrum. Does it mean that in the end, all effective prostitution will be somewhat cheap and sleazy? If that's the case, I think it unlikely that a large portion of the market will be effected.

Monday, March 10, 2008

VP nom derangement syndrome?

What the hell is it about failed Democratic Vice Presidential nominees?
After 2000, Joe Lieberman straight-up lost his mind in the ways that are by now familiar (Joementum!). I always chalked it up to the fact that he was borderline at best to begin with.

But via Andrew Sullivan (via DailyKos, in turn), I just read this charming quote from 1984's party-elite-backed VP nominee, Geraldine Ferraro:
"If Obama was a white man, he would not be in this position. And if he was a woman (of any color) he would not be in this position. He happens to be very lucky to be who he is. And the country is caught up in the concept,"
The best part? She spoke this insanity on John Gibson's radio show! John "Fox News," "Let's Mock Some Dead Homos," "White People Need to Have More Babies to Prevent the Dusky Hordes' Demographic Onslaught" Gibson. Why anybody situated to the political left of Mussolini would go on Gibson's show is beyond me. But to do it to take a racist crap all over one of her party's presidential candidates is mind bogglingly stupid.

This is not out of context. Listen yourself:


Will Clinton ask Ferraro to step down? Will any member of the press even mention it to her? I wouldn't bet anything of value on it.

Update: Apparently the quote above is not from the John Gibson show, but from an interview with the Daily Breeze, a Los Angeles area newspaper. But the Gibson Show cut is also legit and very, very close. Which means that this line of BS is part of Ferraro's standard slate of talking points. I'm actually quite amazed, though I suppose I shouldn't be.

Spitzer-damn.

A few thoughts on my governor's prostitution-ring shenanigans:
1) Way to go, idiot!
2) Prostitution should not be illegal.
3) Even if it was legal-way to go jerk!
4) If he resigns, does it affect his superdelegate status? Here's hoping it does.

Friday, March 07, 2008

Spread the word

This is news that deserves to be spread widely. It looks like the delegate count in California was certified on Tuesday, and it included 4 more delegates than had been reported for Obama. At this stage, that's pretty damned significant. But I didn't hear anything about it on the news or on big websites like Slate, Huffington Post, Drudge Report, or the like. It may have been there somewhere, but I didn't see it.

So in the interest of full dissemination of relevant information, I'm posting the news and a link to a full accounting. Enjoy.

PS: This comment from Kid Oakland on the Daily Kos diary linked above gets at a very important part of why I support Obama:

And that's why we fought everywhere we could in CA knowing that the early voting was a steep mountain to climb and we likely could not win the stateHere in CD-9 we won Obama 4 of the 6 delegates for a 4-2 advantage. We did that by winning the last 2 or 3 out of every 100 voters to get to 62.6%. You read that right. Had we left off and not won over the last 2 or 3 out of every 100 voters, CD-9 would have been a delegate tie. That's why Barack Obama is staying close in every state, because of boots on the ground persuading people and getting out the vote. Note to Super Delegates: that's the kind of energy you want on our side in November.

"CD-9" refers to the 9th Congressional District in the East Bay. I used to live there and I'm happy as hell to see it went 4-2 for Obama. Nice work, Kid Oakland and friends!

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Macbeth

The wife and I went to a staging of Macbeth at BAM last night. It starred Patrick Stewart as Macbeth and it was simply amazing.
The staging was beautiful and inventive (or it seemed to be-certainly it wasn't what I was expecting). The acting was just perfect (Michael Feast as Macduff stole the show in my ignorant opinion).
I've actually never seen a staging of Shakespeare before (I know-give me a break). I was impressed and delighted. I hope it won't be long before I see some more. Shakespeare is vastly better in the flesh than as cold text (and he's pretty great as cold text).
If I start making strained allusions to Macbeth, please call me on it-we are in some weyrd times, and some may be appropriate-but stop me if I go overboard.

Why do I miss living in the Bay Area?


This kind of stuff. Ballsy. Clever. Kinda old-school. Awesome.

h/t crooks and liars.

The price of compensation

Not cheap, as it turns out.