07
Oct
17

Pride, and Joy

Back by popular demand, I return after a “brief” hiatus for a special edition of “This Irritating Life.”  The occasion for my return is a very special day, which first occurred Thirty-three (Damn!) years ago today.  That’s right, I’m talking about the anniversary ofIMG the birth of my only child, Allison Elizabeth Smith.

Allison, there is a symmetry to our relationship – I’ve known you for all of your life, and you’ve known me for all of yours.   I believe we have a healthy, “normal” father-daughter relationship.  It’s had its ups-and-downs, and it took us a while to get where we are today, but there’s a whole lot of love between us, and a whole lot of fun too.  In many ways, we are so much alike it can be scary.  That’s why I feel we get along so well together.  It’s also the source of the occasional and brief spat that occurs between us.

Enough of that, on to the kudos!  Allison, I am extremely Proud of you, in ways you can never fathom.  There is so much to admire in you in the woman you’ve become.  Not just in your professional accomplishments, which are impressive, but in the person you are: the bright, intelligent, compassionate, witty, funny, caring, empathetic, generous, sympathetic, no-nonsense, and (finally) patient individual you are.  I’d like to take credit for all of these qualities, but I know I can’t: some of this is all you, developed from your own being, independent of your parents.  I’m just happy to be a part of you and to be able to witness the person that you are.    Apart from the pride you instill in me, I’m happy to say that we also have a lot of fun together when we talk or see each other.

I consider this Joy an added bonus of parenthood, and I am grateful and lucky to experience it.  Many, many parents have their share of frustration, anxiety, disappointment, and sometimes even grief at the hand of their children – you’ve given me very little of any of the negatives.  You have been a friend, confidant, and an adviser to me.  I’m lucky.20151008_140423.jpg

So this is your day, please enjoy it. Have some fun, enjoy the Wisconsin sunshine for the few remaining days you have left.  Continue to advance, excel,  achieve, and take pride in your accomplishments.  Continue to be the great daughter that you are to both of your parents, and be as patient with us as we will be with you.   You light up both the world and any room you enter with your smile (soon to be “brace-less,”  be patient!), your disposition, and your friendship.  Stay in the grace of the lord and receive his blessings.

Love,

Dad

 

11
Jul
13

Is it just me or….?

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Kenneth Faried – NBA

I was watching Outside The Lines on ESPN a few Sundays ago and there was a LGBT activist bemoaning the atmosphere in today’s sports locker rooms that has prevented an active professional gay athlete from coming out.  What struck me was the activist’s reaction to a countervailing view on the show, that is, that in spite of the advances society is making in accepting gay marriage and other related issues, there may be some problems in pro sports once more athletes start coming out.  The activist didn’t seem to believe this contention was credible, and went on to account how the public response to athletes coming out has been overwhelmingly positive and supportive.

I’m sorry, is it just me, or is entirely reasonable to expect some discomfort from heterosexual athletes once gay athletes start to occupy a more prominent and open place on professional sports teams?  And have we become so intolerant of another person’s heartfelt opinion that there is no place for an expression of such discomfort, as long as it is free of prejudice and homophobia?

The area of discomfort I speak of is entirely in the locker room, where men co-exist in various states of disrobe and nudity.  Is there something uniquely disciplined about the gay professional athlete that he/she will not be attracted to or titillated by certain bodies in the locker room?  Is that fair to the heterosexual athlete, or should there perhaps be separate quarters for the gay athlete(s)?  Stay with me here for a minute, this isn’t is a Neanderthal as it may sound.  I’m a heterosexual man who is attracted to women, both on a mental, and definitely on a physical level.  My attraction to women does not make me a threat to any woman (I’m a happily married man who has matured to a state of man where cheating is unacceptable in a committed relationship). But if I’m in a shower with the sex that I’m attracted to, I’m checking it out.  I mean, when I’m in South Beach and women are laying topless on the beach, I look!

Is there any reason to believe that the gay athlete is any different?

03
Jul
13

The loss of a sibling

I recently had the misfortune of losing my sister to cancer.  It happened suddenly and quickly; my family didn’t have much time to prepare for her death.   Though she had been in poor health in the later stage of her life nobody ever, ever, thought she would die.  She passed much too young.  This is the second sibling I have lost – my brother died many years ago, also at an early age.  I am the only remaining child, ironically, the youngest of the three.

Going through the process of being with her for her final days, arranging her services, and settling her estate has given me much time to reflect on my sister’s life.  At first, I had believed that she had not led a good life – she had experienced a unsuccessful marriage that, in my mind, precipitated the onset of her health problems that led to her early demise.  But fortunately, I realized that I was looking at my sister’s life through my eyes, and not those of her own, and how she would view her own life.  My sister was full of a zest for life, good humor, and a consideration and care for others.  She was loved and cherished by many people.  If you had asked her, she would have told you that she led a very good life – simple, fun, and full of rich experience.

I believe that losing a sibling is a unique experience.  Your siblings are probably your closest family members, people you share things and experiences with that cannot be duplicated with parents, spouses, or offspring.  When you lose a sibling, a part of you is also lost.

Although frail and sick at the end, I remember my sister as strong, and beautiful, and deliciously (and sometimes befuddingly) quirky.  To remember her is to laugh, to smile, and to shed a tear of gratitude for the memories she provided.

 

02
Jul
13

Return of the Mack

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Well, it’s been a while. I can’t believe it’s been over 4 years since I last posted. There were several reasons I stopped posting: I got tired/bored/distracted/lazy, you name it. Another big reason was that my blog was like the tree falling in the forest…nobody was listening, or at least nobody commented. I was hoping that my writings would be thought-evoking, sometimes amusing, or hell, even irritating. And while I did get some feedback from friends and family, I didn’t create the type of dialogue and comment that I envisioned when I first started writing. However, I’ve realized that my writing, regardless of its lack of quality, is far more for and about me than for others. As such, I’m going to resume posting and not pay any attention to who is or not is reading and responding. Anyway, my daughter has been asking me to start up again; at least she enjoyed it.

No Diggity

12
May
09

The Hard Foul Problem

Back in the day, when I was still decent on a basketball court (high school), I was having one of those afterschool nights where I couldn’t miss – if I was open.   On one shot, I was wide open deep in the corner, in what would have been a three-pointer today.  A good friend of mine, who had been playing on the opposing team and was sick of me popping wide open jumpers, had had enough.  Although he was on the other side of the lane and a good fifteen feet away from me, he ran as hard as he could, jumped as high as he could, raised both arms and let out a primal scream, and…… blocked my shot!  Of course, it wasn’t a clean block – he crashed into me and we both went down in  a heap – but that didn’t matter.  What mattered was that against seemingly impossible odds he got a piece of the ball and the collision between the two of us was so dramatic and comical that the entire gym stopped playing and laughed – long and loud.  Rockets Lakers Basketball

To this day, I don’t think I’ve ever been more humiliated.  My pride was so hurt and my shame was so great that I spent the rest of the night dogging him defensively, trying to block his shot and get even to some small degree, all to no avail.  He laughed at me.  I was so pitiful, trying to get revenge.  Finally, I realized my folly and tucked it in for the evening.

I thought of that incident, which took place over thirty years ago, while waiting for the economy to recover and engaging in an annual spring ritual, watching the NBA Playoffs.  So far, we’ve been treated to one very good series in the first round, Chicago vs. Boston, and we had a good one shaping up in the second round until Yao Ming went down for Houston against the Lakers.

It’s axiomatic that the intensity and physicality of the game increases during the playoffs.  Teams ratchet up their defense if they’re capable.  Some teams institute special rules, like “no layups,” which simply means that opposing players are not allowed to come into your middle without paying a price, physically.   It’s as old as the game itself.

However, anybody who has ever played the game knows that nothing gets the blood rising and boiling faster than getting elbowed or slapped up side the head.   In the gyms and in the streets, serious fistfights ensue when it’s perceived that a line has been crossed.   What’s hard for me to fathom is how you are expected to ignore your natural instinct to slap the shit out of a transgressor, just because you are a highly-paid professional athlete.

The NBA’s almost obsessive desire to control the on-court emotions of its hired hands is well documented – it has intricate rules and procedures governing flagrant fouls.  And the league’s cause is worthy – nobody wants to see the league get out control and degrade to a point of on-court fisticuffs.  After all, this isn’t hockey.Derek Fisher

Yet, it still seems as if something isn’t right when Rajon Rondo can slap Brad Miller so silly that he was unable to sink a normally easy shot for him, a free throw.  Or when Derek Fisher carves a gash in his own head during his vicious assault against Luis Scola.  Or when Kobe Bryant dangerously elbowed Ron Artest in or near his throat with a shot that could have killed him.  And let us not forget the annual mugging that Dirk Nowitzki endures at the hands of whatever team he meets in the playoffs.

I call this the “Hard Foul Problem,” and I submit that flagrant fouls and ejections are not compensation enough for the poor player who controls his emotions and does not immediately retaliate in these situations.  I have a proposed alternative.  I propose that any player who is subjected to a flagrant foul during the course of a game should have an option to “call out” the player who committed the foul.  By calling out the other player, the player would have the right to meet the opposing player for 30 minutes after the game in a closed and locked room, to “discuss” the foul and settle the matter.  Thus, Ron Artest would have the option to call out Kobe, Brad Miller could have called out Rondo, Scola could have called out Fisher, and so on.  The called out player must attend the “discussion,” or face suspension for the next two games.  The discussions would be entirely private, no media, and must end within 30 minutes.   If a player should be unable to play the next game after one of these discussions, the reasons could be discreetly  reported under “NBA Transactions,” such as “Kobe Bryant, OUT – Eye lacerations and body contusions.”

Ah, in a perfect world.

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Final thoughts:

  • Once a team gets down 3-0, I think its funny and I root for them to get swept.  Thus, I have enjoyed Cleveland sweeping both Detroit and Atlanta, and am rooting for Denver to sweep Dallas.  (Crap! Dallas just won.) A sweep is like a mercy killing; you have to be pretty pitiful to go down 3-zip, so let’s get it over with;
  • Two teams I consider suspect are Orlando and Los Angeles.  Orlando, if it gets past Boston (questionable) will be beaten by Cleveland.  LA needs to go ahead and finish a severely depleted Houston team in six – anything less just raises more doubt;
  • There’s something that tells me this is LeBron’s, and Cleveland’s, year.  Just the possibility that LeBron probably will be back in the finals with home-court advantage presents an incredible opportunity for an opportunistic guy;
  • That being said, if Cleveland wins the championship, they could be very well go down as the least talented and most one-dimensional champions in NBA history.  Stranger things have happened in sports, and
  • What’s up with Dirk and the Cougar Crook?

No Diggity

14
Mar
09

Does This Suck, or What?

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Keith David

One of my favorite actors is Keith David.  Not for his acting ability – he is at best a character actor, very capable but not distinguished.  You’ve seen him in a number of movies: Dead Presidents, Bird, Clockers, Crash, and Platoon, to name some of his more notable engagements.  What I love about this guy is his voice, and his gift for narration.  I like to call him “the most famous voice you’ve never seen.”  David possesses a narrative voice par excellence, and is a two-time Emmy Award-winning actor for his voice-over performances in The War, and Unforgivable Blackness: The Rise and Fall of Jack Johnson, and was nominated for another Emmy for the excellent Jazz, all by the noted documentarian Ken Burns.  David is also quite the commercial spokesman.  Though you probably don’t know it, he was basically the commercial voice for UPS until they recently switched campaigns (the guy drawing on the whiteboard), as well as for a host of other products he hawks, unseen, on television.   His only contemporary peer would be Morgan Freeman – neither The Shawshank Redemption nor Million Dollar Baby would have been the movies they were without Freeman’s  mellifluous baritone.

One of Keith David’s more entertaining screen roles was his portrayal of King in Platoon. As King and his platoon member, Chris Taylor, portrayed by Charlie Sheen, discuss how Taylor got into the army in the first place, King utters the memorable line:

Ever’body know, the poor are always being fucked over by the rich. Always have, always will“.

Does that sum up the state we’re in right now in this country, or what?  Except now, it’s not just the poor that have been fucked over by the rich.  As King stated, that’s a constant.  But now we’ve progressed to the situation that the middle class has also been monumentally fucked over by the rich, and it’s gone way too far, and now were in the midst (beginning?) of a financial crisis that threatens to bring this country to its knees.  How did we get here?  Well, it didn’t happen overnight.  For quite some time in this country there has been a festering culture of greed, corruption, graft, financial immorality, and laissez-faire economics – fostered by know-nothing, do-nothing governments and manipulative political demagoguery.  The result?  A profound and widespread suffering and malaise occasioned by a economy on the verge of collapse, and bleak and uncertain prospects about the future.

Again, this is not new.  The poor and the marginalized have always lived on the edge, with dubious employment prospects and financial uncertainty.  Now these conditions have reached Main Street, and Joe The Plumber is defaulting on his mortgage.  What purportedly makes America great has been shaken to its core, and the average Joe is scared stiff.

The controlling interests in the country previously had the benefit of distracting diversions to keep the masses in the dark while they raped the economy.  As long as we had our homes, our cars, our toys, our malls, our Brangelinas and our Brittneys to keep our butts soft and our minds mushy, we usually adopted a live-and-let live philosophy while the rich got richer.  As long as they let us have the crumbs of a comfortable existence, we turned a blind eye to their machinations.  If things got really get dicey, they would usually throw in some fake political issues to get people worked up and divided, something like abortion, or gay marriage, or stem cells – just to keep our eyes off the ball.

I believe most of the suffering in this global economy is caused because somebody else wants to get paid.  Banking and housing crisis?  Wall Street wanted to get paid.  $4.00 plus a gallon gas?  Oil speculators wanted to get paid.  War in Iraq?  Haliburton/KBR wanted to get paid.

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The Founding Fathers

The game is a simple one – the rich rape and pillage and their collaborative, expediting instrument is Washington.  Much like the founding fathers, Washington continues to be populated by a collection of wealthy individuals who represent nothing but the interests of the wealthy and the privileged.  They come to power through wealth itself – who can be elected to public office without a shitload of money?  During their tenure they continue to serve the interests of their ilk, until their career progression delivers them to the next stage of influence peddling, lobbying.

Again, all this worked quite well as long as we had our crumbs and our diversions.  But the greedy have gone too far, and the house of cards is tumbling.  Our basic requirements are being called into question – we don’t have roofs over our heads, we can’t work, our food is unsafe.  Hell, even our kids’ toys present a danger.  Because Congress has abdicated any semblance of oversight authority, all in the name of even freer markets and smaller government, our regulatory agencies are ill-equipped and impotent to counteract the forces of privilege and greed.

If this is the greatest country in the world, and it probably is at least the most habitable, it just doesn’t say that much for the rest of the world.  As my mom used to say, we’re going to hell in a hand basket.  Look at the characters our society has produced and is producing:  Ronald Reagan, Dick Cheney, George W. Bush, Bill Clinton, Paul Wolfowitz, Karl Rove, Pennsylvania judges Mark Ciavarella, Jr. and Michael T. Conahan, who recently pled guilty to taking more than $2.6 million in kickbacks for sending teenagers to privately-run detention centers (jails) for relatively minor offenses, and the poster boys of avarice and corruption for our times, R. Allen Stanford and Bernard Madoff.

I’ll admit it – I have a Jewish “thing.”  It’s not anti-Semitism, it’s a “thing.”  A few years back, I had the misfortune of working for a real estate company owned by Orthodox Jews.  Based in New Jersey, the company has substantial commercial and residential holdings along the East Coast.  I came to the company on a project basis, but was eventually hired as an employee to manage one of their properties in Maryland.

What was initially interesting about the company was the manner that their orthodoxy infused their business practices.  The corporate offices closed early on Fridays, the women in the offices always wore wigs and you could not touch them, as in a handshake (only their husbands are allowed to touch them) and the managers were always spouting Torah-based principles about business and dealings in money, and so on.  You could sense in their behavior an air of superiority, as if they truly were the chosen people.  It was a little weird, but not totally disrupting.

What was discomforting was their business model.  As I learned more about the company through my job as a Property Manager, I came to realize that their business model seemed to be based on a portfolio of what they called “B” properties, on the residential side of the business.  Invariably, these properties were large apartment complexes, predominantly populated by either Blacks, Hispanics, or Africans. In actuality, these were “C” level properties, just short of slums.  And in operating these properties, they exhibited an extremely off-putting behavior of obsession with profit and disregard for humanity that was disturbing and made me feel very uncomfortable being employed by such an outfit.

What was striking was their fake humility, piousness, and talk of honor in business, while at the same time they were exhibiting behaviors that mimicked the stereotypes of the “Jewish slumlord.”   Here were these guys, running around, wearing their religion on their sleeves, while all the time taking advantage of other human beings in a manner that bordered on deplorable.

Eventually, we parted company, after approximately fifteen months of association.  Their financial shell game – they treated their creditors almost as badly as their tenants – was catching up to them, so they used the time-honored trick of “reorganization,” to hide their misdeeds.  I was out in the reorg, and I was relieved.  I would have quit sooner or later.  While in their employ, I tried to be as honest in my dealings with my property as the situation allowed.

I’ll admit it, the situation scarred me.  It bothers me, but I don’t deny it’s there.  Since then, I look at Jews differently – much as I’m sure people who have had a bad experience with another group find it difficult to get past.  I’ll repeat it, as I must, I’m not anti-Semitic, but I do have a “thing.”

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Bernie Madoff

I bring this all up, in context, as Bernard Madoff is a Jew, and the perpetrator of perhaps the most massive financial fraud in history.  Many, if not most, of the investors in his nefarious scheme were Jews.  Additionally, there has been public wailing about Madoff being a Jew, and how could he have done this to other Jews?   Nobel prize-winning holocaust survivor Elie Wiesel, a Madoff victim, stated that “psychopath” would be too kind of a characterization of Madoff (Whew, mess with some people’s money, huh?).

What’s offensive about all of this, besides the facts that he stole from people, is that this should have nothing to do with him being Jewish, or that he stole from Jews and Jewish charitable institutions, but more about his being greedy and evil.  But again, here are some Jews, whining about being taken by one of their own, and professing some sort of alleged higher morality about dealings in business than others.  To that, I say “bullshit.”  I guess it would have been okay with them if more of  Madoff’s victims had been gentile.  There.  I said it. There’s my Jewish rant.  Don’t get me started talking about United States relations with Israel in the Middle East.  Take it as you will, and let’s move on.

Now back to the economy.  Somebody help me out here.  This country has basically been built upon a notion of Darwinist Capitalism – only the strongest, brightest, and most entrepreneurial prospered and made it big  financially.  If you didn’t, it was because you were marginal, mediocre, didn’t work hard enough, or somehow or other didn’t have the right stuff.  This propaganda ignores inherited and institutionalized wealth, unequal and uneven playing fields, privileges and advantages, prejudices and racism, and so forth.  Nevertheless, most of America buys into this stuff.  Because government can get in the way of the rich getting richer, conservative and free markets theorists, like Milton Friedman and Alan Greenspan, argued for less and less government interference with the workings of the markets.  Okay.

What I don’t get, and I realize this is a simplification, is why the financial sector now looks to government to bail them out of the mess they are almost entirely complicit and culpable in creating.  As a taxpayer, I’m paying to put back on their feet the very people who have devoted their existence to screwing me.  That makes no sense whatsoever.  No wonder they’re taking the money, keeping it and paying bonuses and throwing lavish parties.  This is nice work, if you can find it.  Wait until the stimulus money starts to flow.

I look at President Obama struggling, trying to sort through this mess, and I sometimes think, “he doesn’t stand a chance.”  We don’t stand a chance.  The forces allayed against him, and us, are too powerful, too intransigent.  Even his democratic brethren in Congress are grumbling and starting to oppose his efforts.  The stakes are high, and money is on the table.   And we really don’t know yet where Obama is really coming from, though in our hearts, we feel he’s an honorable man.  Obama won the election on a message of change because the message  appeals to the only thing we have left – hope.  Pretty much everything else has been taken away.

Change?  We’ll see.

No Diggity

14
Jan
09

What now?

Happy New Year!  For those of you who thought that the flight of fancy that is this blog was finished, think again.  Writing a blog is a challenging enterprise at best.  In many ways, it’s like a relationship – when you first start out it’s new and exciting, then as time goes on it becomes comfortable and a part of your  routine, subject to alternating periods of attention and neglect. However, if you’re lucky and work hard at it, it can become a lifelong companion.  In my travels, I’ve noted that even some of the more talented and/or  prolific bloggers will either totally or almost totally disappear for days, weeks, or even months.  Thus, a personal goal that I’m setting in this time of change, is that I will try to post at least once a month.  Here’s the inaugural piece for 2009.  barack2

2008 was quite a year, wasn’t it?  Not only did the country    make history, the year was fraught with events that changed my personal landscape and perspective, and leaves me wondering what the coming months will portend.  I started last year on a down note, as the contractual work I performed that had been carrying me quite nicely for the past couple of years dried up suddenly and I personally began to experience the effects of the then yet-to-be-acknowledged recession.  The mid-year provided a bittersweet moments as my daughter returned to her home in Chicago, leaving us in here in the DC metro, and landed her first post-college job of substance in her chosen field.

The last four months of the year were quite interesting.  In September, I went to Chicago to support and care for my mother during her upcoming heart bypass surgery.  During the period of time where I was supposed to be taking care of my mom’s health and welfare, I was hospitalized and diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes.  I was found, unconscious, at my mom’s home in a diabetic coma, where my blood glucose level would eventually rise to over 1300 mg/dl.  Although I don’t remember much, I’m also told that I also carried on like something approaching a raving lunatic during the initial period of my hospitalization.  I have to give unending props to my wife, my best friend, my daughter, and even my sister, for their quick thinking and call to action during my time of most urgent need.  All in all, I wound up spending nearly a month in Chicago, which was kinda cool, considering the circumstances.  In any event, both me and my mother, who successfully endured quadruple bypass surgery, are now in relatively good health and dealing with the realities of our new existences.

I ended the year on a up note.  First, I messed around and dropped the double-nickel in age .  Additionally, after about five years of hustling and scraping out an existence, I found a real job, which was quite remarkable considering my age and what the country is going through right now.  I guess you can’t keep a good man (with skillz ) down, at least not for too long.  I’ve been blessed, although it has been an adjustment going back to straight time after being used to some measure of flexibility for so long.  Thanks to MTB, EC, and MMT for their help during my application process.  MTB, I hope the wine you brought me back from France hasn’t turned to vinegar, and the coffee from Africa is still fresh.  I promise to pick them both up and talk to you soon.  Sorry I missed you recently.

In November, we elected Barack Hussein Obama as the 45th President of the United States.  Just look at the incongruity of the last sentence – kind of  jumps off the page doesn’t it?  Politically, the entire year was fun, exhilarating, challenging, and difficult.  But we got it done, and now it’s time for the slender son of Honolulu/Jakarta/Los Angeles/New York/Chicago/Cambridge/, and now Washington, D.C. to assume the mantle of authority and try to clean up the mess that has been left over from at least the last twelve years.  We all have our work cut out for us, after we end our much-deserved visit to the “great State of Euphoria.”  Let’s try to help this guy as he navigates the waters.  He is going to need a lot of patience.  So will we.burrisrod

For those of us of color, remember how it used to be when someone committed a particularly heinous crime and upon hearing the news report you stated, “I hope he wasn’t _____ .” (enter your race or ethnicity of choice).  You just didn’t want to be embarrassed by the deeds of one of your own.  Embarrassed is how I feel about the ridiculously comic state of affairs of Governor Rod Blagojevich of Illinois and his attempt to seat the almost equally ridiculous Roland Burris in the United States Senate.  The entire affair has taken me down a notch in my snobbery regarding Illinois, and has served as a reminder as just how sleazy Illinois, and by reverse extension, Chicago politics remain.  I mean, just take a look at how unctuous Blagojevich looks.  How could the people of my beloved Illinois have elected this guy two times?  Burris, an old hack, does not surprise me by his appearance in the tawdry affair.  He continues to manifest his long-standing attitude that it’s all about Roland.  On the Burris mausoleum he has erected and left space for his future accomplishments, he should insert the word, “Idiot.”  Which makes my old cynicism about politicians resurface (Sorry, Barack).  By my estimation, approximately 90% of politicians have nothing to do with governance or leadership, they’re just people who for one reason or another (ego, greed, love of vice) didn’t want to work a real job and were attracted to the money, power, or status that politics could bring them.

Speaking of which, did I ever tell you why I struggle with the concept of celebrity?  It’s because I fervently believe that no one is more important or deserving of my attention than me.  It’s one of a few reasons that I’m singularly uninterested in the inauguration and the cult of celebrity that has engulfed our next President.  I’d have to be paid handsomely to be within 20 miles of the District on Tuesday, and the prospect of watching it on television doesn’t remotely compare to the anticipation I’m experiencing for Championship Sunday in the NFL.  Nevertheless, congratulations Barack.  You did us proud.

See you next time.

No Diggity

23
Jun
08

Summertime

To paraphrase Gershwin, “Summertime, and the livin’ ain’t easy.” Fish may be jumpin’, but gas is over $4.00 a gallon, unemployment is at 5.5%, and inflation is at 4.18%. Rather than try to write extensively about any or all of the subjects that are irritating me right now, I’d rather hit you with a few short thoughts that have been going through my head recently:

  • Join the 60’s movement. Lately, I’ve taken to driving on the highways at 60 miles per hour to conserve gas. I try to be as unobtrusive as possible – I drive in the extreme right lane, and I’ll even sometimes turn on my flasher to give approaching drivers a heads-up to pass. Yet, I can clearly see how I’m pissing off a lot of drivers who, despite their protestations about the high cost of gas, want to drive at speeds in excess of 80 mph. The good news: we are not alone. There is a growing cadre of drivers who are ambling along in the right lane at considerably slower speeds. Power to the People!
  • Potentially offsetting any gains we might have achieved on the highway is the lack of a sensible approach to streetlights in the cities. I seriously wonder when was the last time anyone evaluated the operation of such lights and their effects vis fuel conservation and traffic flow. I mean how fast/slow do you have to drive to not have to stop for a light three blocks from the last light? Why should drivers have to wait for nearly a minute for the light to change at a cross street where the is no discernible traffic? Doesn’t technology allow for sensors to be placed at intersections which can regulate streetlights according to traffic flow? This is stupid and needs to be addressed.
  • You get what you pay for. I bought some “cheap” gas recently, nearly 20 cents a gallon less (for cash) than competing stations nearby. Not only did this gas burn a lot faster, but the mixture is not quite right. Recently, my car has taken to sputtering and emitting large clouds of billowy white smoke from the exhaust. I can’t wait to burn this crap out of my system, before it produces real damage;
  • Polls show that 30% of all Americans and 34% of Black Americans admit to racial bias. That’s just those who admit to it. My personal opinion is that about 85% of all Americans have some racial bias;
  • It pains me to see Michelle Obama appearing on “The View,” in an attempt to soften her image. The tarnishing of this woman’s reputation as being somewhat disloyal or unpatriotic is an example of perhaps the most insidious variety of racism, that which is directed towards the Black American woman;
  • Alarms went off when I heard about Barack Obama sermonizing on Father’s day about the irresponsibility of Black fathers. What’s next, lectures on welfare queens on Labor Day?
  • The Boston Celtics victory over the Los Angeles Lakers for the NBA championship provided a fitting end to the NBA season. I’m glad the Celtics won, with their decidedly Chicago connection of Doc Rivers and Kevin Garnett. If the Lakers had won, who would have been happy for Kobe or Phil Jackson?
  • Speaking of Kobe, my heart does go out for him just a little, on the heels of the latest antic of the clown prince of basketball, Shaquille O’Neal (see below). There’s no questioning that Kobe and Shaq have a blood feud, and no matter how badly Kobe may want it to end, Shaq isn’t going to let that happen. Kobe can take one of two paths, both losers: a) take the high road and ignore Shaq, or b) respond with the nastiest, vilest, most personal attack on Shaq and his family he can muster. What’s Shaq gonna do, anyway?
  • Ridiculous to the sublime department: Tiger Woods gets it, I get Tiger Woods. Tiger’s victory at the U.S. Open at Torrey Pines last week was perhaps one of the gutsiest and dramatic achievements in sports, ever. Limping along on a knee that would later require major reconstructive surgery, Tiger had just enough grit to gain his 14th major. While some may question the risk he took with his future career by even playing in the tournament, I understand him completely and feel he made the right move. Majors don’t come cheap or easy, and when they’re played on one of your favorite courses when you’re at the peak of you abilities, you go for it, even if there’s risk. Considering the superbly conditioned athlete that he is and his phenomenal work ethic and determination, I think there’s little doubt that he’ll successfully rehab his knee and come back as good as ever;
  • Two books on my summer reading list are Slavery By Another Name, The Re-Enslavement of Black Americans from the Civil War to War World II, by the Wall Street Journal’s Douglas A. Blackmon, which tells the story of involuntary servitude by Black Americans in the years following the abolition of slavery, and The Political Mind, Why You Can’t Understand 21st-Century American Politics with an 18th -Century Brain, by George Lakoff.

Until the next time, have a good summer.

No Diggity

03
Jun
08

What’s Next for Hillary?

Let’s take the safe assumptions: First, by the time you read this post, Barack Obama should have locked up the Democratic presidential nomination. I’ll also assume that Obama will defeat the ridiculous John McCain in November, and thus become the first person other than a white American male to sit in the big chair in the White House in this country.

Now the big question: What will become of the vanquished Hillary Clinton? Where will she go after this crushing defeat? Well, she has options. First, let’s disabuse ourselves of any notion that Obama would choose her as his presidential running mate, especially in the wake of her comment that she was staying in the primary race because anything could happen; her reference to the Robert Kennedy assassination in 1964. Could you imagine Obama’s unease with her as his running mate or Vice-President, with Hillary being “a heartbeat away” from assuming the presidential mantle? No way its gonna’ happen, thank goodness. (Post note: As I’m writing this, Hillary’s latest tactic is the floating the of the trial balloon that she is “open” to the possibility of the Vice-Presidency. Watch out Barry, she clearly has something up her sleeve).

That being said, her most obvious choice would be to return to her Senate seat, where she almost made as much a name for herself as she has by being married to Bill Clinton. My problem with that scenario is that the naked ambition and desperation for power of Hillary Clinton has been so demonstrably revealed during the primary campaign that’s it’s hard to imagine that she would settle for the role of just another Senator among the elite one-hundred. It doesn’t strain credulity to argue that the only reason she ran for the Senate in the first place is that she was eying an eventual run for the top job.

Another choice would be to resign her Senate seat and hit the book and lecture circuit, where she could probably challenge Bill, mano a mano, for the title of who can make the most money in the shortest amount of time after leaving public office. As all three members of the wackiest family in politics, The Clintons, (what a great reality show that would be) have shown, they do have an affinity for making the fast buck. This scenario is somewhat more likely. Perhaps Hillary and Bill could use this type of opportunity (and cash) to groom Chelsea for her eventual run for political office.

Another career path could be big money consulting and foundation work, which Bill already dabbles in to supplement his speech making income, and which has proven to be a big winner for former President George H.W. Bush, whose association with The Carlyle Group raises host of questions about American foreign policy in the Middle East and the presidency of his son “W.”

But perhaps the most appropriate position for Hillary after she loses the bid for the nomination would be a cabinet position in the Obama White House. Now, I have to give credit to the brilliant and beautiful Ms. Diggity for this suggestion, and I must admit that I both like the idea and feel that it is credible. First, after today’s primary results and Obama subsequently clinches the nomination, there will have to be a lot of healing between those who supported Clinton and the Obama camps. Now I know that Obama can’t name a cabinet until after he’s elected, but he can start to float trial balloons about a possible Hillary role in his administration. This could have the effect of smoothing over some very ruffled feathers in the Hillary camps.

Second, Hillary needs a hug, unless she continues to resort to the type of shenanigans she has during the primary process. Soon, she’ll be universally viewed as a whipped dog, the person who snatched the victory of the nomination from the jaws of defeat – the ostensibly master politician who lost the race to the political novice. Left at this stage, her legacy would be something of an embarrassment.

The ideal cabinet spot for Hillary? Several positions come to mind. How about Attorney General? Secretary of Education or Health and Human Services? Bad choices would be Secretary of State or Defense.

How likely is it that Hillary would accept a cabinet post? Probably unlikely. Recent trends have shown Cabinet members’ influence as policy makers declining relative to other Executive-level positions, such as White house Chief of Staff, National Security Advisor, Director of OMB, and recently, Secretary of Homeland Security. Don’t even think about Hillary for one of those spots. Hillary probably could do more to keep her profile relevant in the Senate than as a member of Obama’s cabinet. And, if my guess is correct, she’ll want to keep her profile high. Though she be 61 years old in October, don’t rule out Hillary runs again in 2012 and possibly even 2016. Both possibilities are scary and sobering.

However, I think Clinton could do the most for her country and her party by accepting one of the above posts. She has staked her entire political profile on the issues of health care, education, and speciously, national security. By accepting one of the above positions, Mrs. Clinton could not only prove, as she so often says, that she truly loves this country by doing some good public work on its behalf, but could also continue to burnish her credentials as a policy wonk and potentially salvage her quickly tarnishing legacy.

How likely would it be that Obama would offer her a cabinet position? Perhaps equally unlikely as Clinton accepting such a job. Speculation on his potential cabinet does not mention Hillary. I’d bet more on her retiring from the Senate and making the fast buck, or her staying in the Senate and remaining a thorn in Barack’s side for four years, second-guessing him at every opportunity.

For Obama, a word of advice: Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer. Offer Hillary a job.

30
Apr
08

Curses, foiled again?

Wow! If there’s one thing I’m learning in this world of blogging, it’s that if you’re going to post about current events, you’d better move fast. When I sat down and started this post on Monday morning, I was convinced Barack Obama would probably lose the Democratic nomination for President to Hillary Clinton. Today, after Obama’s public denunciation of Reverend Wright, I’m not so sure. Instead of a period, I’ve added a question mark to the title of this post. Additionally, and most galling, Maureen Dowd’s op-ed piece in Wednesday’s New York Times co-opts many of my ideas on the subject. Nevertheless, I’ll press on and in the future try to be a little more quick in my posting.

My original lead to this post was as follows:

“If I were a betting man, and I am, I would bet good money Hillary Clinton will win the Democratic nomination for President over Barack Obama. Mr. Obama has managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, a particularly Democratic party talent, through his association with the now infamous pastor Jeremiah Wright, Jr., of Trinity United Church of Chicago. The media controversy generated over Reverend Wright’s controversial sermons and his association with Obama has roiled in past weeks. Although a causal relationship is debatable, one national poll now shows Hillary Clinton with a nine-point lead over John McCain in a presidential contest, while the same polls show a statistical dead heat between Obama and McCain in such a race. What better argument concerning electability could Mrs. Clinton been handed in her argument to undecided superdelagates about whom they should prefer?”

As they say in court: “Strike that, your Honor.”

I’m not one for airing ones dirty laundry in public – I took great issue with Bill Cosby’s vicious diatribe against poor Black people at a 2004 NAACP event celebrating the 50th anniversary of the Brown v. Board of Education decision. few years ago. Although Cosby’s remarks contained an element of truth, I felt it was so much more an elitist blame-the-victim attack by an out of touch septuagenarian than a reasoned analysis of why some Black people in our society were failing.

That being said, I’m going to air some Black folks’ dirty laundry in public. Reverend Wright is potentially costing Barack Obama his shot at the presidency. Why? Because of what must be his massive ego. He feels dissed, and he’ll not be disrespected – especially by a young pup he feels he helped raise, Barack Obama.

The dirty laundry in this affair is that sadly, this massive display of ego is often found in popular members of the Black clergy. Time and again in the Black church, large and small, the success of the church is rooted in the minister. Usually, the more charismatic and entertaining the minister, the more he can “keep it real” with his/her congregation, the more successful the church becomes. Congregations grow, reflected by larger and larger tithes, donations, and congregant participation; the work of the church prospers.

The problem with this scenario is that sadly, it often plays out with the Minister obtaining a larger than life stature within the church. I’ve seen it time and again. So goes the minister, so goes the church. Entire congregations have failed upon the death or retirement of an extremely popular, charismatic minister. Succession plans for clergymen in these instances are often non-existent, and in some cases undermined by the efforts or negligence of the incumbent.

Being a Chicago native, I’m very familiar with Wright and his church. In Chicago, Trinity is one of the churches of choice for the Black middle class. Everybody in Chicago knows about Jeremiah Wright. Wright presents the ideal combination for the striving Black churchgoer – an highly educated spiritualist who can still serve up the fire and brimstone sermon which is a part of our heritage. In Chicago, Trinity is the church to see and be seen, and to hear Reverend Wright. Although I have attended his church on a couple of occasions years ago, I tend to avoid churches like his – they tend to run counter to my ideal of quiet, contemplative reflection of the Word.

My take on this entire affair is that there has been a mutual benefit to Obama and Wright from Obama’s identification with Trinity. Wright and Obama have a relationship that has existed for over twenty years, with Wright having married Obama and his wife, Michelle, and having baptized their two daughters. Obama credits Wright with having strengthening his faith. Wright and Trinity have received the benefit of having a high-profile member of the Black community and later, national politics, as a member of the congregation.

Additionally, politicians need association with a faith and a church. In the Black community, such association can be critical. The two things than can identify Black people in their communities is where you work and where you go to church. Such as, “Eric? Yeah, I know Eric. He works for the Post Office and he’s a member of Holy Name.” Sometimes, those two things are all that need to be said about you. Membership in a church can also be part of a Black politican’s political base, and can even be the genesis of a political career. Does anybody remember Adam Clayton Powell, Jr., and the Abyssinian Baptist Church of Harlem?

Now don’t get it wrong, all of the things I’ve said above are also true of white churches; I’m speaking only to what I know best. There are out of control members of the white clergy – the late Jerry Falwell, Pat Robertson, and recently, John Hagee, come to mind. Additonally, as it has been pointed out by one of my editorial advisors, the “black church” is not monolithic – black churches come in a variety of stripes and profiles. Wright’s claim that the media attention to him and his church is an attack on the black church is specious and indefensible. However, Wright and his church are not atypical in the black community. This particular situation has been magnified and possibly blown out of proportion because you have an African-American man competing for the nomination to become President of the United States.

As the affair has unfolded, I sensed a mini rift between Wright and Obama, which has now been confirmed by the statements of both men. The back channel communications between Wright and Obama were obviously unproductive – the potential damage from the entire affair could have been mitgated if the two men had been on the same page as to their public comments.

In retrospect, it seems obvious that Wright is out of control, and is beyond muzzling of any sort. Sadly, he is now enjoying his fifteen minutes of fame. Perhaps he will write a book.

The good news is that Obama has now publicly, and decisively, denounced this man and his inflammatory rhetoric. The affair, at least for its most combustible elements, should be over and calm down within a few weeks. Wright’s rejoinder, if it should come, should be relatively irrelevant. All that can be said betwen the two has been said. The tie has been broken.

The bad news is that now the Obamas have to find a new church home.

No Diggity




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