MLK honored, Tucson-style


All progress is precarious, and the solution of one problem brings us face to face with another problem. — Martin Luther King Jr., 1963

People kill people. Stop blaming my Glock.

Take a look at the truly fine citizens who lined up Saturday in irony-free Tucson for a gun show, where you could buy 40-round magazines for AK-47s at $19.99 apiece, or maybe a Glock 19 — the type of gun used in the Jan. 8 Tucson shooting that left six dead and 13 wounded — for $489.

The show’s organizer “extended condolences to the [shooting] victims and encouraged people to ‘lawfully and thoughtfully continue to exercise your Second Amendment rights,’ ” according to The New York Times.

After the show, attendees celebrated the long weekend ending in Martin Luther King Day at the target range, where “Pride (In the Name of Love),” U2’s ode to King and his dream of non-violent societal change, was blaring from the sound system.

Just kidding.

OK, not so much.

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David Brooks, a weasel in preacher’s clothing


Civility is a tree with deep roots, and without the roots, it can’t last. So what are those roots? They are failure, sin, weakness and ignorance.

— David Brooks, Jan. 13, The New York Times

Brooks's soul brother, Jonathan Edwards

Brooks should write speeches for Barack Obama, if he doesn’t already. He specializes in gobbledygook that’s crafted to appear well-meant and thoughtful, but never thoughtful enough to engage readers in a meaningful way with the issue supposedly under discussion. He is the Earnest Weasel, tweaking an imaginary congregation of moral midgets who don’t understand how sinful it is to oppose, in an uncompromising way, those who would destroy not only the social safety net woven from the New Deal but also the political system that put the safety net in place.

Imagine a preacher in the antebellum South, urging the darkies to tend to the earthly tasks that God in his wisdom has assigned them. Except that Brooks is a slick secularist. He speaks to the unwashed masses of all colors and nationalities, to those of us who can’t accept our place in this great oligarchy that America has become. We should have “gratitude for the political process,” especially given the fact that our “individual powers” are so limited. Isn’t it obvious?

Sensible people everywhere feel “redeemed” by others, Brooks writes. They know that their flawed efforts to do good, together with the flawed efforts of others, will, in some mysterious fashion, “move things gradually forward.” Except when they move things backward.

The Earnest Weasel’s moralizing would be easy to ignore if it wasn’t on display twice a week in The New York Times, where he has positioned himself as a moderate conservative, despite ample evidence he’s an unflagging front man for the special interests that have quashed all but a semblance of democracy — i.e., government for and by the people — in Washington, D.C.

Better a reactionary screed than Brooks’s pseudo-mystical claptrap. Better the borderline bigotry of a Pat Buchanan, honestly spelled out, than a Washington insider and right-wing hack who comes on like Jonathan Edwards, chiding us for “sinfulness” and for bucking the grand plans of our masters.

Brooks was born into a Jewish family but is worshipful of WASP-style elitism. Behind the phony appeals for civility and dialogue is a class-conscious prig, educated in the most expensive schools, nurtured by the rich and influential, cocooned in privilege, living in isolation from the commoners he is so eager to lecture.

It’s ironic that he made a name for himself with Bobos In Paradise, which seemed to celebrate the lifestyles of the exurban upper-middle class at the end of the millennium. What he was really celebrating was the old Protestant ethic, which equates the zealous pursuit of wealth with spirituality and lack of wealth with laziness. A believer in the Protestant ethic must make a show of being humble but never doubt the morality of capitalism, any more than a true Christian doubts the divinity of Jesus.

The next time you read one of Brooks’s “convoluted and deceitful” sermons on the state of the nation, consider the source.

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Obama vs. the desert of the real


We may not be able to stop all evil in the world, but I know that how we treat one another is entirely up to us. I believe that for all our imperfections, we are full of decency and goodness, and that the forces that divide us are not as strong as those that unite us. — Barack Obama, Tucson, Jan. 12

The red pill or the blue?

The other Obama is back! The nation’s foremost orator, the silver-tongued successor to Bryan and FDR, appeared Wednesday in Tucson to deplore the shooting rampage by an apparent psychotic that left six dead and thirteen injured, including a critically wounded U.S. congresswoman. Obama was at the top of his game, paraphrasing Anne Frank, channeling Abe Lincoln and Karl Malden in On the Waterfront, exhorting us to “align our values with our actions” and “sharpen our instincts for empathy.”

As a customer in a South Philly coffee shop put it, “Great, but what is he gonna do about gun control?” To which I added, “Whatever happened to those jobs programs?”

The problem with Obama is that he’s content to substitute signposts for real things. He’s in love with abstractions and with the sound of his own voice, and blind to the notion that speeches should convey real messages about real issues in real America, where millions of real people are unemployed because of an economic disaster that wouldn’t have happened without the reckless policies of the very characters Obama chose to revitalize the economy, including Bill Daley, the former JP Morgan executive and new White House Chief of Staff.

It’s as if Obama is Morpheus in The Matrix, asking us to choose between red pill (reality) and the blue (illusion). Except that the president is unambiguously urging us to eat the blue, to keep the desert of the real at bay.

Obama wants us to mind our manners and keep our language civil, but to what end? Are we supposed to not remind him that he’s done next to nothing to oppose Republicans who insist that lowering taxes, cutting aid to the poor and outsourcing jobs will restore America to health? Should we ignore the indiscriminate sale of assault pistols and rifles, and the fact that those who tote them have already rejected the notion that civility solves problems?

It seems there are two Obamas — the eloquent humanist we voted for in 2008, and the doubletalking post-election pragmatist who is joined at the hip with the people who seek to destroy the middle class and reduce the poor to untouchable status. But there’s really only one, isn’t there?

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Fast Eddie’s casino freakout on 60 Minutes


You guys don't get it!

I’m Fast Eddie Rendell, and I’m smarter than the rest of you guys, always have been. It took me years to make you understand that casino gambling is the solution to shuttered factories and tens of thousands of lost jobs. That it’s good for the economy when people go broke at casinos, because some of what they lose comes back to state coffers. And so what if the losers can no longer afford to pay the mortgage or feed the kids? That’s what welfare is for.

Let’s face it, the sort of degenerates you see at casinos these days would blow their money on football pools or cockroach-racing if they couldn’t feed the slots in PA.

As we part-time sports announcers (ugh, how about those Eagles?) like to say, this is a no-brainer to everyone but Leslie Stahl and her sinister producers on 60 Minutes who ambushed me Sunday night with a bunch of stupid questions about the alarming nationwide proliferation of legalized gambling.

I mean, only wusses think casinos aren’t good business. Sure, these seedy little slots parlors sucker the poor and the clueless, but how else was I supposed to make up for the tax money that corporations and people with six-figure incomes won’t pay? If you guys don’t get that, you’re simpletons. You’re idiots if you don’t get that.

You’re probably involved with Casino-Free Philadelphia or one of those other professional leftist wing-nut groups that somehow blocked Foxwoods from building a second casino on the Philly waterfront, not long after I helped Neil Bluhm, my billionaire buddy from Chicago, build the first one.

You don’t get that the super-rich own this country, and that it’s a politician’s job to help the super-rich get even richer so that, when the politician’s term of office is up, he can reach out to the super-rich and get rich, too.

Let me put it this way: Do you know how many years I would have to be governor to make what Michael Jordan made in one year? I do — 600 or so. (I’m repeating this in case you didn’t hear me on “Radio Times” today.)

It’s my turn, people. It’s time to hit the jackpot, and I’m not talking about the video slots in those trashy-ass casinos I spent half of my adult life trying to help build. Or don’t you get it?

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Hunting lion in the Italian Market


Would you eat burgers made from the king of beasts?

Men first feel necessity, then look for utility, next attend to comfort, still later amuse themselves with pleasure, thence grow dissolute in luxury, and finally go mad and waste their substance.Giambattista Vico

Is this a great country, or what? A friend of mine walks into a butcher shop in Philadelphia’s Italian Market today and witnesses a customer haggling with the shop owner about a cut of meat. The shop stocks exotics – everything from ostrich to emu – but my friend is surprised to realize the meat being discussed is lion.

The customer leaves in a huff. It turns out he wanted to buy a lion’s head but, in order to get the head, he would have had to order and purchase an entire lion carcass – a lot of meat.

But why would anyone in America want to eat a lion’s head, or its other parts? Did the customer want the head for his wall, to pretend he was a big-game hunter?

I googled an old Philadelphia Weekly article. It seems at least one local restaurant/bar used to include lion meat on its menu, but stopped doing so because of protests from vegans and environmentalists, or because lion is too expensive to stock, or doesn’t taste very good, or all of the above. The writer of the story hit a few dead ends when he tried to find out who “farm-raises” lions for slaughter and sale to purveyors.

Help me if you’re out there, lion meat fans. Does eating it make you feel dashing? Is it like Viagra without a prescription?

I don’t expect much feedback on this. If I found an American who eats lion and asked him why, I’ll bet his honest reply would be “Because I can.”

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Boehner is so loathsome, he could cry


A good reason for all but the richest to weep

Sentimentality, the ostentatious parading of excessive and spurious emotion, is the mark of dishonesty, the inability to feel… – James Baldwin, Notes of a Native Son

Speaker of the House John Boehner looks and talks like one of those Hollywood actors, circa 1960 – Tony Randall, Gig Young, et al. – who spend all their time drinking martinis and trying to get it on with Doris Day. They nurse hangovers and never work. Their saving grace is lightness – i.e., good-humored acceptance of their limitations and an aversion to pretending they’re serious about anything.

The difference is that the chronically weeping Boehner – nicknamed “Boner” by George W. Bush – wants America to take him seriously, despite abundant evidence he’s a shill for special interests and a bag man for the GOP. I can’t imagine Tony Randall trying to hook up by quoting from the Declaration of Independence (which Boner mistook for the Constitution). Or Gig Young blubbering about how hard he’s worked to become what Matt Taibbi called the “the ultimate Beltway hack.”

Read Taibbi’s well-researched piece from Rolling Stone and ask yourself where the Washington press corps was when this bleary-eyed bozo was setting new records for congressional sleaziness.

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Do-gooder reforms Huck Finn


The schoolmarms are still at it.

Next month, you will be able to buy the single- volume NewSouth Edition of Mark Twain’s “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer” and “Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” edited by Professor Alan Gribben of Auburn University at Montgomery. It differs from other editions of those books because Mr. Gribben has turned the word “nigger” — as used by Tom and Huck — into “slave.” Mr. Gribben has also changed “Injun” to Indian. — Jan. 6, The New York Times

Beware of jackasses in positions of authority, especially those who bear the title of “professor.” (How do you get to teach English Lit if you don’t understand that altering an author’s text is like defacing a painting, and that, if you can’t discuss what the author actually wrote, you might as well let your students play video games on their phones until school’s out?)

Here’s a Mark Twain quotation for teachers in Philadelphia and elsewhere: “The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter — ’tis the difference between the lightning-bug and the lightning.” Write me a 500-word essay on this quote, and no cribbing allowed.

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New Year’s in the twilight zone


Rod Serling to Robert Reich: What planet you on?

Republicans are telling Americans a Big Lie, and Obama and the Democrats are letting them. The Big Lie is our economic problems are due to a government that’s too large, and therefore the solution is to shrink it. The truth is our economic problems stem from the biggest concentration of income and wealth at the top since 1928, combined with stagnant incomes for most of the rest of us. — Robert Reich, Jan. 4, Reader Supported News

Barack Obama is weaving a tangled web. On the one hand, he stresses that America can “out-compete other countries around the world” and, in doing so, raise stagnant and falling incomes at home. On the other, he refuses to acknowledge that American companies are methodically destroying any hope of raised incomes by outsourcing  jobs and R&D departments. The rich get richer, and at lightning speed these days.

And yet Robert Reich won’t allow himself to reach the logical conclusion — i.e., the downward spiral won’t stop so long as our only alternative to the party of the rich is Obama and the faux-Democratic establishment that caved to every greedy Republican demand. A bunch of unctuous frauds almost as beholden to the corporations as the GOP.

Reich says he hopes Obama will use his upcoming State of the Union address to “stand up to the Big Lie,” but surely he doesn’t believe this will happen. Reich is doing a verbal dance to show that he was on the right side of history when the new dark age began.

Is this really the Obama we elected? Is this Reich? (Cue the cool intro music.) We’re moving into a land of shadows not substance, platitudes not ideas. The signpost up ahead reads 2011, but we’ve just crossed over to… the twilight zone.

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Bunch’s best Obama news was in his blog


Blogs can be therapeutic for mainstream reporters, especially if their beat is politics. In this case I mean Will Bunch of The Philadelphia Daily News, who last month revealed that candidate Barack Obama, in 2008, lied when asked by Bunch what he would do regarding “allegations of torture and related crimes by the Bush administration.” Obama’s response was doubletalk — if crimes were committed, they should be investigated, blah blah. No investigations ever took place.

As Bunch noted in his blog, all presidents lie. The implicit, unanswered question is why don’t the mainstream media do a better job of publicizing their lies?

The answer is because the media have become an adjunct to the powers-that-be rather than an adversary. Reporters and editors, instead of admitting to timidity, defend their lack of aggressiveness by invoking objectivity. Too many of them pretend the “he said-she said” aspect of a story is all there is, when in fact it’s only the prelude to the story.

That’s why no mainstream papers have run stories about the president’s lie. If you asked an editor at a daily, he’d tell you the lie — Obama’s promise to look into the Bush administration’s possible complicity in war crimes — is fodder for an opinion piece but not a news story, even if the lie is documented. I’ll bet that’s what Bunch’s editor at the DN would tell him.

Obama’s lie should be front-page news – “Two years and still no torture probe” – not the stuff of blog posts. Maybe The New York Times or The Washington Post will showcase the torture issue in a midterm report on how many campaign promises Obama has broken. But don’t hold your breath.

If the mainstream media were serious about playing an adversarial role, it would follow a simple two-step formula regarding coverage of politicians’ promises: 1) Here is what so-and-so said. 2) Here is what so-and-so did.

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Woe-is-uh-me-bop, Beefheart is dead


My musician son Barney sent me a text message on Dec. 17: “Beefheart died today.” This was sad but also a good sign that the music of Captain Beefheart, aka Don Van Vliet, will long outlast the man, although you wouldn’t know it by WXPN and other “alternative” stations that ignored his passing. God forbid they should bump Coldplay’s Christmas song to pay tribute to an American original.

Captain Beefheart

Beefheart probably didn’t think much of texting — a bastard spawn of the plastic-horned devil. It’s easier to picture him sending smoke signals from the Mohave, just after dinner. One red bean stuck in the bottom of a tin bowl/hot coffee in a crimped-up can/me and my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam..

And maybe he wouldn’t care that he’d influenced young players like Barney, as well as Tom Waits and other notables.

He was like Walt Whitman, a multitude of contradictions. At one extreme is Trout Mask Replica (1969), a mostly joyous assault on the senses. At the other is his dark masterpiece Ice Cream for Crow (1982). By then he was a full-time downshouter, maybe in part because his music never found its way to the mainstream — Frank, it’s the big hit! it’s the blimp! But then he launched a second career as a painter.

You can’t pigeonhole his music — there ain’t no label for this bottle — but you can hear Delta blues, free jazz, rock ‘n’ roll, R&B, ancient Egyptian electronica, often in the same song, coming at you like shiny beasts of thought.

He was a free spirit and a control freak. The professors at the old folks’ homes would call him a primitive. Harold Bloom, if he’s even heard of Beefheart, would shake his jowls at the comparison to Whitman.

As Marlene Dietrich said in Touch of Evil, “What does it matter what you say about people?” In the end there’s only the work. In this case, there’s “Electricity” and “Dirty Blue Gene” — She’s not bad/She’s just genetically mean. And his finger of contempt to boomers: We don’t have to suffer, we’re the best batch yet/Baked in special/White flesh waves to black.

Composer, poet, snake oil salesman, black-hearted funnyman, magnet for great players, vocalist extra-or-di-naire… Beefheart cajoled and exhorted, evoking preachers and gold prospectors, changing texture with each turn of phrase. He crooned like a soul man — I got too much time to be without love — but held out little hope for this pirate flag headlong disaster course vessel we call Earth.

Download the music, or do like us dinosaurs and buy it on CD or vinyl. Spend time with a roundhouse man who — I’m paraphrasing Greil Marcus — remade America on his own terms.

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