This from Robert Reich. Please follow link to original.
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Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Saturday, December 27, 2014
YEA!! We're #36
Here are a couple of interesting items from "Some Assembly Required". Follow link to original.
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Dear Santa: In terms of child poverty, the United States ranks 36th out of the 41 wealthiest nations. There are 2.5 million homeless children in the US, an all-time high. 65% of US children live in a home that receives aid from the federal government. 45% of US children belong to low income families. 45% of African-American children in the US live in “areas of concentrated poverty” (slums). The average American is 40% poorer today than before the recession, and 20% of US households will be able to eat Christmas dinner thanks to food stamps, about that many more courtesy of various food banks and charities.
Enjoy yours.
The Fundamentals: A seasonal history lesson: According to the book of Matthew, Jesus was born in 4 BC. Luke holds out for 6 AD. John doesn't adhere to any of the timelines described by Matthew, Mark or Luke in tracing the Messiah's life. To add to the confusion, the genealogies of the Christ child as portrayed by Matthew and Luke are completely different.
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Dear Santa: In terms of child poverty, the United States ranks 36th out of the 41 wealthiest nations. There are 2.5 million homeless children in the US, an all-time high. 65% of US children live in a home that receives aid from the federal government. 45% of US children belong to low income families. 45% of African-American children in the US live in “areas of concentrated poverty” (slums). The average American is 40% poorer today than before the recession, and 20% of US households will be able to eat Christmas dinner thanks to food stamps, about that many more courtesy of various food banks and charities.
Enjoy yours.
The Fundamentals: A seasonal history lesson: According to the book of Matthew, Jesus was born in 4 BC. Luke holds out for 6 AD. John doesn't adhere to any of the timelines described by Matthew, Mark or Luke in tracing the Messiah's life. To add to the confusion, the genealogies of the Christ child as portrayed by Matthew and Luke are completely different.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to all. Perhaps the "Kristians" of today will take Christ's teachings to heart. It would make for a very different world. Please remember Ayn Rand was an atheist. All the supposed "Christians" who follow her insane fantasies are actually the exact opposite of Christian. So is the totally insane "prosperity gospel"
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Winter Wonderland - The Roches
Here's a reminder of home -- my original home. Found this on Dr. Krugman's blog -- "A Christmas Carol In The Vernacular" by The Roches. Enjoy.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
update
I've had, and still have, the flu since last week. Fever, weak, yucky, foul, weak, raspy, etc., etc., etc.
Nothing new until I , once again, fell at least semi-human. Wish this on no one.
Nothing new until I , once again, fell at least semi-human. Wish this on no one.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Gene Ammons - Richard "Groove" Holmes Trio Live 1961 ~ Exactly Like You
Gene Ammons - Tenor Sax
Richard "Groove" Holmes - Hammond B3 Organ
Gene Edwards - Guitar
Leroy Henderson - Drums
Whooping Cough Back With A vengence In California
Here's a little story about vaccinations -- especially those who don't have them.
I never had any of the current vaccines. I was born before their development. As a result I had whooping cough, chicken pox, measles, mumps, and every other damn thing children can get -- except for polio. In any event, I nearly died, missed an entire six months of school, and developed a reputation for being "sickly" -- even though I was just recovering from a barrage of childhood diseases. My kids all had their vaccinations. I could not bear to subject them to all the crap I had -- and the aftereffects.
I believe the benefits have been proven, while the supposed downside is, at best, conjecture. The folks who do not have their kids vaccinated were vaccinated as kids and never had to go through all the childhood diseases themselves. They have no idea how dangerous they are. Nor are they aware of potential side effects.
Now we are faced with crap like this:
I never had any of the current vaccines. I was born before their development. As a result I had whooping cough, chicken pox, measles, mumps, and every other damn thing children can get -- except for polio. In any event, I nearly died, missed an entire six months of school, and developed a reputation for being "sickly" -- even though I was just recovering from a barrage of childhood diseases. My kids all had their vaccinations. I could not bear to subject them to all the crap I had -- and the aftereffects.
I believe the benefits have been proven, while the supposed downside is, at best, conjecture. The folks who do not have their kids vaccinated were vaccinated as kids and never had to go through all the childhood diseases themselves. They have no idea how dangerous they are. Nor are they aware of potential side effects.
Now we are faced with crap like this:
"Whooping Cough Back With a Vengeance in California"
Chris Hedges - A Society of Captives
Here is an essay by Chris Hedges from "Truthdig" -- please read. Follow link to original for this, and much more.
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http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/a_society_of_captives_20141207
Matt Taibbi in his book, “The Divide: American Injustice in the Age of the Wealth Gap,”
brilliantly illustrates how poverty, in essence, has become a crime. He
spent time in courts where wealthy people who had committed documented
fraud amounting to hundreds of millions of dollars never had to stand
trial and in city courts where the poor were called to answer for crimes
that, until I read his book, I did not know existed. Standing in front
of your home, he shows in one case, can be an arrestable offense.
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Mayor Bill de Blasio’s plans to launch a pilot program
in New York City to place body cameras on police officers and conduct
training seminars to help them reduce their adrenaline rushes and
abusive language, along with the establishment of a less stringent
marijuana policy, are merely cosmetic reforms. The killing of Eric
Garner in Staten Island was, after all, captured on video.
These proposed reforms, like those out of Washington, D.C., fail to
address the underlying cause of poverty, state-sponsored murder and the
obscene explosion of mass incarceration—the rise of the corporate state
and the death of our democracy. Mass acts of civil disobedience, now
being carried out across the country, are the only mechanism left that offers hope for systematic legal and judicial reform. We must defy the corporate state, not work with it.
The legal system no longer functions to
protect ordinary Americans. It serves our oligarchic, corporate elites.
These elites have committed $26 billion in financial fraud.
They loot the U.S. Treasury, escape taxation, drive down wages, break
unions, pillage pension funds, gut regulation and oversight, destroy
public institutions including public schools and social assistance
programs, wage endless and illegal wars to swell the profits of arms
merchants, and—yes—authorize police to murder unarmed black men.
Police and national intelligence and
security agencies, which carry out wholesale surveillance against the
population and serve as the corporate elite’s brutal enforcers, are
omnipotent by intention. They are designed to impart fear, even terror,
to keep the population under control. And until the courts and the
legislative bodies give us back our rights—which they have no intention
of doing—things will only get worse for the poor and the rest of us. We
live in a post-constitutional era.
Corporations have captured every major institution, including the
judicial, legislative and executive branches of government, and deformed
them to exclusively serve the demands of the market. They have, in the
process, demolished civil society. Karl Polanyi in “The Great Transformation”
warned that without heavy government regulation and oversight,
unfettered and unregulated capitalism degenerates into a Mafia
capitalism and a Mafia political system. A self-regulating market,
Polanyi writes, turns human beings and the natural environment into
commodities. This ensures the destruction of both society and the
natural environment. The ecosystem and human beings become objects whose
worth is determined solely by the market. They are exploited until
exhaustion or collapse occurs. A society that no longer recognizes that
the natural world and life have a sacred dimension, an intrinsic value
beyond monetary value, commits collective suicide. Such societies
cannibalize themselves. This is what we are undergoing. Literally.
As in every totalitarian state, the first
victims are the vulnerable, and in the United States this means poor
people of color. In the name of the “war on drugs” or the necessity of
enforcing immigration laws, those trapped in our urban internal colonies
are effectively stripped of their rights. Police, who arrest some 13
million people a year—1.6 million of them on drug charges and half of those on marijuana counts—were
empowered by the “war on drugs” to carry out random searches and sweeps
with no probable cause. They take DNA samples from many whom they
arrest to build a nationwide database that includes both the guilty and
the innocent. And they charge each of the sampled arrestees $50 for DNA
processing. They confiscate cash, cars, homes and other possessions
based on allegations of illegal drug activity and use the proceeds to
swell police budgets. They impose fines in poor neighborhoods for absurd
offenses—riding a bicycle on a sidewalk or not having an ID—to fleece
the poor or, if they cannot pay, toss them into jail. And before
deporting undocumented workers the state levels fines, often in the
thousands of dollars, on those being held by the U.S. Immigration and
Customs Enforcement agency in order to empty their pockets before they
are shipped out. Prisoners locked in cages often spend decades
attempting to pay off thousands of dollars, sometimes tens of thousands,
in court fines from the paltry $28 a month they earn in prison jobs;
the government, to make sure it gets its money, automatically deducts a
percentage each month from their prison paychecks. It is a vast
extortion racket run against the poor by the corporate state, which also
makes sure that the interest rates of mortgages, car loans, student
loans and credit card loans are set at predatory levels.
Since 1980 the United States has
constructed the world’s largest prison system, populated with 2.3
million inmates, 25 percent of the world’s prison population. Police, to
keep the system filled with bodies, have had most legal constraints on
their behavior removed. They serve as judge and jury on the streets of
American cities. Such expansion of police powers is “a long step down
the totalitarian path,” U.S. Supreme Court Justice William O. Douglas
warned in 1968. The police, who are often little more than predatory,
armed gangs in inner-city neighborhoods, arbitrarily decide who lives,
who dies and who spends years in prison. They rarely fight crime or
protect the citizen. They round up human beings like cattle to meet
arrest quotas, the prerequisite for receiving federal cash in the “drug
war.” Because many crimes carry long mandatory sentences it is easy to
intimidate defendants into “pleading out” on lesser offenses. The
arrested are acutely aware they have no chance—97 percent of all federal
cases and 94 percent of all state cases are resolved by guilty pleas
rather than trials. An editorial in The New York Times said that the
pressure employed by state and federal prosecutors to make defendants
accept guilty pleas—an action that often includes waiving the right to
appeal to a higher court—is “closer to coercion” than to bargaining.
There are always police informants who, to reduce their own sentences,
will tell a court anything demanded of them by the police. And, as we
saw after the fatal shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Mo., and
after the killing of Garner, the word of police officers and
prosecutors, whose loyalty is to the police, is law.
A
Department of Defense program known as 1033, which was begun in the
1990s and which the National Defense Authorization Act allowed along
with federal homeland security grants to the states, has provided $4.3 billion in military equipment
to local police forces, either free or on permanent loan, the website
ProPublica reported. The militarization of the police, which includes
outfitting departments with heavy machine guns, ammunition magazines,
night vision equipment, aircraft and armored vehicles, has effectively
turned urban police, and increasingly rural police as well, into
quasi-military forces of occupation. “Police conduct up to 80,000 SWAT
raids a year in the US, up from 3,000 a year in the early ’80s,”
reporter Hanqing Chen wrote in ProPublica. The American Civil Liberties
Union, in Chen’s words, found that “almost 80 percent of SWAT team raids
are linked to search warrants to investigate potential criminal
suspects, not for high-stakes ‘hostage, barricade, or active shooter
scenarios.’ He went on to say, “The ACLU also noted that SWAT tactics
are used disproportionately against people of color.”
The bodies of the incarcerated poor fuel
our system of neo-slavery. In prisons across the country, including the
one in which I teach, private corporations profit from captive prison
labor. The incarcerated work eight-hour days for as little as a dollar a
day. Phone companies, food companies, private prisons and a host of
other corporations feed like jackals off those we hold behind bars. And
the lack of employment and the collapse of education and vocational
training in communities across the United States are part of the design.
This design—with its built-in allure from the illegal economy, the only
way for many of the poor to make a living—ensures rates of recidivism
of over 60 percent. There are millions of poor people for whom this
country is little more than a vast penal colony.
Lawyer Michelle Alexander, author of “The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness,”
identifies what she calls a criminal “caste system.” This caste system
controls the lives of not only the 2.3 million people who are
incarcerated but also the 4.8 million people on probation or parole.
Millions more people are forced into “permanent second-class
citizenship” by their criminal records, which make employment, higher
education and public assistance difficult or impossible, Alexander says.
Totalitarian systems accrue to themselves
omnipotent power by first targeting and demonizing a defenseless
minority. Poor African-Americans, like Muslims, have been stigmatized by
elites and the mass media. The state, promising to combat the
“lawlessness” of the demonized minority, demands that authorities be
emancipated from the constraints of the law. Arguments like this one
were used to justify the “war on drugs” and the “war on terror.” But
once any segment of the population is stripped of equality before the
law, as poor people of color and Muslims have been, once police are
permitted under the law to become omnipotent, brutal and systematically
oppressive tactics are invariably employed against the wider society.
The corporate state has no intention of carrying out legal reforms to
curb the omnipotence of its organs of internal security. They were made
omnipotent on purpose.
“That’s what nobody gets, that the two
approaches to justice may individually make a kind of sense, but side by
side they’re a dystopia, where common city courts become factories for
turning poor people into prisoners, while federal prosecutors on the
white-collar beat turn into overpriced garbage men, who behind closed
doors quietly dispose of the sins of the rich for a fee,” Taibbi writes.
“And it’s evolved this way over time and for a thousand reasons, so
that almost nobody is aware of the whole picture, the two worlds so
separate that they’re barely visible to each other. The usual political
descriptors like ‘unfairness’ and ‘injustice’ don’t really apply. It’s
more like a breakdown into madness.”
Hannah Arendt
warned that once any segment of the population is denied rights, the
rule of law is destroyed. When laws do not apply equally to all they are
treated as “rights and privileges.” When the state is faced with
growing instability or unrest, these “privileges” are revoked. Elites
who feel increasingly threatened by the wider population do not “resist
the temptation to deprive all citizens of legal status and rule them
with an omnipotent police,” Arendt writes.
This is what is taking place now. The
corporate state and its organs of internal security are illegitimate. We
are a society of captives.
Monday, December 8, 2014
Surviving Whole Foods
Here is something very funny from "Huffington Post" - please follow link to original.
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http://www.huffingtonpost.com/kelly-maclean/surviving-whole-foods_b_3895583.html
Whole Foods is like Vegas. You go there to feel good but you leave broke, disoriented, and with the newfound knowledge that you have a vaginal disease.
Unlike Vegas, Whole Foods' clientele are all about mindfulness and compassion... until they get to the parking lot. Then it's war. As I pull up this morning, I see a pregnant lady on the crosswalk holding a baby and groceries. This driver swerves around her and honks. As he speeds off I catch his bumper sticker, which says 'NAMASTE'. Poor lady didn't even hear him approaching because he was driving a Prius. He crept up on her like a panther.
As the great, sliding glass doors part I am immediately smacked in the face by a wall of cool, moist air that smells of strawberries and orchids. I leave behind the concrete jungle and enter a cornucopia of organic bliss; the land of hemp milk and honey. Seriously, think about Heaven and then think about Whole Foods; they're basically the same.
The first thing I see is the great wall of kombucha -- 42 different kinds of rotten tea. Fun fact: the word kombucha is Japanese for 'I gizzed in your tea.' Anyone who's ever swallowed the glob of mucus at the end of the bottle knows exactly what I'm talking about. I believe this thing is called "The Mother," which makes it that much creepier.
Next I see the gluten-free section filled with crackers and bread made from various wheat-substitutes such as cardboard and sawdust. I skip this aisle because I'm not rich enough to have dietary restrictions. Ever notice that you don't meet poor people with special diet needs? A gluten intolerant house cleaner? A cab driver with Candida? Candida is what I call a rich, white person problem. You know you've really made it in this world when you get Candida. My personal theory is that Candida is something you get from too much hot yoga. All I'm saying is if I were a yeast, I would want to live in your yoga pants.
Next I approach the beauty aisle. There is a scary looking machine there that you put your face inside of and it tells you exactly how ugly you are. They calculate your wrinkles, sun spots, the size of your pores, etc. and compare it to other women your age. I think of myself attractive but as it turns out, I am 78 percent ugly, meaning less pretty than 78 percent of women in the world. On the popular 1-10 hotness scale used by males the world over, that makes me a 3 (if you round up, which I hope you will.) A glance at the extremely close-up picture they took of my face, in which I somehow have a glorious, blond porn mustache, tells me that 3 is about right. Especially because the left side of my face is apparently 20 percent more aged than the right. Fantastic. After contemplating ending it all here and now, I decide instead to buy their product. One bottle of delicious smelling, silky feeling creme that is maybe going to raise me from a 3 to a 4 for only $108 which is a pretty good deal when you think about it.
I grab a handful of peanut butter pretzels on my way out of this stupid aisle. I don't feel bad about pilfering these bites because of the umpteen times that I've overpaid at the salad bar and been tricked into buying $108 beauty creams. The pretzels are very fattening but I'm already in the seventieth percentile of ugly so who cares.
Next I come to the vitamin aisle which is a danger zone for any broke hypochondriac. Warning: Whole Foods keeps their best people in this section. Although you think she's a homeless person at first, that vitamin clerk is an ex-pharmaceuticals sales rep. Today she talks me into buying estrogen for my mystery mustache and Women's Acidophilus because apparently I DO have Candida after all.
I move on to the next aisle and ask the nearest Whole Foods clerk for help. He's wearing a visor inside and as if that weren't douchey enough, it has one word on it in all caps. Yup, NAMASTE. I ask him where I can find whole wheat bread. He chuckles at me "Oh, we keep the poison in aisle 7." Based solely on the attitudes of people sporting namaste paraphernalia today, I'd think it was Sanskrit for "go fuck yourself."
I pass the table where the guy invites me to join a group cleanse he's leading. For $179.99 I can not-eat not-alone... not-gonna-happen. They're doing the cleanse where you consume nothing but lemon juice, cayenne pepper and fiber pills for 10 days, what's that one called again? Oh, yeah...anorexia. I went on a cleanse once; it was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, I detoxified, I purified, I lost weight. On the other hand, I fell asleep on the highway, fantasized about eating a pigeon, and crapped my pants. I think I'll stick with the whole eating thing.
I grab a couple of loaves of poison, and head to checkout. The fact that I'm at Whole Foods on a Sunday finally sinks in when I join the end of the line...halfway down the dog food aisle. I suddenly realize that I'm dying to get out of this store. Maybe it's the lonely feeling of being a carnivore in a sea of vegans, or the newfound knowledge that some people's dogs eat better than I do, but mostly I think it's the fact that Yanni has been playing literally this entire time. Like sensory deprivation, listening to Yanni seems harmless at first, enjoyable even. But two hours in, you'll chew your own ear off to make it stop.
A thousand minutes later, I get to the cashier. She is 95 percent beautiful. "Have you brought your reusable bags?" Fuck. No, they are at home with their 2 dozen once-used friends. She rings up my meat, alcohol, gluten and a wrapper from the chocolate bar I ate in line, with thinly veiled alarm. She scans my ladies acidophilus, gives me a pitying frown and whispers, "Ya know, if you wanna get rid of your Candida, you should stop feeding it." She rings me up for $313. I resist the urge to unwrap and swallow whole another $6 truffle in protest. Barely. Instead, I reach for my wallet, flash her a quiet smile and say, "Namaste."
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http://www.huffingtonpost.com/kelly-maclean/surviving-whole-foods_b_3895583.html
Whole Foods is like Vegas. You go there to feel good but you leave broke, disoriented, and with the newfound knowledge that you have a vaginal disease.
Unlike Vegas, Whole Foods' clientele are all about mindfulness and compassion... until they get to the parking lot. Then it's war. As I pull up this morning, I see a pregnant lady on the crosswalk holding a baby and groceries. This driver swerves around her and honks. As he speeds off I catch his bumper sticker, which says 'NAMASTE'. Poor lady didn't even hear him approaching because he was driving a Prius. He crept up on her like a panther.
As the great, sliding glass doors part I am immediately smacked in the face by a wall of cool, moist air that smells of strawberries and orchids. I leave behind the concrete jungle and enter a cornucopia of organic bliss; the land of hemp milk and honey. Seriously, think about Heaven and then think about Whole Foods; they're basically the same.
The first thing I see is the great wall of kombucha -- 42 different kinds of rotten tea. Fun fact: the word kombucha is Japanese for 'I gizzed in your tea.' Anyone who's ever swallowed the glob of mucus at the end of the bottle knows exactly what I'm talking about. I believe this thing is called "The Mother," which makes it that much creepier.
Next I see the gluten-free section filled with crackers and bread made from various wheat-substitutes such as cardboard and sawdust. I skip this aisle because I'm not rich enough to have dietary restrictions. Ever notice that you don't meet poor people with special diet needs? A gluten intolerant house cleaner? A cab driver with Candida? Candida is what I call a rich, white person problem. You know you've really made it in this world when you get Candida. My personal theory is that Candida is something you get from too much hot yoga. All I'm saying is if I were a yeast, I would want to live in your yoga pants.
Next I approach the beauty aisle. There is a scary looking machine there that you put your face inside of and it tells you exactly how ugly you are. They calculate your wrinkles, sun spots, the size of your pores, etc. and compare it to other women your age. I think of myself attractive but as it turns out, I am 78 percent ugly, meaning less pretty than 78 percent of women in the world. On the popular 1-10 hotness scale used by males the world over, that makes me a 3 (if you round up, which I hope you will.) A glance at the extremely close-up picture they took of my face, in which I somehow have a glorious, blond porn mustache, tells me that 3 is about right. Especially because the left side of my face is apparently 20 percent more aged than the right. Fantastic. After contemplating ending it all here and now, I decide instead to buy their product. One bottle of delicious smelling, silky feeling creme that is maybe going to raise me from a 3 to a 4 for only $108 which is a pretty good deal when you think about it.
I grab a handful of peanut butter pretzels on my way out of this stupid aisle. I don't feel bad about pilfering these bites because of the umpteen times that I've overpaid at the salad bar and been tricked into buying $108 beauty creams. The pretzels are very fattening but I'm already in the seventieth percentile of ugly so who cares.
Next I come to the vitamin aisle which is a danger zone for any broke hypochondriac. Warning: Whole Foods keeps their best people in this section. Although you think she's a homeless person at first, that vitamin clerk is an ex-pharmaceuticals sales rep. Today she talks me into buying estrogen for my mystery mustache and Women's Acidophilus because apparently I DO have Candida after all.
I move on to the next aisle and ask the nearest Whole Foods clerk for help. He's wearing a visor inside and as if that weren't douchey enough, it has one word on it in all caps. Yup, NAMASTE. I ask him where I can find whole wheat bread. He chuckles at me "Oh, we keep the poison in aisle 7." Based solely on the attitudes of people sporting namaste paraphernalia today, I'd think it was Sanskrit for "go fuck yourself."
I pass the table where the guy invites me to join a group cleanse he's leading. For $179.99 I can not-eat not-alone... not-gonna-happen. They're doing the cleanse where you consume nothing but lemon juice, cayenne pepper and fiber pills for 10 days, what's that one called again? Oh, yeah...anorexia. I went on a cleanse once; it was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, I detoxified, I purified, I lost weight. On the other hand, I fell asleep on the highway, fantasized about eating a pigeon, and crapped my pants. I think I'll stick with the whole eating thing.
I grab a couple of loaves of poison, and head to checkout. The fact that I'm at Whole Foods on a Sunday finally sinks in when I join the end of the line...halfway down the dog food aisle. I suddenly realize that I'm dying to get out of this store. Maybe it's the lonely feeling of being a carnivore in a sea of vegans, or the newfound knowledge that some people's dogs eat better than I do, but mostly I think it's the fact that Yanni has been playing literally this entire time. Like sensory deprivation, listening to Yanni seems harmless at first, enjoyable even. But two hours in, you'll chew your own ear off to make it stop.
A thousand minutes later, I get to the cashier. She is 95 percent beautiful. "Have you brought your reusable bags?" Fuck. No, they are at home with their 2 dozen once-used friends. She rings up my meat, alcohol, gluten and a wrapper from the chocolate bar I ate in line, with thinly veiled alarm. She scans my ladies acidophilus, gives me a pitying frown and whispers, "Ya know, if you wanna get rid of your Candida, you should stop feeding it." She rings me up for $313. I resist the urge to unwrap and swallow whole another $6 truffle in protest. Barely. Instead, I reach for my wallet, flash her a quiet smile and say, "Namaste."
Recovery at Last?
This is the latest from Dr. Krugman -- please follow link to original.
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http://www.nytimes.com/2014/12/08/opinion/paul-krugman-recovery-at-last.html?rref=collection%2Fcolumn%2Fpaul-krugman
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http://www.nytimes.com/2014/12/08/opinion/paul-krugman-recovery-at-last.html?rref=collection%2Fcolumn%2Fpaul-krugman
Last week we got an actually good employment report
— arguably the first truly good report in a long time. The U.S. economy
added well over 300,000 jobs; wages, which have been stagnant for far
too long, picked up a bit. Other indicators,
like the rate at which workers are quitting (a sign that they expect to
find new jobs), continue to improve. We’re still nowhere near full
employment, but getting there no longer seems like an impossible dream.
And
there are some important lessons from this belated good news. It
doesn’t vindicate policies that permitted seven years and counting of
depressed incomes and employment. But it does put the lie to some of the
nonsense you hear about why the economy has lagged.
Let’s talk first about reasons not to celebrate.
Things
are finally looking better for American workers, but this improvement
comes after years of suffering, with long-term unemployment in
particular lingering at levels not seen since the 1930s. Millions of
families lost their homes, their savings, or both. Many young Americans
graduated into a labor market that didn’t want their skills, and will
never get back onto the career tracks they should have had.
And
the long slump hasn’t just scarred families; it has done immense damage
to our long-run prospects. Estimates of the economy’s potential — the
amount it can produce if and when it finally reaches full employment —
have been steadily marked down in recent years, and many researchers now
believe that the slump itself damaged future potential.
So it has been a terrible seven years, and even a string of good job reports won’t undo the damage. Why was it so bad?
You
often hear claims, sometimes from pundits who should know better, that
nobody predicted a sluggish recovery, and that this proves that
mainstream macroeconomics is all wrong. The truth is that many
economists, myself included, predicted a slow recovery from the very beginning. Why?
The
answer, in brief, is that there are recessions and then there are
recessions. Some recessions are deliberately engineered to cool off an
overheated, inflating economy. For example, the Fed caused the 1981-82
recession with tight-money policies that temporarily sent interest rates
to almost 20 percent. And ending that recession was easy: Once the Fed
decided that we had suffered enough, it relented, interest rates
tumbled, and it was morning in America.
But “postmodern” recessions,
like the downturns of 2001 and 2007-9, reflect bursting bubbles rather
than tight money, and they’re hard to end; even if the Fed cuts interest
rates all the way to zero, it may find itself pushing on a string,
unable to have much of a positive effect. As a result, you don’t expect
to see V-shaped recoveries like 1982-84 — and sure enough, we didn’t.
This
doesn’t mean that we were fated to experience a seven-year slump. We
could have had a much faster recovery if the U.S. government had ramped
up public investment and put more money in the hands of families likely
to spend it. But the Obama stimulus
was much too small and short-lived — as many of us warned, in advance,
it would be — and since 2010 what we have actually seen, thanks to
scorched-earth Republican opposition on all fronts, are unprecedented
cutbacks in government spending, especially investment, and in
government employment.
O.K.,
at this point I’m sure many readers are thinking that they’ve been
hearing a very different story about what went wrong — the conservative
story that attributes the sluggish recovery to the terrible, horrible,
no-good attitude of the Obama administration. The president, we’re told,
scared businesspeople by talking about “fat cats” on Wall Street and
generally looking at them funny. Also, Obamacare has killed jobs, right?
Which
is where the new job numbers come in. At this point we have enough data
points to compare the job recovery under President Obama with the job
recovery under former President George W. Bush, who also presided over a
postmodern recession but certainly never insulted fat cats. And by any
measure you might choose — but especially if you compare rates of job
creation in the private sector — the Obama recovery has been stronger and faster. Oh, and its pace has picked up over the past year, as health reform has gone fully into effect.
Just
to be clear, I’m not calling the Obama-era economy a success story. We
needed faster job growth this time around than under Mr. Bush, because
the recession was deeper, and unemployment stayed far too high for far
too long. But we can now say with confidence that the recovery’s
weakness had nothing to do with Mr. Obama’s (falsely) alleged
anti-business slant. What it reflected, instead, was the damage done by
government paralysis — paralysis that has, alas, richly rewarded the
very politicians who caused it.
Friday, December 5, 2014
I actually have had a thought!
I just left the blog of a long time activist who recently was pleading for help from friends and readers. It seems she had lost her home, had no income, no place to live, no prospects. Of course many folks joined together to help.
Today I read that she just returned from a conference in New York.
Now, I'm not an activist. I am in dire straits financially. Recently my partner asked folks she knows for help. People responded. Given our situation I do not see how I could possibly go anywhere for a conference. Currently, using up precious resources in that way seems obscene to me. If I can afford to do that, my situation really isn't that bad. But, I am not quite that entitled.
I could not afford to help that person. Now, I'm happy I didn't. If I had, I would now feel I'd been "had".
I guess I've not yet come to really understand how "activism" has become a "career choice". Both left and right wing "activists" seem to see their job of "saving the world" as a "career" -- it's now a vocation, as opposed to an avocation done to enlighten folks, or at least sway them to your way of thinking ---- in many cases, doing their thinking for them.
This is very different from the post of "public intellectual", or "public conscience" -- they usually have a day job. These folks stake out a position, publicize it, and hope the coin rolls in. They can be anti something. or pro something, but it seems they do it mostly for money, like the patent medicine hawkers of old. Then again we still have our Dr. Oz.
No matter the position, the field, the stance, it seems to be all about the money.
In truth, we have no shame.
Today I read that she just returned from a conference in New York.
Now, I'm not an activist. I am in dire straits financially. Recently my partner asked folks she knows for help. People responded. Given our situation I do not see how I could possibly go anywhere for a conference. Currently, using up precious resources in that way seems obscene to me. If I can afford to do that, my situation really isn't that bad. But, I am not quite that entitled.
I could not afford to help that person. Now, I'm happy I didn't. If I had, I would now feel I'd been "had".
I guess I've not yet come to really understand how "activism" has become a "career choice". Both left and right wing "activists" seem to see their job of "saving the world" as a "career" -- it's now a vocation, as opposed to an avocation done to enlighten folks, or at least sway them to your way of thinking ---- in many cases, doing their thinking for them.
This is very different from the post of "public intellectual", or "public conscience" -- they usually have a day job. These folks stake out a position, publicize it, and hope the coin rolls in. They can be anti something. or pro something, but it seems they do it mostly for money, like the patent medicine hawkers of old. Then again we still have our Dr. Oz.
No matter the position, the field, the stance, it seems to be all about the money.
In truth, we have no shame.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Monday, December 1, 2014
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