I subscribed to Rolling Stone magazine from 1982 to about 1997, at which point it became pretty irrelevant, music-wise (they were always about 7 months behind the curve). However, after cashing in a strange "$1 for three years offer" apparently designed to beef up the magazine's subscription base, I've discovered, in addition to the magazine's new apparent obsession with the vacuous Fall Out Boy (what is the point of this Pete Wentz guy?), they feature the phenomenal work of political writer Matt Tiabbi. His story in the new 10/2/08 issue (hey, Milwaukee - - Metallica is on the cover!) is entitled "Mad Dog Palin," and it's as excellent as it is scathing.
The article is not online yet, but certain highlights are well worth my labored, four-finger typing transcription.
Read the passage below and ask yourself if you'd appreciate this kind of behavior and malpractice from our own mayor:
Not only did her party just preside over the largest government
expansion since LBJ, but Palin herself has been a typical Bush-era Republican, borrowing and spending beyond her means. Her great legacy
as mayor of Wasilla was the construction of a $15 million hockey arena
in a city with an annual budget of $20 million; Palin OK’d a bond issue
for the project before the land had been secured, leading to a
protracted legal mess that ultimately forced taxpayers to pay more than
six times the original market price for property the city ended up
having to seize from a private citizen using eminent domain. Better
yet, Palin ended up paying for the f$%#^* thing with a 25 percent
increase in the city sales tax. But in her speech, of course, Palin
presented herself as the enemy of tax increases, righteously bemoaning
that “Taxes are too high” and Obama “Wants to raise them.”
In identifying the Republican Party's bald cynicism, Tiabbi gets it dead right. Depressingly, devastatingly right:
Right-wingers of the Bush-Rove ilk have had a tough time finding a
human face to put on their failed, inhuman, mean-as-hell policies. But
it was hard not to recognize the genius of wedding that faltering brand
of institutionalized greed to the image of the suburban American
supermom. It’s the perfect cover, for there is almost nothing in the
world meaner than this species of provincial tyrant.
Palin herself burned this political symbiosis into the pages of history
with her seminal crack about the “Difference between a hockey mom and a
pit bull: lipstick,” blurring once and for all the lines between
meanness on the grand political scale as understood by the Roves and
Bushes of the world, and meanness of the small-town variety as
understood by pretty much anyone who has ever sat around in his
ranch-house den dreaming of a fourth plasma-screen TV or an extra set
of KC HiLites for his truck, while some ghetto family a few miles away
shares a husk of government cheese.
And we can't let ourselves off the hook. We get the government we deserve:
The great insight of the Palin VP choice is that huge chunks of
American voters no longer even demand that their candidates actually
have policy positions; they simply consume them as media entertainment,
rooting for or against them according to the reflective prejudices of
their demographic, as they would for a reality-show contestants or
sitcom characters. Hicks root for hicks, moms for moms, born-agains for
born-agains. Sure, there was politics in the Palin speech but it was
all either silly lies or merely incidental fluffery buttressing the
theatrical performance.
...
Democracy doesn’t require a whole lot of work of its citizens, but it
requires some: It requires taking a good look outside once in awhile,
and considering the bad news and what it might mean, and making the
occasional tough choice, and soberly taking stock of what your real
interests are.
This is a very different thing from shopping, which involves passively
letting sitcoms melt your brain all day long and then jumping straight
into the TV screen to buy a southern Style Chicken Sandwich because the
slob singing “I’m Lovin’ It!” during the commercial break looks just
like you. The joy of being a consumer is that it doesn’t require
thought, responsibility, self-awareness or shame: All you have to do is
obey the first urge that gurgles up from your stomach. And then obey
the next. And the next. And the next.
And when it comes time to vote all you have to do is put your Country
First – Just like that lady on TV who reminds you of your cousin.
U-S-A, Baby. U-S-A! U-S-A!
Devastating. And absolutely true.
Time to WAKE UP, America.
And, oh yeah - - that particular issue of Rolling Stone also has a page-long article about Harley's 105th Anniversary Celebration.
Franklin alderman swings for the upper deck
Item G.2. on the Common Council agenda this past Tuesday: A proposal by Alderman Steve Olson to suspend elected officials' expense and mileage payments.
I made my opinion clear on this earlier in the week. l found the idea self-serving, to say the least, and I think Alderman Olson was surprised by the reaction he received at the meeting. (He didn't help his cause when, at the outset, after saying "there is so much misconception about what this mileage and expense is ..." he misstated the monthly amount of the expense and mileage payment per official as $300. It's actually $150, quickly corrected by his fellow aldermen.)
Olson framed his argument for eliminating the expense payments as a show of support for those losing their jobs working for the city due to the budget crunch; lead by example. He believes it is "added pay" and that others see it that way as well.
I was somewhat surprised to hear aldermen speak strongly - and appropriately - against eliminating those payments. In addition to the fact that it erodes their professional status, changing the alderpersons' compensation in mid-term is hardly fair; as Alderman Kristen Wilhelm noted, she did a certain calculus to make sure she could support her responsibilities as a city official, including what would come out of her family budget, without taking contributions from local developers given the $8000 yearly stipend that has been in place since 1998.
For comic relief, visit Janet Evans' Righty Blog and listen to the podcast entitled "Aldermen Skowronski, Taylor and Wilhelm oppose the Ordinance and voice their opinions." Cue it to 6:20 and enjoy the rolling gales of laughter that greet Alderman Wilhelm's straight-faced suggestion that, in a community that is the very model of sprawl, Alderman Olson is the only member of the council close enough to city hall to actually walk there. That notion apparently tickled the funny bone of everyone in the room.
Except for Olson, who scowled with the intensity of a man who was expecting ticker tape and instead got pasted with curiously - infuriatingly - well-stated opposition.
It got worse. We were reminded that three of six council members voluntarily returned their expense stipend on an individual basis some years back (they included Mayor Taylor and Don Dorson, who was unseated by Olson and the Franklin Citizens for Responsible Government cadre; the other three aldermen promised to do so as well but ultimately reneged).
Observation from the meeting: Alderman Olson can barely contain his contempt for Dorson, who is currently working to fund and build the Franklin Cultural Arts Center; it's noticable even to persons who have never before attended a common council meeting.
Taking up Olson's defense, Alderman Sohns sternly resented the suggestion that the motion represented political grandstanding. Unmoved, Mayor Taylor later went ahead and called it political grandstanding.
Olson helpfully reminded all assembled that this was not grandstanding, because, after all, "not once did you hear me mention any of the other things I've done for the city." Not once, ladies and gentlemen.
And, as if that wasn't precious enough, Olson unleashed this gem:
"I have heard from my colleagues that they were going to give $150 out of their pocket, and that they were going to do something; that, my friends, is grandstanding."
Well, no. That, my friends, is conversation. Introducing a motion in open session, noted on a public agenda - with "Ald. Olson" as sole author - and expecting a vote on it days after it slides out of your inkjet printer? That's upper deck.
In the end, the motion was struck down with only Sohns and Olson voting "Aye." Good sense prevailed.
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