Sunday, April 10, 2016


  If you were born between 1981 and 1988, inclusive, you are de facto a child of a treacherous regime, one which to some extent brainwashed you into believing things that were untrue. To an extent, all U.S. Presidents practice deception. But Ronald Reagan changed American culture in ways that to this day have been damn near impossible to put right. This situation remains relevant for two reasons. First, the President in question perverted the notion of democracy in America. Second, a lot of people in the American Nazi--I mean, the Republican Party--get their jollies by claiming sainthood for this demon. 
   Reagan is heralded as a patriarch of freedom, a monarch of a fair marketplace, a symbol for goodness and no-beef hot dogs. Most of his detractors prefer to shrug and consider him a vaguely incompetent buffoon. He was none of these things. He was pure evil and a lot of the people who were born during his reign have been conned into believing all sorts of mythology with about as much credibility as Prometheus. It is therefore time for a corrective history lesson. 
   The subterfuge began with what George H. W. Bush referred to as the October Surprise. The American Embassy in Tehran, Iran had been taken hostage in November 1979 and the Reagan team intended to ride that tragedy into global power. Spearheading the journalistic investigation into the Reaganites' efforts to delay the release of U.S. hostages was Robert Parry, who wrote:
Jamshid Hashemi, who had been a mid-level official in Iran’s new revolutionary government, had been recruited by the CIA in early 1980 to assist in resolving the hostage crisis. His younger brother Cyrus was another recruit of the CIA. But Jamshid claimed that the two of them began working behind the scenes to help Republicans make contact with key Iranians to delay the hostage release.
   Had the release of the hostages not been postponed until the day of Reagan's inauguration, Jimmy Carter would have been reelected and we would have been spared much of what followed. Yep, the Iranians were the bad guys, at least until a couple years later when Reagan wanted to use them to help get around the legal prohibition against waging war against the Sandinistas in Nicaragua. 
   Reagan fired the striking members of PATCO, the air traffic control workers union, an action that put unions on notice that evil was back in town and he was pissed. 
   Supply side economics came on the heels of this debacle. Supply side, heralded by corporatist Milton Friedman, declared that businesses should be free to pump whatever nonsense they wanted into the glorious marketplace and that demand would catch up and make everyone rich. This was absurd on its face and its ass didn't look much better. 
   And then there was Osama bin Laden. The Carter Administration had already begun helping the anti-Soviet Afghans in their fight against the USSR. But once Reagan was in power, the military industrial complex shifted to overload status, allowing Pakistan to give sophisticated weapons to certain jihadists, including a Saudi named Osama bin Laden. The rationale was to force a Vietnam-style war on the Russians, but the reality was that the Afghan rebels evolved into the Taliban and without this September 11, 2001 would have been just another day. 
   Before his term was out, Reagan  vetoed renewal of The Fairness Doctrine, a policy that required broadcasters to present opposing views on the airwaves. This veto opened the gates for all sorts of nonsense, including right wing talk radio and Fox News. So while the old style Cold War psychos were fond of claiming that seizing the means of communication was the first thing the commies would do once they took power, the head of the GOP facilitated that very thing. As a direct result, the psychological and tangible merger of news with entertainment was complete. There is no difference between CNN Headline news and TMZ.
   Twenty-one members of the Reagan Administration were convicted of crimes or plead guilty to crimes. 
   Reagan opposed ending apartheid in South Africa. 
   He nominated Sandra Day O'Connor, Antonin Scalia and Anthony Kennedy for the Supreme Court, three of the five hoodlums who would give Reagan's vice-president's son the presidential election in 2000. 
   Reagan even stole from Social Security's trust fund to pay down the deficits his out-of-control military spending made necessary. 
   So please spare all of us comparisons to Reagan, unless you recognize this as an inherently bad thing, which it is. 

Sunday, April 3, 2016


   One day I felt the grass blades between my toes as I strained to divert my attention from the girl in the halter on a bicycle while I painted the garden fence in our big backyard. The sun danced along my shirtless torso while the music on the portable AM radio drummed out the summer soundtrack. I swished the brush and lobbed white paint on the rungs, wondering if this was as good as my life would get.
  That was the summer after high school. College came next. Book, classes, chemical equations, languages, lusting, languishing, learning to take the pain with the joy--all in the best interests of my mind. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. The world may have had other thoughts on the matter.
   A liberal arts education helps in the evolution of being able to think. That is a fact. The world, as I have implied, does not always care about thinking. Sometimes the world goes for eons without expressing the slightest concern for human antics. The city--which I assume was built by humans--reflects that thing we often call civilization. One human's civilization is another human's jungle (I think The Rutles said that). Flashing headlights blind us. Industry deafens us. Pollution plugs our nostrils. Entertainment deadens our feelings (I think Robert Heinlein said that). And sometimes we grow older (I said that).
   For myself, I prefer to avoid the Luddite method of going back to digging with sticks and smashing machines, even though some days I could get more accomplished that way. I like to work, as long as I can convince myself that my work serves some purpose beyond self-gratification. I like to rub my girlfriend's hands before bedtime and rub her back before morning. I like listening to Chuck Berry and Bob Dylan and John Coltrane and Phil Ochs and Charlie Mingus. I like reading books by Harlan Ellison and Philip Roth and Hannah Arendt. I like cheese crackers and unusual pizza and super food protein shakes. 
   But I still like painting outside in the summer. As long as I can hold onto that, I will never grow as old as my choices in diversion and engagement suggest I already have. Give me a bucket of Behr and a Purty brush, along with something to splash the paint onto, and I will live into the next century. If you could throw in some grass to feel between my toes, I would consider that a bonus.