Monthly Archives: November 2008

Round Up The Bad Guys

Move ‘Em On, Head ‘Em Up, Count ‘Em Out, Ride ‘Em In…TAN HIDES!!

The G20 leaders have announced, among their accomplishments, “an understanding of the root causes of the crisis.”

Really?

If that is true, we can expect to see a festival of high-profile indictments, followed by trials involving sums of money and complexities of plot that will keep the dervishes of Media whirling and the heads of Rubber Neckers twirling…think, RATINGS…and we can expect to see prison sentences that will inspire Up & Comers onto the Straight & Narrow.

Because I’ve got news for the G20 countries, and all the countries that the G20 snubs with their clique. Absent ruinous prosecutions and incarcerations, Mankind can expect the following:

1.  reams and reams of complicated loophole-ridden regulations that will be administered by incompetent and/or unethical regulators, and

2.  a different Ponzi Scheme with different Players and different particulars at a different time.  Crime pays in America.  Society will get more of that which turns a profit.  S&L Crisis anyone?

 

THE SAME GUYS WHO CREATED THE CRISIS
TELL CONGRESS WHAT IS NEEDED TO FIX IT

 

CONGRESS IS IN WAY OVER THEIR AVERAGE HEADS
THEY LACK THE NECESSARY FINANCIAL EXPERTISE

 

HUNDRED-THOUSAND-DOLLAR CONGRESSPEOPLE
ARE NO MATCH FOR MILLION- AND BILLIONAIRES

 

REGARDLESS HOW YOU CUT THE CAKE
THE BAILOUTS REWARD BAD BEHAVIOR

 

WE BAIL OUT CRIMINALS, SLACKERS, LIARS AND NINCOMPOOPS
THEN WONDER WHY SMART MONEY IS SITTING ON THEIR CASH

 

ROUND UP THE GUYS WHO MADE MONEY ON THIS CRISIS
THE TAXPAYERS WANT A LOOK-SEE AT THEIR FINANCES

 

THE PEOPLE DEMAND TO SEE CONGRESSIONAL PORTFOLIOS
ALSO THOSE OF PAULSON, BERNANKE, BUSH AND CHENEY 


AMERICAN TAXPAYERS CRY CONFLICT OF INTEREST
DEMAND TO SEE PAULSON/BERNANKE PORTFOLIOS

 

A PAULSON PROTÉGÉ AS HEAD OF THE RESCUE EFFORT
IS LIKE A NIXON PROTÉGÉ INVESTIGATING WATERGATE

 

WHO MADE FORTUNES
TRADING CURRENCIES?

 

COMMENCE PROSECUTION AGAINST KINGPINS & BRIBE TAKERS
SUSPEND PASSPORTS OF PROFITEERS & IMPLICATED OFFICIALS

 

OFFER AMNESTY TO CORRUPT OFFICIALS AND CEO’S
WHO RESIGN BEFORE JANUARY AND RAT ON OTHERS


ENCOURAGE UNDERLINGS TO RAT ON EXECS
THE PEOPLE WANT TO FRY THE BIGGEST FISH

 

WITH BANKS AS WITH CASINOS
RIGGED FOR THE HOUSE TO WIN

 

THE NEXT GENERATION OF SLICK INSINCERE EXECUTIVES
IS PAYING ATTENTION TO WHO GETS AWAY WITH WHAT

 

WHAT A TANGLED WEB THEY WEAVE
WHEN WE PERMIT THEM TO DECEIVE

 

HONESTY REALLY IS THE BEST POLICY
PRISON TIME IS THE NEXT BEST THING

 

IF YOU HAVE HALF A BRAIN AND A THIRD OF A HEART
YOU KNOW THAT BAD GUYS ARE RULING THE ROOST


THE PEOPLE WHO DIDN’T FORESEE THE CRISIS
HAVE ARRANGED TO OVERSEE ONE ANOTHER

 

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH OR
ENOUGH ISN’T ENOUGH

 

DO NOT GO EASY INTO THAT LONG NIGHT
RAGE AGAINST THE BUYING OF THE FIGHT

 

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A King’s Ransom For A Parking Space

And STILL I am not up to Unemployment.  I don’t mean I’m not up to it emotionally…although I AM unemployed and I am NOT up to it emotionally.  I mean that I am not that far along my To Do List of essays, er, posts.  Not since the age of cognizance has a day ever seemed long enough for me. I NEVER feel as though I am caught up with Life.  

I have even wondered whether, if a person really DID scratch everything off The List, would they just drop dead?  They are, after all, done.  The theory is too convenient to be true, of course, for it would reward procrastination with long life.  On the other hand, Americans are about NOTHING if not convenience.

I want it, and I want it NOW.

The concept of Convenience segues handily to Parking.  More like, the concept of Inconvenience segues clumsily to Insufficient Parking.  And speaking of clumsy, I feel confident that compared to the many many other Official Changes that have been made to our Rules of the Game, officially changing the spelling of ‘segue’ to ‘segway’ will not exacerbate but rather alleviate confusion.

“The automobile industry is the backbone of American manufacturing.”  So spouts President-elect Barack Obama, in the manner of a man whose thinking is not the least bit Changed.

The automobile industry wrongly remains the backbone of American manufacturing because America and apparently Barack Obama cling to the yesteryear notion that hundreds of millions of people should all be buzzing around, insulated in their own private motorized coaches.  Me, I think we oughtta get on board a whole new transportation paradigm.

It’ll take awhile, though…we DO love our cars.  Certainly it pisses me off when someone swings his car door open carelessly enough to leave a telltale nick or even a dent to my car.  I don’t often give people the benefit of the doubt anymore…thank you, U.S. Government…but I expect that most of those bits of property damage are the result of there being inadequate room between cars for an average or…how shall I put it?… an Oversized person to get out of their car WITHOUT at least resting their car door against the adjacent car. Then, the simple weight exchange, as the body shifts from pressing upon the car to pressing upon the pavement, the door so resting against the adjacent car will rise, upward against the adjacent metal.

Imagine never bumping, jostling, elbowing or otherwise aggravating an adjacent passenger when flying Coach.  Good luck, am I right?  Crammed in like sardines, we are.  Same deal with parking spaces.

Check out the innovative parking structure built in Santa Monica, California.

http://www.surfsantamonica.com/ssm_site/the_lookout/news/News-2007/March-2007/03_28_07_Sustainable_Parking_Structure.htm

 

Fast Forward Parking

Green-Plus Parking

 

“…The six-story, 882-space structure at the Civic Center features photovoltaic roof panels, a storm drain water treatment system, recycled construction materials and energy efficient mechanical systems….

…The structure’s photovoltaic panels — which cost $1.5 million — will pay for themselves in 17 years by generating $90,000 a year in electricity,” said Craig Perkins, director of Environmental and Public Works Management for the City…”

 

 

PARTICULARLY if we will cling to the yesteryear notion of everyone careening around in separate moving vehicles, we will either provide a place to park the millions and millions of cars or we will continue with our outdated paradigm on the outrageous premise that a larger percent of the drivers than are inclined to stay in motion at any given time must, nevertheless, keep on truckin’.

Like Hank the Bank making even banks that didn’t need or want bailout funds TAKE bailout funds, so we wouldn’t know which banks DID/DO need bailout funds.  Let us begin with the goofiness of sterilizing the needles used in lethal injections and go forward, bravely identifying the anomalies.  Some of our stuff is so effing ridiculous that we prefer to keep funding it rather than admit what idiots we are.

There is an expression on the Recovery Circuit, “You can’t save your face and your ass at the same time.”

Remember the controversial eminent domain case that came down effectively legitimizing exercise of eminent domain in cases where development, though private, was deemed to better serve the nebulous Greater Good than continued private ownership of record?

Kelo v. City of New London, July 2005…phew, just in time to capitalize on prime New Orleans real estate after Katrina displaced French Quarter residents the following month.

How ’bout let’s put that into play for parking structures?  I live in the Miracle Mile District of Wilshire Boulevard, in the up-close-and-personal traffic radius of Farmer’s Market/The Grove/CBS Studios. If memory serves, there are more than 14,000 residents in Park La Brea alone.

Why on God’s asphalt earth would a city as congested as Los Angeles sacrifice an entire lane, all day long, to STOPPED cars?  Because there’s no other place to stop the cars, without pulling onto lawns.  The apartment districts don’t even have those.  Consider the lost productivity, consider the wasted fuel, consider the deteriorating moods as distracted drivers circle round and round in search of a place to rest their weary chassis.

A parking structure per whatever capita or area of garage-less residents, a parking structure per whatever capita or area of garage-less workers, no on-street parking…except for BRIEFLY in periodic loading-unloading-only bays that contain a handicapped space and a bustling curbside pick-up from the corresponding stretch of merchants.  Each will need a runner…there ya go, a brand new job classification.  

A parking structure is liable to require the displacement of more than one contiguous home or business.

Put it to each area.  Are there any among you who welcome the idea of selling your property at fair market value-plus-whatever-for-relocation?  Retire maybe, or start over somewhere else?  You gotta figure that areas that need more parking have demonstrated, for longtime residents, material increases in cost of living alongside material decreases in quality of life.  It is not inconceivable that there would be a surplus of owners who’d like to bail.

Parking SEGWAYS neatly to Unemployment…Unemployment being a condition, Labor being the entity.

I don’t do politically correct.  I do not know the difference between Hispanic and Latino, and I do not care. But I DO care about this: Statistics on the prevalence of Hispanics in accidents involving uninsured motorists hardly support a presumption that Latinos in general are better drivers than Gringos.  So how is it that Hispanic-slash-Latinos not only man the majority of parking structure kiosks but also dominate the lucrative Valet Parking racket?

Come On In, The Bullshit Is Warm!

I have always been one to enter a cold pool slowly.  Though the pain is clearly prolonged by the method, left to myself, I will enter a cold pool agonizing inch by agonizing inch.  I am often not left to myself, however.  Very often, someone else thinks that splashing me is a good enough idea to go ahead and do it, a proclivity that I find astonishing.

This isn’t much of an introduction to McPolitics, and I apologize for that.

In my defense, the bullshit comes so quick and thick that spending much time…read that, expending a principal asset…on craft of composition and aesthetics of publication is an investment of debatable value. Spending hours pawing through research, then hours carefully constructing readable sentences, then time proofreading and editing…re-thinking and re-writing…is to drop right out of the loop.  A day or two spent in contemplation?  Outta the question.

By every measure, this is a JUMP situation.  It shouldn’t be too difficult to persuade myself that The Situation, title credit to CNN, is better characterized by a burning building than an icy pool.

President-elect Barack Obama, a.k.a. PEBO, resigned his seat in the Senate.  Finally.

I believe that a person should have to resign from one public office in order to run for another.  What other person in what other field could run around in full-time petition of a better position whilst being paid by their current employer?  It is preposterous on its face.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained…that is the wisdom of the ages, yes?  It’s called Risk Taking, and I would draw attention to how we underwrite unwillingness to pay the price of a bad bet in politics the same way we underwrite unwillingness to pay the price of a bad bet in business.  Gamble big, win big.  

In theory.  But because we are a Democratic society willing to incur the considerable cost of maintaining the illusion that we give a shit about people and that life can be rendered risk-free with enough of Other People’s Money, if your big gamble results in sufficiently big losses, we will extend to you a hand out AND a hand up via gargantuan bailouts funded by Ordinary Taxpayers.  GO FOR IT, we’ve got your back. 

Mike Flannery has been covering Chicago politics since 1973.  He was answering questions on C-SPAN about Obama’s resignation from and his replacement to the Senate.  The kingpin in Barack Obama’s replacement in the United States Senate is Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich who is hounded by, say it ain’t so, corruption charges.  According to Mike Flannery, Governor Blagojevich has a paltry 13% approval rating among all voters, but a FORTY percent approval rating among black voters.  What’s THAT all about, Changelings?  The previous Illinois Governor, George Ryan, is already in prison following conviction on EIGHTEEN corruption charges.       

Hey…why not, right?  Change doesn’t mean change EVERYTHING.  I once saw a birthday card the front of which depicted a monk at transcription and the text of which said something like ‘CelebRate!  The word was CELEBRATE!  Someone dropped the R!!’  Maybe there was a misunderstanding at the beginning? Charge, Change…it’s a simple mistake, anyone could make it.

Ted Bridge-To-Nowhere Stevens, CONVICTED on corruption charges, had the audacity to run for re-election and the citizens of the great state of Alaska, incredibly, rewarded his risk.  Pervy Larry Craig returned to the Senate by the citizens of the great state of Idaho.  William Money-In-The-Freezer Jefferson continues to be sent to Congress by the citizens of the great state of Louisiana.  Smarmy Tom DeLay returned to Congress how many times by citizens of the great state of Texas?

Great States, it would appear, constitute a conflict of interest with United States.

You know what I think?  I think that Barack Obama has raised and spent enough money for and on himself that he could set an honorable precedent by reimbursing the American Taxpayers his Senate compensation package for these past two years wherein he has CLEARLY not been working as a Senator.

Certain of television appearances seem to corroborate what I read somewhere and heard somewhere else, that Barack Obama is kicking it with more-than-usual Secret Service, and that he has been doing so since earlier-than-usual.  I think he oughtta be picking up the tab for that out of his colossal campaign stash, too.  It is my understanding that there are quite a few millions of dollars between what he raised and what he spent during Campaign-O-Rama. 

Cost effectiveness isn’t sexy and glamorous and exiting, the way launching a new product is.  But cost effectiveness speaks to short-term stability and long-term growth.  Cost effective leadership will want, I think, to excite less passion in the Minority and more respect from the Majority.

Size Is A Big Deal

I called a RELATIVE to solicit input…how pathetic is THAT? Like a gangly 13-year-old asking his MOM whether he looks alright.

“Excellent ideas…try to stay focused.”

Excellent idea…there’s the rub.

If anyone IS following along (for one thing, I ought to mention that I mean eventually to hit you up for money…think publicly funded internet to complement publicly funded radio), between Planes, Trains & Automobiles, I am writing my way toward an argument in favor of larger numbers of smaller competitors, also a profound reallocation of American Labor.

Do NOT mistake that for drooling over the quote-unquote Small Business Owner that the Republican party tromps out for special legislative consideration just as predictably as the Democratic party tromps out the Needy and Underprivileged. I contend that, all the clucking of concern notwithstanding, both classes are purposefully maintained near the unnerving precipice of insolvency.

Scrimping by from paycheck to paycheck is bondage. We have among us those who would subject the broad masses to exactly that, for the whole of bleak and thankless lives, while they themselves live like Saudi Princes. It ain’t right, and I think we should do somethin’ about it.

Previously, I posited that we are experiencing not so much a Credit Crisis as a Confidence Crisis. I was horrified to learn how many American companies don’t have their next payroll banked. Horrified. Does not a few months sound like reasonable prudence? What if there is another Katrina, what if there is another Northridge earthquake, what if there is another 9/11, what if there are two Incidents at once?

What kind of security do even the Employed have if, God forbid anything unusual happens, their bosses might not be able to cover their very next paychecks? Imagine the pandemonium if multiple companies suddenly couldn’t make payroll.  Gambling with a man’s wages has got to be a benchmark for recklessness.

WE CAN’T LET THEM FA-A-AIL is the cry-baby wail. To quote Cher in Moonstruck, SNAP OUT OF IT. To quote another Super Star, YES WE CAN.

I suspect that a lot of the protectionist crapola comes from the shoulder strap/air bag/helmet crowd. Tuckers. Once the training wheels come off, there is a point at which you either take your hand off the bicycle seat, and allow the spills from which skills are born, or you buffer/coddle/protect/insulate/orchestrate/manipulate the “rider” forever.

I hasten to add that I am ALL for generalized advancement in Health, Education, Safety, Welfare and Security. Without those things, what exactly does Civilization have? Cars? I do NOT take displacement of Labor lightly. I do not address Unemployment last because it is least important. On the contrary. Without people, what does any of it mean?

But my preference for failure of untenable enterprises, my opposition to mega mergers and my advocacy of redistribution of Labor are all steeped in the concept of Optimal Size.

I have been at this not-making-money and not-saving-the-world thing for so long, I can dust off “old” pieces rather than reinvent the wheel. I’m not sure whether to be grateful, or weep.

 
SIZE MATTERS
3 August 2008

I can’t remember what was the right number of times to read The Right Number of Elephants to my son when he was little, but it was a big number. Counting down, the Right Number of Elephants was X if you were doing Y, and Z if you were doing something else…two, for example, was the right number of elephants if you needed tireless jump rope twirlers…until, finally, one was the right number if you needed a friend. Sweet.

In Alcoholics Anonymous literature and throughout the recovery circuit, there features the concept of being right sized…a worker among workers, a family member among family members…rather than requiring disproportionate care or commandeering disproportionate attention.

American Politicos, and consequently a parade of legislation heralding a festival of advantages, continually address Small Businesses. Constantly, we are chided to think of Children, Families, and Small Businesses.

Why is that?

Why would a single, childless person climbing the corporate ladder want to think of children, families and small businesses? Why SHOULD a single, childless person who is securely ensconced in a long career with a big company be obliged to specially consider children, families and small businesses?

Children are defenseless, you say? That is why children have parents to look out for them. And THAT is why it is not only ridiculous but dangerous to pressure people to have kids they don’t want and won’t cherish. People don’t take care of things they don’t want, including things that are not things.

Families are sacred, you say? Some are, some aren’t. Same deal with single people. If government will safeguard only families, shall single people team up on paper, to reap the many benefits that fall to Marrieds, while simply going on about their lives as Singles?

But then what of gender lopsidedness? I heard it reported on radio that there are now 53 MILLION single women in America who, if history bears out, rather exceed the number of single men. If government will safeguard only families, do we mean to legalize polygamy, or do we mean to export single women to China or do we mean to add single men to our Chinese imports?

Small business is the stuff of the American Dream, you say? As American as baseball and apple pie? There is a time for every season under Heaven, including baseball season…and man does not live by apple pie alone.

Heretical as it may seem, I submit that the days of the quintessential Mom & Pop small business are largely over. However efficient a particularly well-run small business is, it is inefficient given the scope of the market. The “normal” course of commerce will routinely oblige a small business to charge higher prices, and will just as routinely prevent a small business from carrying wide selection or deep inventory. A small business has no economies of scale.

But gigantic retailers and service providers, as surely as Big Government, are bedeviled by bureaucratic bullshit. When an enterprise gets big enough, without fail, the left hand will cease to know what the right hand is doing…at a certain size, the left hand can’t even GLIMPSE the right hand in order to GUESS what it’s doing. Whereas a small operation has no economies of scale, behemoths have diminishing marginal returns. Further, and worse, at a certain size…notably the monopoly/oligopoly size…there is an absence of competition that simultaneously exacerbates inefficiency and eliminates moderation of price.

Just as soundest governance plays to the middle rather than the fringes, I submit that soundest business practice is found neither in small businesses nor in gigantic corporations but, rather, in mid-sized companies. TODAY. One night’s dream is another morning’s oversleeping.

Today, I sense that the lip service paid to the Small Businessman is to keep alive the fantasy that Ordinary Americans can bust into the glamorous high-flying Elite, when “conditions on the ground” say that the overwhelming majority of us will toil thanklessly, longer than ever, then die in relative poverty and total obscurity.

There was an expression that I suspect has become Politically Incorrect…too many chiefs and not enough Indians. Very well…too many chefs and not enough diners, too many owners and not enough customers, too many people being their own boss and not enough taxpayers to give them the relief they need to continue being their own boss.

Speaking of the agility, adaptability, flexibility, efficiency and price competitiveness of mid-sized companies, look to the oil, automotive and telecommunication industries for assurance that the proposed airline merger will well line the pockets of the few while it ill serves the needs of the many.

Fiddlers Three

Big Hank Paulson has found us quarrelsome
Unaccustomed to countermand He
He called on Bernanke, He called on Kashkari
But these are no Musketeers Three.

Mea Culpa, they plead, we could not foresee
Calamity on the horizon
But we can redeem what we could not glean
For eight or nine hundred billion.

Penny Ante Poetry

Perhaps with rhyme instead of prose
I’ll cast their eyes beneath their nose
No allegory or metaphor
To their lightning senses bore
Whimsical grammar and punctuation
Short and saccharine stirs the nation
Childlike rhyme and simple riddle
May coax attention to the middle.

A tense and mismatched citizenry
Twisted toward mediocrity
Petting peeves, protecting foes
Absent Reason, increasing woes
Still listen they to those in power
Upon the unknown insult shower
Despising self, the moreso others
Witness here no band of brothers
High-speed lives, wired passengers
Bearing arms, shooting messengers.

Summer verse with cheerful lilt
Might fickle Public favor tilt
So long as each remains unscathed
His own affairs beyond tirade
The stiff of neck and hard of heart
Are much affronted by their part
In order to their fondness win
Observe not sinners, only sin
Cite effect but blame no cause
The while giving people pause
To contemplate a nobler way
Lest folly with our lives we pay.

Pay No Attention

Pay No Attention


Pay No Attention To That Man

Pay No Attention To That Man


Pay No Attention To That Man Behind The Curtain

Pay No Attention To That Man Behind The Curtain

Life In The Far Right Lane

You know those commercials that run night and day, encouraging Diabetics to make one easy phone call to receive a scooter that the supplier will bill to Medicare?  Well for one thing, I think we need to talk about how/why Diabetes became the Disease of Free Stuff.  For another, I hope those fake philanthropists are also sending their free-to-you-we’ll-bill-the-government contraptions to vets who are returning from Iraq and Afghanistan without legs.  But those are issues for another post.

I’m still on cars.

The United States has such a gaggle of government bodies…between states, cities and whatever the hell the District of Columbia is…that it is easier on my fingertips and your eyes to refer to it en masse as The Government.  Leviathian Government, actually, but LG is already taken as a monogram.         

Picture this, then tell me all the reasons why not.

The Government buys up all of GM’s tired passenger car inventory to replace and standardize Government Fleets.  If GM doesn’t have enough passenger cars to equip our standing army of Protected Government Employees, The Government can also scour the Ford and Chrysler inventories.

Once those inventories of already-outdated models are pressed into public service, THEN give the stubborn and visionless automakers money to re-tool for alternative energy vehicles.  AEV’s rock and roll.  SUV’s duck and cover.

Speaking of re-tooling and oversized/outdated vehicles, does each automaker really need to make vans, SUV’s and trucks?  Or, since there are three automakers and three uneconomical/unenvironmental classes, might each automaker specialize in one behemoth?  And how ’bout a surcharge at time of purchase, to offset their disproportionate wear and tear on our roads? There’s no such thing as a free pothole.

Anyway, let’s pretend that GM is now car-less, with only its Big Wheels to unload…which it can readily do if the price is right.  I can already hear the marketing wheels turning: Oversized Event! Big vehicles at small prices!  And just like that, GM is vehicle-less.

You know those Smart Cars?  And you know how we like to talk about American Exceptionalism? America needs, and GM can make, a smarter car.  Note that Genius and Gifted both start with G…but, I agree, Gifted Car doesn’t resonate and Genius Motors would be something of a lie.

Copying someone else’s good idea and slapping a new name on it is quintessential American commerce, is it not?  Style-wise, picture a blend of the Smart Car and the Mini Cooper…voila, the hybrid Go Motors.

You know those luggage cart concessions at airports?  Put your money or your credit card in, slide the cart out of bondage and off you go?

Now picture that with Go Motors, not just at airports and train stations but also around town.  Cash won’t get you in the door, of course, that would be an invitation to rent a get-away car, but your authorized credit card will. Rent-A-Ride.  Lots and lots of people only need cars from time to time.  

The I.D. numbers of the little whizzers would be prominent on their roofs, along with tracking devices inside.  You don’t want anyone to know where you go, don’t rent ‘em.  EZPZ.  I don’t presume to know the formula but it seems fairly straightforward that the mileage was at A when you gained access with your credit card and at B when you logged out/returned the car.  It costs X/day to rent the cutie, plus Y/mile.  Maybe it’s W for a half day and Z for a full day, I don’t know, but I DO know that it’s simple number crunching to come up with the optimum price.  

Think not sizable profit on millions of rentals, but modest profit on multi-millions of rentals.  Feed the classes, dine with the masses.  Feed the masses, dine with the classes.

The insurance angle is its own Devilish Detail, as ever, but that is true for each vehicle and each vehicle owner. There is obviously a formula.  On the one hand, major damage shall have to be attributable to the renter. On the other hand, we will have to be less finicky about minor scratches and dents.

Once upon a long ago and far away time, a driver had been hired to take me around to see the sights of Paris. Remember the Talent Agent Slash Hustler Max in The Sound of Music? “I like the way rich people live. I like the way I live when I’m with them.”  What a very nice man that driver was, and what a bleedin’ menace on the road.

It seemed to me.  But then I realized he was no worse than any of the other menaces on the road. Driving in Paris was as different from driving in Los Angeles as bowling is from bowling with bumpers in the gutters.

“How many accidents have you been in?”  I couldn’t not ask…I was white knuckling it.

“Never.”

“Really?”  I literally could not contain my skepticism.  ”I must say, I am astonished…it seems like you might be in one weekly, if not daily.”

I have never forgotten what the free-wheeling Frenchie said then.

“Oh METAL, many times…but never a person.”

If metal was damaged but no person was injured, it didn’t signify.

In the United States of America, a person of 18 brief years can volunteer to die for our country.  That same soldier cannot rent a car.  Eighteen to vote.  Eighteen to die for your country.  Twenty-one to drink legally. Twenty-five to rent a car.  Nuthin’ for nuthin’ but we have got our priorities all KINDS of screwed up.

We value cars more than people…damning evidence abounds.

Anyway, Go Motors for no-muss, no-fuss rentals but also for purchase.  Plain, economical run-arounds could become GM’s bread and butter.

Then, trust me on this, ALLOW GOLF CARTS ON CITY STREETS.  Look to Peachtree City, Georgia for the rules and regulations, they’ve got it down.  Back and forth to schools, back and forth to extracurricular activities, back and forth to medical appointments, back and forth to churches, back and forth to meetings, back and forth to stores, back and forth to pick up the one thing you went to the market for but forgot, these are errands and obligations that require transportation but really do NOT require heavy metal.

Overkill is overkill, with gadgetry as with weaponry.

I heard that one in 450 households faces foreclosure…and Mustang, Camaro and Challenger are all coming out with souped-up-but-toned-down Muscle Cars.  Toys for Boys, eh?  Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.  The boys.  

The toys, I dunno, I think maybe we CAN live without them for a spell…say, just while we’re at war and the economy teeters on collapse, and while we figger out what the hell we mean by Change.

 

 

Beverly Blvd., Los Angeles

Beverly Blvd., Los Angeles


Westwood Blvd., Los Angeles

Westwood Blvd., Los Angeles


Wilshire Blvd., Los Angeles

Wilshire Blvd., Los Angeles


Wilshire & Santa Monica, Los Angeles

Wilshire & Santa Monica, Los Angeles

Drive Baby Drive

Conundrums over coffee, why not?  If the news is gonna be bad all day, might as well get the first bit down with some of the caffeine/upper that will course through my veins right up until I close my eyes again.  I’m gonna be having a word with someone about that pretty quick here, including I’m gonna recommend to my countrymen that we boycott Speed Giant Starbucks…also McDonalds, the Fast Fat Giant…but that is another subject and another post.

Y’know what, though?  Boycotting Starbucks and McDonalds is NOT altogether a separate subject from Detroit, but I am fresh off two brutal years on message boards, at one of which…The Board That Shall Not Be Named…connecting dots fell inexplicably between unwelcome and verbotin, liable to produce accusations of derailing, shilling, trolling and general imbecility. As well, there is economy of words to think about, and frequency of publication…read that, Productivity.

I am advised to pick up the pace, which puts me in mind of a quote that I heard sometime over this election cycle, “Perfection is the enemy of Good.”

 I want to say that it was Dwight “Ike” Eisenhower’s granddaughter who said it, attributing it her grandfather and our 34th president.  I Like Ike, was the slogan of the time.  I Like Ike, I am told, was the bona fide sentiment of the time. Anytime is the right time to slip in an excerpt from President Eisenhower’s farewell address, one excerpt better than the next.  Who could disagree except Warmongers, Profiteers, Heartless Bastards, Conscienceless Uber Rich, Entrenched Paper Pushers and Self-Serving Politicians?

 

President Dwight D. Eisenhower

President Dwight D. Eisenhower

 

 

Farewell Address

 

… Another factor in maintaining balance involves the element of time. As we peer into society’s future, we — you and I, and our government — must avoid the impulse to live only for today, plundering for our own ease and convenience the precious resources of tomorrow. We cannot mortgage the material assets of our grandchildren without risking the loss also of their political and spiritual heritage. We want democracy to survive for all generations to come, not to become the insolvent phantom of tomorrow …

 

 

 

If the automobile industry is the backbone of American manufacturing and the housing industry is the backbone of American financial markets, but we will not meaningfully change the American Driving Paradigm and we will not meaningfully change the American Housing Paradigm…except to infuse them with Government Grab cash…then let us call a spade a spade and know that we aren’t changing diddly squat.

Not changing diddly squat = Business As Usual.

Business As Usual = how we got into this mess.

One driver/one vehicle (finances cooperating, also an insured recreational vehicle waiting to leap into off-hour action) is NOT a sustainable paradigm.

Unsustainable paradigms are, in a word, unsustainable.  

If your hands are steady and your eye is keen, you can probably hold a pencil with its point to a tabletop and balance a plate on its eraser.  But you will never be able to let go of the balancing act.  The pencil will never support the plate without you supporting the pencil.  Plate balancing on pencil tops is not, without continuous intervention, a sustainable paradigm. 

On logistics and environment alone, everyone motoring around in a private coach is not a sustainable paradigm.  Then there is that pesky energy issue.  Do we or do we not mean to break free of our dependence on foreign oil?  Truly, truly…I know from whence I speak…America is behaving right now like an alcoholic Last Gasper, ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING FOR ANOTHER DRINK.

Presupposing bus lines with fares paid in tokens, an opinion and a bus token will get you a bus ride, am I right?  Not to say that mine are necessarily correct but they ARE considered opinions and they ARE different.  Barack Obama was big on defining insanity as doing the same thing expecting different results.  I don’t know where HE picked it up, but I first heard that line on the Recovery Circuit.  No doubt about it, doing the same thing over and over expecting different results IS a brand of Nuts.

When I say that my opinions are considered, I have submerged myself in the euphemistically entitled National Dialogue for more than two years now.  At the cost of savings, at the cost of peace of mind, at the surprising cost of even a couple of friendships, this has been my LIFE.  To the voices of Experience who are liable to claim that two years is nothing, I will contend that:

A.)  American politics is a high-stakes soap opera, with an implausible cast of one-dimensional characters acting and re-enacting thin repetitive story lines that can be followed, then abandoned, then picked up again as boredom or illness dictate.

B.)  A child can see that the people with Experience HAVE BEEN DOING IT WRONG.

C.)  Don’t let my being broke fool you…I am not without background and education that speak particularly to Making Money.

All-Hood-No-Robin Henry Paulson announced that, shock of shockers, buying crappy assets will NOT solve our problems and that outright cash infusions will better do the trick.  They would do the trick for me, I know that.  I’ll be gettin’ back to Henry Paulson, HE can bank on THAT.

In the meantime, other than to meet Special Needs (including commerce) and to satisfy the Luxury Class (see attendant taxation), I really really think that we ought not to be rolling even one car off the line that isn’t at least a hybrid.

As to Hank the Bank’s fresh affinity for outright cash infusions, how ’bout this for the proverbial Troubled Auto Industry?  

Federal, state and municipal governments buy fleets of cars for use by some of our many many many many many many many government employees, yes?  Let us conduct wholesale Fleet Modification through bulk purchase (at discounted rates) of General Motors cars…think Government Mobility.  Snap up their inventory, move on to Chrysler and Ford inventories before kicking GM into production of more old-school vehicles.  

I will argue that Government Transportation, while not durable, DOES effectively constitute a portion of our Infrastructure.  We will know that we have updated and standardized that bit of Infrastructure at X point in time at Y cost.  A fresh start, as it were, with old stuff.  It will ensure Z probable years without recurrence of that expense and, at the same time, reveal who/what has…how shall I put it…an irregular replacement rate.

All those people who “need” new cars but can’t get financing?  Even when the Fall of Rome is regularly cited as a historical perspective on our Dire Straights, we are too good to drive Second Hand?  Seller financed G-Cars…get ‘em while they’re cheap, and drive baby drive.  

Sell off our current government fleets at lively public auctions.  Inexpensive but animated Community Gatherings, are these not good for morale in Trying Times?  Renaissance Faire meets Rosie the Riveter. Come to think of it, I am acquainted with a man in Washington who could be relied upon to well orchestrate such an Event.  Not a Politician but a Used Car Guy…that oughtta inspire confidence.

B-b-but what about Unemployment?

Unemployment is a different thousand words.

Break Up To Make Up

If memory serves, the song goes like this:

Break up to make up, that’s all we do
First you love me, then you hate me
It’s a ga-a-a-me for fo-o-o-o-ls.

Now we’re all supposed to kiss and make up, right, so they can focus on the pressing issue of re-election? Not so fast, sayeth I.

Push-me-pull-me politics is a game for fools, but also for pirates.  It is neither trickle-down nor trickle-up economics, but swirl-around economics…colossal sums of money spinning fiercely and counterproductively like a tornado, with Politicos snug in the eye of the storm while carnage is wrought willy nilly.

I spent yesterday pondering life in America.  Being fundamentally self-centered…which I contend is not only normal but healthy, and the backbone of a free market…I especially pondered MY life in America.  I am obliged to admit that it isn’t playing out in a manner that I recognize, nor in a fashion that suits me. Then I am obliged to recall the age-old command that America is a ‘love it or leave it’ proposition.  Can we at least talk about that?

Where can the people who don’t have digs in Dubai go?  Who will welcome, rather than control and fine and marginalize and punish and tax us? We have dispensed enough financial foreign aid over the years that perhaps we can also dispense some logistical aid to those, like me, who do not fit into Changed America and who do not fancy towing the line as a critic and a wallet.  

It might work to America’s advantage to have enclaves of expatriates scattered around the globe.  It might incline America to browbeat and invade fewer countries, for starters.  If America DOES invade, the presence of English Speakers could only facilitate American Imperialism and Coercive Commerce.

I am as on board with soaring rhetoric as the next magic carpet rider…I am a big fan of words…but the implication of yesterday’s quote-unquote mandate of 50-odd percent is that Mob Rule rules. Mob rule holds that a Majority can simply decide that it is not stealing, rather, that it is lawful to seize one earner’s money and redistribute it to another…add that to an open-ended Bailout that rewards chicanery and stupidity…and we still can’t figure out why Big Money is skittish about investing in America.

It’s not exactly a head-scratcher.

My Country ‘Tis of Malarkey

Because it would be completely counterproductive to alienate roughly 50% of the People the day before the election, I will restrict my comments on its eve to the process itself.

See how we are in the direst social upheaval since the Viet Nam war and the Civil Rights movement, see how we are in the direst economic upheaval since the the Great Depression, and then know that the Politicos and Press who claim to advocate our best interests have purposefully and relentlessly incited the People unto acrimonious division.  It is unspeakable.

There was a wonderful play called “I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change.”  As the title implies, it highlighted the ridiculousness of our inclination to profess undying love for people “exactly as they are,” only to commence a sustained effort to change this, that, and the other thing about them. 

America’s cash-rich, ethics-poor politics are the opposite.

Months and months of people’s lives…in this case years…and millions and millions of dollars are squandered to persuade us that we are diametrically opposed on issues, to frighten us that the other “side” is so wrong as to be dangerous.  First the Democratic Demolition Derby, then the Two-Party Tango.  Limbo Low, they lead us and we dutifully follow, not just splitting hairs but splitting split ends.

“You despise each other’s views…fight, fight, fight to get me elected…okay now, everyone kiss and make up.”

It is a Hatfield and McCoy feud, but with the rank and file assuming battle stations while the Shit Disturbers shake hands and hobnob together.  Like lawyers.

I would say that they should be ashamed, but why?  It is obvious that Politicos who reject a $700 billion dollar Bailout, then pass an $850 billion dollar version with more earmarks, don’t know any more about shame than they do about economics.

United States of America?  Good one.

More like, land of the fee and home of the knave.

Spring Cleaning in November wouldn’t be the oddest thing we ever did.  This much I do know about Cleaning House…you hire someone to do it, you do it yourself, or it doesn’t get done.