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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Just my prognostication

I've not before today been so very excited to make a friend with someone I have never met.  Today, I saw an opportunity to send Dahlia Lithwick a compliment for her outstanding work in tracking the United States Supreme Court (referred to in the news and blog business as SCOTUS).  While it may have seemed heavily frosted, I only expressed how I really felt and she added me as a friend.

I am honored and thrilled.  She's the business, the dope, the real deal.

Monday night, I had also the great pleasure of having dinner with Lance at Johnny Carrabba's non-mainstream restaurant.  We talked, as usual, about a great many things, and he asked me my thoughts about SCOTUS and their recent decision regarding the free speech of corporations to intercede in politics and elections.

In case you have been hiding in your living room with your color TV and your radial tires, hoping to be left alone, the Five Supremes (the fascisti plus Kennedy) decided that corporations had unlimited free speech rights, and could not be limited in that speech to how much money they spent to promote their own goals and ideas.  Now, the only focus has been on the unlimited speech of corporations; their ruling also applies to individuals.

So, if you're an individual with unlimited funds, and you wish to produce a movie, a symphony, a television series to promote your political ideology, knock yourself out.

However, even Bill Gates pales in personal resource as compared to the likes of the multinational corporations that already hold sway over our governmental processes. 

Bill Gates entire fortune approximates the quarterly profits of ExxonMobil, for instance.

Lance asked me what I thought the outcome of this decision would be.

As does my new FB friend Dahlia, I try to take a longer view toward things -

I think that indeed, there will be a Niagra Falls torrent of money into "soft" campaign manipulation - corporations can now create their own political ads, their own films, television programs, books, print ads, billboards, magazines, door hangars, push cards, polls, sky writers...

However, I think that the normal and unintended consequence of such decisions will far more quickly come to light here.

The "rights" offered by SCOTUS to political speech are not restricted to "citizen" corporations of these United States.  That, plus the tendency of any organization or individual to hang itself when given enough rope will put a final stop to this entire Randian intrusion into our public affairs.

Hypothesis:  Large, foreign corporation desires to take over "domestic" corporation.  They create ads, movies, films, video, television imploring government action in FAVOR of their desire.  Their "target" has not the resources to fight them off.

Per SCOTUS, that's just fine.

Hypothesis:  Well established Congresscritter behaves in traditional manner, and publicly, legislatively supports "domestic" corporation against aggression, or supports any position antagonistic to large corporation.  Large corporation create ads, movies, films, video, television directly in opposition to well established Congresscritter.

If something were worth, say, a couple of billion dollars in increased profits to any one corporation, why would they not open the financial floodgates?

The entire "race for the presidency" in 2008 consumed just over $1B (Billion.  A thousand million in US counting.)  If, say, the remaining "sisters" (no one remembers the Seven Sisters.  Life used to be so poetic) got together to promote fossil fuels, they could dredge up over a billion dollars with (four?  three?) phone calls.

How could well established politicians even begin to cope with a billion dollars of antiphony?

I'll tell you how -

Hypothesis:  Congresscritters will have to abandon even the fiction that they are now representing "the People", as "the People" cannot financially compete with the newly right-ed corporate world.

Congresscritters will be whipsawed back and forth between whichever checkbook is screaming the loudest.

You know what's going to be fun about that? 

The Congresscritters will HATE it.  They'll hate every second of it.  They can no longer maintain their fiction that they're elected to serve the people (this ad hominem does not include Alan Grayson of Orlando, bless the man) they can no longer ensure their own succession to their elected office, and even if they do the bidding of what seems to be the loudest checkbook, there will be no continuity in their ability to bet on the right horse.

The media and publication world will be awash in "creative" product that shills for more corporate profit.

Yes, we have that now.  Product placement has given away to vaguely disguised creative product that exists solely to promote.  Cynic though I may be, has it occurred to anyone that  "Ugly Betty" is canceled shortly after all of the big designers and design houses have been featured thereon?

If you were a Veep in charge of increase profits (and your bonus) and you realized you could get your clothing successfully hawked at every Wal-Mart in the world by having glamorous models flounce around wearing them while being glamorized by the star designer him/herself, the whole while the advertising impact is subtly poured into the consumer's blood stream by a hinky, loveable heroine and amusing dialogue, wouldn't you haul out the checkbook?

It's actually CHEAPER to underwrite a season of a show like Ugly Betty than it is to throw down advertising in magazines, newspapers, internet banners, internet websites, social networking sites, radio, cable, television ...

"Hey, let's just underwrite or create a hit show!"

And the people won't realize that they're drinking the Kool-Aid.

All of it, all of it legitimized by the tortured "logic" of Justice Kennedy's law clerks.  My new friend Dahlia has analyzed this, in a series of articles you can find starting with this one.

Did anyone notice that (so far as I could see) the ENTIRE house, EVERY Congresscritter stood and applauded the President's remarks castigating SCOTUS for this decision?

Why would they do that?  Is it that they realize that the end to their gravy ladling is neigh?

If, to assure their own elected continuity, they have to create a Constitional amendment to reign in this insanity, so aptly predicted by Paddy Cheyefsky, the battle will be on between the real live little boy created by SCOTUS and known to use as the multi-national corporations and the Congresscritters who gladly labor in their behalf, but are unwilling to participate in an all out bloodbath.

You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it, is that clear?! You think you have merely stopped a business deal -- that is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back. It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity, it is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations! There are no peoples! There are no Russians. There are no Arabs! There are no third worlds! There is no West! There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multi-variate, multi-national dominion of dollars! petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars!, Reichmarks, rubles, rin, pounds and shekels! It is the international system of currency that determines the totality of life on this planet! That is the natural order of things today! That is the atomic, subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And you have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and you will atone! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? (pause) You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen, and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T and Dupont, Dow, Union Carbide and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state -- Karl Marx? They pull out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories and minimax solutions and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments just like we do.
We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably deter- mined by the immutable by-laws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale! It has been since man crawled out of the slime, and our children, Mr.Beale, will live to see that perfect world in which there is no war and famine, oppression and brutality --one vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock, all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you to preach this evangel, Mr. Beale.
(Ned Beatty as as Arthur Jensen, to Howard Beale played by Peter Finch, in the movie Network, 1976, written by Paddy Chayefsky)
So, the battle is now no longer between nations.  With the advent of this torrent of corporate communication, the battle will quickly become that of Dassault and EADS versus Boeing, Hyundai versus Tata, AT&T versus Deutsche Telekomm, SkyTeam versus Star, Con-Agra versus A-D-M.

Each one of those corporate leaders will want THEIRS to be the surviving holding company, and the new generals will be the investment bankers who will profit from every skirmish, whether won or lost.

I promised prognostication.  Here it is - via metaphor, then clarification.

When you own a house, and you have a dripping water pipe, most of the time you may wonder from time to time why your water bill has increased but you note nothing amiss.

After a time, the drip grows into a constant trickle, and you may find a little dampness, which you mop up, and wonder whether maybe you shouldn't look into it.  Yet, there is no impetus.

After a further time, the trickle becomes a steady leak, which undermines foundations, saturates floor plates, and risers, rafters and studs.  You may smell some mustiness, or some dampness - but, there's been a lot of rain after all.

One evening, you come home from your day at the modern salt mines - you have labored with no purpose, you have striven for fewer wages, you have accepted longer hours, and shorter vacations, and fewer benefits - and you find that the ceiling has collapsed in a soggy heap of destroyed sheet rock, water pours down from a clearly broken pipe and the floor is ankle deep in water.  The carpeting is ruined, the furniture is wet to the knee, the electronics are shorted out -

Will your insurance cover it?

Hey, guess what - the insurance companies have managed to get that considered part of a flood policy, which you didn't buy, because after all - it doesn't flood where you are.

What SCOTUS has done here is to apply the heavy pipe wrench to loosen the pipe right where it's been leaking for thirty years.

And we, the People are about to walk into a soggy, wet mess and find we have no insurance.

In the longer view, I feel that we have begun to see the force that will bring down this house we have been living in.  This house with the leaky pipes,  that has for so long seemed sound and sturdy.

The salesman has been telling us all along that this is just the right house for us.

In parody of the current featured saleswoman, the People are about to question just how well that "Ayn-ey Rand-ey style of governing" has worked out for us.

(cross posted on Daily Kos)




The heat is ON

And not in a kitschy, 80's music sort of a way.  The heat is on, because it's fricking COLD outside (hence inside). 

I awoke two hours ago, and got up - it's thunder-y and gray outside.  I still need to do laundry, but .. it's too cold to schlepp it outside I think.

It's raining consistently outside now.  I have a done of work to accomplish (again) today, so - nearly time to run off!

I *finally* drove the new Camaro the other day.  I've been to three dealers previously, and been told a.) we don't let anyone DRIVE them but buyers, b.) you'll have to give a $500 deposit to test drive it, and c.) we have no new ones, only used ones with zero mileage and a $4500 per unit markup. 

However, that nice Joe Mahlow at Mac Haik Chevy was a unique experience in the auto selling world.  Allow me to share with you my experience that recommends him quite highly:

  • He answered my internet inquiry.  He spelled everything correctly, and answered the questions posed cogently and specifically.
  • He greeted me, took me to the car we were discussing, answered questions, and seemed to be understanding that an internet buyer processes and decides differently than does a "traditional" buyer
  • He was very amenable to a follow up visit, as my time was limited.
  • He responded to my follow up email and answered my questions, and shared available choices with me
If you're anywhere in Southeast Texas, and if you're considering a Chevy, I recommend most highly that you talk to Joe.

I LOVE THE NEW CAMARO!

It drives very, very well - it's actually a sweet drive.

YES, it's tank-like in terms of outside viewing, but have any of the (under 40) reviewers so complaining about that issue EVER driven (when they were young and feeling their oats) a pre-1981 Camaro?  We are not talking about floor to ceiling windows here.

I think that a lot of reviewers miss the point entirely about the new Camaro - and, largely, the new Mustang and Challenger - these are not cars to provide for sensible transportation of an owner and their belongings/friends.  These are cars that are to provide persons who are a bit older a connection to that sense of pride, excitement and uniqueness that they enjoyed prior to the ascension of a B roll actor to the Presidency in having owned one of these cars in their youth.

I can appreciate that perhaps the Challenger has some features that are better than the Camaro, and that the redesigned Mustang may be a better driving and handling car than is either the Challenger or the Camaro, but the point is utterly missed.

If GM/Ford/FiatChry fka DamilerCo can capture the hearts and memories of a few tens of thousands of the millions upon millions of people who owned or were thwarted in their desires for their youthful dream car, they'll succeed mightily.  Just as has VW succeeded in this country with the New Beetle, the 'Murrican manufacturers are tapping into an aging market demographic of people who just want to drive what they felt good about BACK THEN, but updated for fuel economy, safety and convenience.

I, for one, am captivated.  I was never a Mustang man, and although I loved the Pentastar ponies, I was a Camaro kook from the get-go.  My hip and crazy cool Aunt Liz had a 1969 Camaro RS/SS convertible - black, black buckets, black top, hidden headlamps, Rallye II wheels, full console, four little secondary gauges on the console ..

That.  Car.  Was.  Cool.  Embodied.

Okay, so it drove atrociously, it rode poorly, it had no back seat, a mail slot trunk, and it was impossible to see out of, unless the top was down - BUT ..

My 1979 Camaro remains the favorite car I've ever owned.  Ever.  Ever ever.  But, that has little to do with its build quality, its ride quality, its handling ..

It was how I FELT.

The 2010 Camaro gets me back there.



Monday, February 08, 2010

Midnight Moonlight matinee

I am up, apartment tidied and readied, everything organized to take to the car, about to have breakfast and head out (post shower) which at 0714 is pretty damned amazing.  I normally am stepping into consciousness at this hour..

Had a dream last night about writing unusual financial articles regarding cars - was reviewing used sales by model and considering increases in sales together with average reported used sales values to determine which cars were GOING to be dogs, and which levels of trade could suggest mechanical/reliability issues.  The dream then segued into the Chevy Camaro, and I was driving one (loaned by someone; I still didn't like spending my money on cars) - the hood wouldn't latch, the valance between the radiator and front fascia was so weak and flimsy that it seemed it would break even more than it had, and the boot cover (this car, in the dream, was a convertible) wouldn't latch down - the only way to GET it to stay down was to put the top UP.

But, then I got in it and drove it like I was JoDB (JoDB is my friend who used to race Porsche cars and now sells Audis) or something.  THAT part was awesome.  Especially since we were parked inside of the old Manhattan post office, which had also been the New York Fed.  I had a delightful but willful dark chocolate colored male Chow Chow dog who didn't like the back seat of the Camaro so much.



And then .. I woke up.

Not as disturbing as previous nightly dreams, but..

We're currently experiencing pollen from both ash and juniper (cedar) which, according to the "newz" is "mild to moderate". 

I protest that they are not wise to the ways of the ash and juniper pollens.  I've been crazy whacked out from the pollens now for more than three weeks.  Pollen.com suggests that the pollen is "medium-high" which again calls into question the ability of those at our local "newzpaper" to .. um .. read.

If you're one who dreads pollination, you should zip on over to pollen.com and fill out a free profile.  Without having to subscribe to a barrage of ads from big pharma, you can check out pollen counts by zip code, what is in season and get a four day allergy forecast by email each morning.

If you're allergic to cat dander, all I can suggest is to stay away from the old lady on the corner with the cats.