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Friday, January 15, 2010

Not paying it forward, just throwing it forward

I offer this with the caveat that I have assembled these facts in only a couple of hours of research and a history from my own memory of having watched all of this, and followed the bouncing bank ball.  The story is essential accurate, but isn't represented to be a thorough and complete examination.

Early today, Guy sent me a portion of an article from the New York Times that points out JP Morgan Chase may have made over $12,000,000,000 in profits last year, but that they are losing a bunch of money on their consumer credit operation.

Chase’s consumer businesses, however, are still hemorrhaging money. Chase Card Services, its big credit card unit, lost $2.23 billion in 2009 and is unlikely to turn a profit this year. Chase retail services eked out a $93 million profit for 2009, though it posted $399 million annual loss in the fourth quarter. To try to stop the bleeding, the bank agreed to temporarily modify about 600,000 mortgages. Only about 89,000 of those adjustments have been made permanent.

Here's the thing - Chase, back when it was Chemical and Chase (does anyone remember that Chemical acquired Chase Manhattan to cover over their own dreadful reputation in 1996?) had very little in the way of credit card operations.

Bank One "merged" with Chase in 2004. It was running for cover because of .. losses in its card services unit. At the time, Bank One was the largest credit card issuer in the country (I think - if not THE largest, one of the largest). It became that by swallowing up First USA - which WAS an "innovator" and the fourth largest issuer of Visa and MasterCard.

Why did it buy First USA? First USA was up to its earrings in desperation.

First USA was founded as MNet in 1985 - a division of MCorp, which was originally the Mercantile Trust Company of Dallas, Texas. MCorp (and its banking subsidiary MBank) aggressively expanded during the initial go-go years of the 1980s, and established a huge credit card operation, issuing over 1.3 Million credit cards.

This will be amusing and important in a moment, but the banking operations of MBank were sold to Bank One for.. a bag of oranges in the late 1980s

MCorp, its growth dampened by over expansion, sold its best assets (is this not the most oft repeated story in American business? Expand wildly, mostly on borrowed money, sell off the best elements in desperation, then what's left folds up like a cheap tent) and the first to go was its highly profitable credit card business. Sold to Lomas and Nettleton (another storied name, lost to history) it became Lomas Bank, and started buying up everything that was issuing credit cards. Bright Banc (I haven't thought of them in twenty years) and Dollar Dry Dock were swallowed up and then .. wait for it .. Lomas ran into financial trouble and .. sold off Lomas Bank to a spin off, financed by Merrill - and run by the SAME EXECUTIVES THAT MADE THIS.. oh, I can't go on.

Now, they're called First USA. And they're the 13th largest issuer of credit cards. But, they have no depository bank upon which to build their massive issue of unsecured debt. AND, they represent the beginning of the sub-prime curve, Bright Banc having been one of the first issuers of First Premier type, nearly 100% APR credit cards to people with atrocious credit.

They owed $2.1 Billion in 1992 (when that really meant something - about $3.2 Billion in 2009 dollars). So, they raised money - in the highly fashionable way of selling a very small portion of the outstanding stock for a whale of a lot of money, making their own holdings immensely valuable. Then, they can release the un-offered stock into the market at the "market" price, reaping huge profits.

First USA focused on people who carried large balances, rather than paying them down each month. They introduced variable rate credit cards. In 1994, they were huge. The financial media spoke of them in divine terms.

Maybe you remember that Bank One was a merged bank of Bank One (Ohio) and FirstChicagoNBD (which was itself a combination of four of the largest banks in Detroit and Chicago).

I will let this quote demonstrate that First USA was a black hole by 1997:

In its decision, the Court held that Old Banc One Shareholders who purchased their stock after the August 1998 Prospectus was disseminated would have been more likely to vote against the merger had information regarding problems plaintiffs allege at Banc One's credit card division, First USA Bank, N.A., been disclosed before the merger.

Hey, so that court decision was in 2004. Guess what else happened then?

Bank One sold itself to Chase.

Chase, known for conservative management, acquired the leading combined "go go" big bank in the country, including their enormous sucking sound known as "Bank One Card Services".

Then, just to make SURE that they were well positioned, they acquired Washington Mutual, the owners of Long Beach Mortgage (one of the largest sub-prime mortgage lenders) and Providian Financial (one of the largest sub-prime credit card issuers).

Is it any surprise at all that Chase is "hemorrhaging money"?

Let's review:

  • MBank, which exploded in expansion, failed.
  • MNet became Lomas Bank, which exploded in expansion, and failed.
  • MBank was given to Bank One Ohio for less than the physical plant asset value.
  • Texas Commerce Bank, exposed to huge loan losses in the oil market crash of the mid 1980's, sold itself to Chemical Bank.
  • FirstCity, which failed TWICE under the weight of enormous loans made in the energy industry, had the largest non-manufacturer auto loan business in the country.
  • Chemical Bank (still called Texas Commerce in Texas) acquired all of the assets of FirstCity.
  • Washington Mutual acquires Home Savings and expands to be the largest Savings and Loan in the country, competing directly against the huge "money center" banks (Citi, Chase, Wells, NCNB/Nations)
  • Chemical Bank, which had made huge loans to LDCs (Latin America, at high, variable rates of interest), causing political unrest (one must ask ones' self whether illegal immigration from Mexico would have occurred in the absence of Citibank and Chemical's massive loans to Mexico in the 1970s and 1980s that Mexico couldn't repay) acquired Chase Manhattan to gain Chase's pristine reputation.
  • Bank One, owner of First USA and MBank LIES to persuade FirstChicagoNBD shareholders to merge with it, providing almost seven years of cover for the credit card mess
  • Bank One, including FirstChicago "merges" with Chase nee Chemical.
  • Chase acquires Washington Mutual.

Who's going to acquire Chase?  Note that I don't even discuss Chase's recent acquisition of Bearn Stearns.

How many times has the taxpayer bailed out this behemoth of  over-expansion, risky lending, directors and "investment banks" profiting for themselves at the expense of "regular" stockholders?

Why is having megalithic financial institutions like this sensible?

P.S. - Just as with the seizure/closure of MBank, the seizure/closure of Washington Mutual has shareholders suing to regain some value for their lost stock positions, claiming that the FDIC acted to benefit Chase, rather than shareholders.  Give it six years.

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Overcast? Yes. Grumpy? No.

The gentle sounds of rain on the skylight in my kitchen always makes me smile.

Why do I keep having dreams about my Dirt Devil vacuum cleaner? Last night, my trusty Dirt Devil and I went outside to vacuum out the trunk of Victoria Regina (whose butt I complimented yesterday on Twitter). There was dust and debris EVERYWHERE and the vacuum quietly pulled it all into itself.

Weird.

I think that this underscores the idea that dreams are frequently timely and vivid, but don't convey some huge meaning. It's the brain's playtime, and the things that one has been focusing on tend to star in the latest episode.

Except that I had a BIG dream the other night about a friend from high school.

I got SO MUCH DONE today, I'm just giddy. All of the filing that was within the four walls of my office is done, and done RIGHT. The 2009 income/expense documents and receipts are all sorted and organized. I even cleaned up computer folders.

It feels like FREEDOM. Applying myself to a very short list of tasks tomorrow, I will find that there is NOTHING in my life left undone.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Once fragged, no de-fragging

De-fragging is just the next step after investing months of releasing so much "stuff" in my life - now, I'm releasing mental "stuff" in the way of projects either started and unfinished, or conceived but not started.

This all arose from my disassociating myself from the church, first intending that it be a ramping down of responsibility and activity, and then a total break. I began to get a sense of what additional time and mental energy would be available and then realized that I had a goodly number of OTHER mental and time vampires camped out in my head.

First, the stuff, then the relationships, now the unfinished business.

This is creating so much freedom and excitement for me!

I don't know that focusing on just the one thing is going to make me an international star, but I'm going to focus on it, finish it and finish it well to the best of my abilities.

More as it develops!

Sunday, January 10, 2010

The Life of Reilly

Funny how things work out.

Back in the 1970s, my mother's family had regular reunions, during which Uncle Woody would present his latest findings on the family lineage. He made several trips to Ireland to track back as far as he could, getting back to a single male in the 1840s.

As is most often the case, the grandkids weren't in the least bit interested. We'd wander off to the shuffleboard court, or to horse around near the lake when Uncle Woody would start his spiel. I knew that the family had come over to the New World during the potato famine and that was about all I was interested in.

A few years ago, I started noticing that most of the county names in Northern Michigan were identical to county names in Ireland, and that many of the city names were as well. This led to a very cursory review of Irish counties, during which I discovered that County Cavan was likely where my sole ancestor was from. Cavan, interestingly, means "Handsome" and Cavanagh means "Follower of Cavan", rendered here in more modern times as "Kevin.

County Cavan was devastated by the potato famine.

County Cavan for years was dominated by a single family - the O'Reillys. The O'Reillys were so powerful and wealthy that, in the 1600s, they had their own currency. Their success, power and wealth led to the very common phrase "The Life of Reilly".

Seemingly, my ancestor was not of that particular background.

It was a conversation with an extraordinarily handsome man from County Meath, adjacent to County Cavan that induced me to do a little more looking around. County Meath, lead to County Cavan, lead to "what's that mean" and now I know.

His name isn't Kevin, or it would be just TOO funny.

Just funny how things turn out.

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Sunday without church

I'm sitting in my slightly adjusted living room, enjoying the sunshine flooding in through the patio door and the dryness associated with having the heat on. It's still only 62 degrees (EPA Energy Star settings, remember?) but the windows aren't all covered with condensed water vapor.

Or, I guess it would be more accurate to say that the windows aren't covered in water droplets, as a result of condensation.

Church for today was called off due to the lasting temperatures, and that we have no heat in the building.

Don't get me wrong, every year in Houston the temperatures drop down like this, but the ground and the infrastructure doesn't cold soak as it has this year. We rarely get ice forming on the roads and ground.

So, the church is cold soaked today. My old theater buddy Erin posted on FB just a minute ago that her church didn't have heat today either, so don't think that something is/was WRONG that the place I've spent the last eight years of Sundays was too cold this morning.

Which is just fine, as I didn't want to go today anyway. I'm waiting for brunch with a sleepy friend, and then I'm going to work on some spec work projects. Spec, meaning no one's going to pay me for doing them up front - I may earn something from them later on.

Everything's dusted, everything's vacuumed and I just LOVE having a place that I can cruise through in no time flat, leaving everything nearly Edgar certified! I did NOT however shampoo the white upholstered dining chairs, which I think will be required soon.

Tax season is about to start and I'm READY. I've already heard from a few tax folks, and I just LOVE hearing from them. I know, you already think I'm nuts, but filling out forms and figuring out what dry strings of words mean is something I'm brilliant at, and that I can bring comfort to others doing that AND that they support me for doing that which I do well already is just symbiotically grand.

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Saturday, January 09, 2010

So, I gave in and turned on the heat

And nothing happened. Nothing at all.

After sharing that the temperature has been between 58 and 64 in the apartment for days, I finally decided that it was time to bring the temperature up just a tad.

So, I switched the programmable thermostat to "heat" and confirmed that it was set for "Energy Star" programming.

Which keeps the heat at about 62 degrees. So, for the first hour that the heat was turned on, it didn't COME on.

Until just a moment ago. It will heat for a few minutes and then, it will shut off.

Why is it that people run their air conditioners until the temperature is below 70 in the summer, and then run their heaters until the temperature is above 75 in the winter?

The point I've been making is that a human can be quite comfortable between 62 and 70 degrees in the winter - you just have to THINK. Something most people refuse to engage in.

I still haven't turned on the heat (Saturday morning update edition)

When I awoke this morning, I could tell it was a mite chillier in the bedroom than it had been the morning before. I was very comfortable all night, and as I set foot into the apartment, I didn't think it was all that much colder - it wasn't - 57. Another gloriously sunny day today suggests that there will be more solar heat collection today.

If I were to clean the apartment today, it would go a long way to keeping me warm and happy.

Friday, January 08, 2010

Still haven't turned on the heat (early evening update #3)

Smug. Confident. Into the home stretch.

62 degrees here inside my little apartment, 26.7 and falling according to weatherbug, but a bit warmer than that on my balcony.

In a few moments, I'll be crawling into bed whence I shall commence producing prodigious amounts of body heat and will be toasty warm all night long.

Easy as pie!

And I STILL haven't turned on the heat (update)

Temperature is holding at 59 degrees indicated, but I'm getting a bit chilled. I may have to get radical and put on some thermal drawers.

This may seem crazy to some, but I'm figuring that this isn't but a couple of degrees lower than what many people try to air condition their homes DOWN to when they sleep during the summer months.

It's bright and sunny, but it is chilled outside. I walked over to the leasing office for a minute and it was VERY brisk. I wasn't dressed as warmly as I will be later, but..

It's now noon, and the heating action of the day should start momentarily. Will I cave in later tonight and turn on the heat? Stay tuned...

And I STILL haven't turned on the heat

Day (I have no idea) of my effort to make it through the winter (albeit in Houston). We have had an "arctic front" come through, but I remain committed to keeping my furnace turned OFF.

Why, you may ask?

Well, it's partly because I feel that most people are weenies when it comes to temperature variations. And, because I love very low electric bills.

And I hate the smell the heater makes when it fires up for the first time.

There is also a dash of feeling superior - admittedly, a fairly big dash.

Now, on to the details!

Last night, we apparently had a "hard" freeze. Here in Houstonia, that has a different meaning than it did in my childhood - it just means that the temperature was at or below 32 degrees last night. My heat saving techniques involve blocking drafts, absorbing heat from my downstairs neighbor (I figure since I get all of their cooking smells, I'm going to collect their heat as well) and bundling up a bit.

The indoor temperature has been hovering between 58 and 65 for the last few days, and this morning was no different. Today's solar collection is looking good, as it's relatively sunny outside and I'm expecting the indoor temperature to return to near 63 this afternoon, even though the outdoor mercury isn't scheduled to climb above 35.

I'd be surprised if we didn't make it over 45 today, the high temperature forecasts here are usually off and on the low side.

If I can make it to Saturday afternoon without turning on the furnace, I may have this project cracked for this winter! I may end up having to cheat by baking some fresh bread and allowing the gas oven to heat the place a smidge.

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Maybe Nietzsche had a point -

Nietzsche is oft quoted and little read (much as is the Bible). Most are familiar only with his statement from Twilight of the Idols "What does not kill me makes me stronger"

For years, that statement just hit me as "make wrong". As in, how can you not APPRECIATE my selfish, dramatic victimhood?

As I moved through my issues of self-worth and shame, the statement made more and more sense. Why, yes - as I pilot through the jetsam of my own making, it gets easier and easier. Now, I can own and feel it. I am stronger, and none of those things that had been giving me the willies killed me at all.

Almost twenty years ago, a rebirther told me that her understanding of rebirth (or reincarnation, if you would rather) was that whatever lessons I failed to learn during this life would be added to the lessons in the next life.

"What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.' " - [§341] The Gay Science

That admonishment scared me and set me to deciding to buckle down and STUDY. I doubt that I'm done studying, but at least I've moved into a higher class recently.

People have long asserted that Nietzsche was an atheist, but I read his famous quote differently -
After Buddha was dead people showed his shadow for centuries afterwards in a cave, — an immense frightful shadow. God is dead: but as the human race is constituted, there will perhaps be caves for millenniums yet, in which people will show his shadow. And we — we have still to overcome his shadow! - §108The Gay Science

To me this suggests that people ignore the teachings and good works and instead live in the shadow of their chosen deity - they focus so intently on the shadow of the departed God that they cannot focus on themselves to apply the lessons to their own lives. They continue on as human beings - bigoted, blame-filled, fault-seeking victims of life who continue to wistfully look back at the shadow in the cave.

To live this way is to dishonor the hard work of the chosen Deity. It is to use the works of the Deity to blame and shame others without doing the dirty work of living those principles. I know that it is human nature to persist in feeling victimized and to look for ways to make oneself feel better by tearing others down. Most in ecclesiastical leadership (that I've met) engage in this behavior aggressively, turning any objection into additional blame toward the complainer.

It is my current belief (and I reserve the right to change this belief within the hour if I find other insight) that once a person reaches a place where they can clearly see and understand Nietzsche's statement about Buddha's shadow, they can begin to participate in spiritual pursuits free of that overruling draw to use spiritual teachings as a weapon against one's perceived enemies.

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Where do we draw the line between

Where do we draw the line between thoughts, beliefs and automatic responses CREATING and the same quiet thoughts warning us of danger signs we are ignoring?

A wise man told me at dinner last week that the voice that whispers warnings is drowned out by all of the reasons we want something to happen.

A couple of weeks ago and purely by accident, I regained contact with a man with whom I was very interested nearly a year ago. Even though the end of our conversations months back was very punitive, I ignored the whispering voice that said "Danger, Will Robinson". He came on like a runaway coal train, 40+ texts a day, phone calls, emails, flirtations, he couldn't wait to meet in person. After a few days of phone activity, I saved his number into my phone - again. And, that whisper was right there - "you'll just end up deleting this in a few days".

Yesterday, I did just that. Before doing so, I thought "why didn't I listen to that whisper?"

I've successfully listened to the whisper more often in these last months.

Just about a year ago, I had quite a lot of whisper - clangor, practically. Each interaction set off the gongs, but as was said at dinner the other night, my desires overrode any warnings.

Until my desires changed.

Then, all there were left were the warning tones.

My question is - since all thought creates, did I engage in creating these two mini-dramas, or was I creating it through ignoring and not honoring the warning intuition?

Friday, January 01, 2010

Only 85 posts last year

This year, i shall strive to be more chatty.

Helpful hints as you start your New Year!

Use your camera phone!!

Huh?

How many times have you wished you could remember where you parked your car, what that bottle of wine was, what an address was, the license number of a car that dinged your door, some book you want to read - nearly anything!

TAKE A PHOTO WITH YOUR PHONE!

No note paper. No pens necessary. No misplaced notes. No more "where did I put that?"

This trick will, however, not solve the problem of walking into a room and not remembering why you did so.

Lower your energy bills!!

It's easy. Simple. Really.

My last two electric bills have been under $35.00, which includes more than $12 each on pass through charges.

How do I do it?

By refraining from trying to change the environment.

Oh, in English? I leave the A/C and furnace OFF most of the time. If it feels a bit cool, I put on more clothing. If it feels a bit warm-ish, I wear fewer items of clothing and turn on the ceiling fans.

It's insanity to try to heat the house to above 75 when a few weeks ago (in Houston, anyway) you were trying to cool it below 70. This is a mind game you're playing with yourself, and the cost of the game is reflected in your utility bills.

Cold while you're sleeping? Extra blanket. Warm while sleeping? Take the covers off.

Of course, you can rant at me all you want and tell me that you HAVE to sleep with covers, so you HAVE to make the house cold so you can wear your flannel jammies and socks and two blankets in the summer.

M'kay.

Save on your wireless bill - BIG time

Use Google Voice or Skype from your compatible wireless phone. They use data traffic for VoIP (internet) phone connections, and you can dump your unlimited or 2,000 minutes/month plan.

Also, CHECK your wireless plan - many carriers have dropped their monthly charges, and you could save 20% or more on your monthly costs. If you don't use your phone very often, get a pre-paid phone that charges you only when you use the thing.

Okay, that's enough - I realize that most people have already drifted off, humanoids having the attention span of a hamster and all.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

The curtain rings down on 2009

Some thoughts before the last of 2009 dies away -

So many people have been making the statement that 2009 was a bad year - well, there have been about eight of those in a row. My 2009 was pretty darned good, all things considered - empirically, one might quarrel with that assessment, but I jettisoned a lot of baggage - both emotional and physical - which leaves me feeling much more stable and able than I was going into 2009.

I guess that if one feels 2009 was a bad year, one should review where they were a year ago and see if their understanding, their communication, their ability to focus on the important things in their lives improved at all.

Life just happens. How we deal with it happening is what sets individuals apart.

I spent just over three months of 2009 without fear or anger. Wow. That has been an amazing thing. I got to go to the inauguration of Barack Obama, and there I met two truly remarkable and awesome people. I met a magnificent guy, moved into an apartment that is small enough that I am living alone for the first time in my life. I share office space with an angel, and I have very little stress now.

I got to see my friend Matt four times? Five times? That was great. I "found" my best friend from law school after a ten year absence. I made friends with a guy I hardly knew in high school, with whom I have been carrying on a delightful, supportive and engaging correspondence. I was blessed to have my friendship with LEA restored. I have made friends with amazing ladies from the church, and gotten a lot closer with my Aunt Liz.

I have had six straight months of talking with my sister without recrimination or anger. SIX months. In a ROW.

I had the love and support of my friends. I have released a number of people in my life who were not productive, regardless of how it may have seemed from the outside.

My year was an endless experience of being appreciated, loved and cared about by my truly amazing circle of magnificent humans I am lucky enough to call friends. I hope I gave as good as I got, because each one of them is a treasure.

I gave up on following politics in the large part, and stopped looking for flaws in my thinking and character.

I got to see our city elect a moderated, unexciting, immensely competent and honest mayor - who just as an aside - is a lesbian. I am lucky enough to have met and talked to her several times, and she is the kind of political leader we need a few hundred dozen more of.

I'll say that, overall, 2009 was awesome. I'm no wealthier, no healthier, and still very single - but I don't see these as problems.

I still don't know exactly what I want to do with my life, but I'm getting a lot better at hitting the brakes when the runaway idea train picks up speed - and discerning what is motivating me and what it will benefit me.

When I wake up, it's going to be Friday. Many people are going to tell me that the day has some significance, but it's just a story that's completely made up. Other human cultures existing with us now honor other days as the start of the new calendar year, and who's to say that their selection of a "day" is right or wrong?

As I go from Thursday to Friday, I have on my mind that I am going to engage in a lot less omphaloskepsis and a whole lot more "getting the job done". I'm going to take care of myself as an investment, and I'm now utterly devoid of feeling sorry for myself.

Things will happen - flat tires, homophobia, events, maybe another hurricane or two. I will deal with them, without making those events "mean" something about me, or my past, or the people around me. I will continue to see and seek the best in people, and to understand that when they are displeasing, they're probably scared or alone or trapped in their own old beliefs.

I will continue to look every person in the eye, and smile at them to let them know that I see them, and that they're a human worthy of greeting, respect and acknowledgment.

I will recycle even more than I do now, and I will push processed foods further away from my table until they're gone entirely.

And I'm going to focus on the thing that matters most - being with the people in my life - and telling them how remarkable they are, how glad I am to be with them, and that I'll help them in any way I can. There really is no other point to living than that.

So, if you're reading this, you're connected to me in some fashion and I'm glad that we are. I know in my heart that your New Year will be everything that you can make of it. When you're feeling a bit like it's not working out, call me. I'll talk you down from your perch and assure you it's all working out just fine.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

So, my dad sends me an email -

He does that, you know. The email that he sent me was from his brother in law, I think, who's a Tea Bagger.

The email was a purported presentation given by one Leo Carrington, owner of Carrington Automotive, to the entire employee body of his 12 stores assembled at the Grand Payne Hotel. You can read the email here.

So, Dad asks me "What do I think"?

Well, I spent about 90 minutes reading, doing some (very quick, because the facts are RIGHT there) Google research and composing a response for him. To-wit:
Oh, the horseshit starts flying.

My friend Nancy, who has a small business that brings in something a tad less than the Carrington example would LOVE to pay a payroll tax of 2.5% instead of the ferocious health premiums she's now been paying. In fact, it would push her balance sheet over from red to black. But, Carrington doesn't provide any health insurance.

I believe that the pending and incomplete legislation on health care prohibits a pushback on wages for any employer who is penalized for failing to provide health insurance. So, that part of the missive is an empty and illegal threat. The 8% tax penalty is only in the house bill, and the Senate bill (which everyone who isn't trying to panic people about the "socialists" knows is going to prevail) has a $750 per employee per year tax penalty for employers who don't provide health insurance. That's $140,250 in tax penalty for requiring that the government pay for his employees' health care premiums. Given that the average private health insurance annual premium WITHOUT dependent coverage is now $6,000 to the employer - sounds like he's still a cheapskate and getting off without much of a penalty. His insurance premium for employees only would be $1,122,000.

At least that way, by providing his employees with health care coverage, he wouldn't have to pay any personal income tax at all.

As to his assertions on the increase in taxes - let's come back to reality. The top incremental rate on income over $250,000 will increase by 3% to approximately $370,000, and the top incremental rate on income over $370,000 would increase by 4.6% The rates on income below $250,000 will NOT change.

So, the increase in tax on the portion between $370,000 and the stated $534,000 of taxable income would be the difference between $57,400 (the tax on that increment of income at present under the Bush tax cuts) and $64,944 (the tax on that increment of income if the Bush tax cuts were allowed to expire.) His taxes will increase by $7,544. Gee, I can do THAT in my head! The increase in tax on the portion between $250,000 and $370,000 - $3,600.

Our example, Carrington, will see his income taxes increase by $11,144 if the Bush tax cuts expire. Another sum I can do in my head!

According to our "example", $11,144 expressed as a percentage of his total taxable income is 2.08%. The "example" suggests that "nearly" 5% is the tax impact, $24,564. So, the "example" of the net effect of allowing the Bush tax cuts to expire is overstated by a factor of "nearly" two times. The net effect would be that he pays $11,144 in additional personal income tax, which is slightly less than $1,000 per store of twelve per year, or just about $90 a month in additional personal income tax.

Whoopie fucking do.

There is no proposal to increase the top incremental tax rate on incomes over $1,000,000. That part of the "example" is a flat out lie. A fantasy. Not even being discussed, EXCEPT IN BRITAIN.

About three quarters of the "example" in the missive is posturing, ranting and fantasy - the math I have countered above (with facts, sorry). The proposed tax increase (that was passed by the Republican controlled Congress and signed by Bush - how do they keep missing that part?) will cost him $59/employee/year. If the health care employer mandate is indeed effected, then STARTING IN 2014, he'd be paying an additional $750/employee/year for a total increase of $800/employee/year, or $66.00 per employee/month.

Next big problem, according to the SBA in 2009, just over 50% of all employment in the United States is by "small business". They comprise 44% of total private (non-government) payroll, which is a damned sight smaller than the 80% the "example" suggests, and job growth by "small business" is 64% of new jobs over the last FIFTEEN years - not just the last year. Spinning, let's add some more spin.

Now, for the coup d'grace. The ENTIRE EMAIL IS A FAKE. There is no Carrington Automotive, there is no Leo Carrington, and there is no Royal Payne Hotel in Norfolk, Virginia. There is, still, Norfolk Virginia, but the tea baggers probably have something up their sleeves about that.

The End.

Turd, flushed

While visiting in Tulsa, my friend T-rex christened the HS250 "the Turd", a name which stuck through this afternoon when I surrendered the car to Sterling McCall Lexus.

As I've been criticizing the HS, and as I have been finding little to recommend it on any level, I have been questioning myself. Am I just a cranky nudge who hates everything? I mean, those nice people at Lexus let me drive the car for a week for free and sent me a nice Priority Mail flat rate box haphazardly stuffed full of Lexus swag (most of which were coupons inviting me to spend money with Lexus partners, nearly all of which were in the San Francisco Bay area, where Lexus' marketing firm is located).

What I have kept finding is that the HS250 is a poor choice at $26,000, a joke at $36,000 and utterly absurd at $43,000.

Now, I've seen and examined the 2010 Lincoln MKZ, and it is a much nicer car than is the HS250 - nicer materials, more features, more room - and costs LESS - yet the New York Times pointed out that it is merely a "nice" car and that "nice" doesn't cut at when you're at the $40,000 mark.

More observations:

I cannot see the corners or edges of the HS250 AT ALL, which makes it VERY challenging to park. The steering is completely without feedback - it has all the communication of a trackball, and when one is trying to pilot into a parking space and has no idea where the car is, or what angle the steering is bringing up - one can find oneself parked like a dodo head.

The driveline surges - a LOT. I know that it's a hybrid and doesn't act as my gasoline powered car would, but driving the HS back to back with a friend's two year old Prius, the HS250 surges a LOT and the Prius not at all.

Fuel economy at 35.5 overall is NOT impressive, when a VW Jetta TDI for half the money would have had better performance, equal interior quality, three times the trunk space, equal interior room and gotten over 40MPG.

I have been reading stirrings of new Prius owners reporting that their brakes are failing - I had that experience with the HS at least three times, once this morning. The brakes push to the floor, start to chatter as if the ABS were cycling and n-o-t-h-i-n-g is happening. By releasing the pedal and re-applying braking force, the brakes recovered and stopped the car.

Notes for Nanuck

As in, of the North? I am learning that my metaphor and humor is lost on people I always thought were getting me.

So, I drove this car in snow and ice. Was it a lot of snow and ice? Yes, if you live in Tulsa, it was. For a boy who grew up in Kalamazoo and knows the exact meaning of "Lake Effect Snow", it seemed rather a gay romp. I mean, the Turd wasn't even covered over in snow!

However, if you live north of .. say .. Memphis, and you're considering this car, there are a few things you really need to know about:

The seat heaters don't get warm. Really. Well, a little warm. About as warm as if your butt were perched on the thrones for about an hour, but no warmer than that.

The rear window defroster cannot and will not clear the backlight. The Turd found itself on the 26th with a half dusting of snow and a smidge of ice. After cycling the rear defroster for TWO HOURS, the backlight had STILL not cleared. I am used to cars (and have had cars since the 1970s) that would melt butter off the backlight with the rear defrost selected.

The heater doesn't heat the car. Okay, so this may sound extreme. Allow me to clarify - you'll NEVER get too warm in the cabin of the HS250 during the winter months. EVER. Your feet will never get warm, and your breathing passages will not dry out from dry, hot air blowing in your face.

No, really - I rode home from Sterling McCall Lexus today in a 2008 SLK, and the seats had my buns sizzling within two miles and the defroster had the car uncomfortably warm before that.

You will NOT experience extremes of cold and heat in the HS250 during the winter in the snow belt.

Perhaps related to this, the windshield wipers are fully below the defroster line of the windshield, and - well - there's no easy way to put this - if it's snowing heavily, if there's a bit of freezing rain or anything such as that, you'll have to chip out the blocks of snow or ice from the wipers. The wipers are not powerful enough to lift themselves out of packed snow.

Finally, if it's snowing, or freezing rain, or blowing/gusting/drifting snow, I'd strongly recommend filling up BEFORE the weather moves in, because your fuel filler door will be frozen solid. As in, gingerly prying the lightweight plastic fuel filler door open with a thin blade until you can pry it open. Think about how frustrated you were the last time you tried to open a can of paint when the lid was stuck down from crusty old paint under the edge - and then add that concept to standing outside on 18 degree pavement, with gusting winds next to a gas pump.

Yeah.

Back to the meat of the matter

Driven next to a Prius, the HS250 ceases to be a "nice" car. It is a bit quieter, because the Prius is a hatchback. The HS250 slams into expansion joints and pavement breaks while the Prius slides by. The HS hardly EVER runs on battery, whereas the Prius will run quite a long way on battery alone. Just no justification at all for the $16,000 price difference between the two.

Finally, the HS250 is just flat out .. unattractive. The shape, the grille, the trim - just unattractive. Okay, I'll be straight about it - it's ugly.

Final notes

Is it just a Houston thing, or what?

I took the Turd back to Sterling McCall today at noonish. I parked the car out front, walked in with my friend who got out of his 2008 Mercedes SLK, and entered through the front door.

We could have successfully blown up our underwear, as none of the passengers of Delta flight 253 were present to interact with us.

After a couple of minutes of STANDING in the center of the showroom, I walked back toward the entry door to ask a salesman who was hiding in his (lovely and Rosewood) cubicle if he could help me find the PR gal I was to ask for.

My friend, who drove up in a very nice Mercedes-Benz, was never greeted in any way.

Really? You want me to spend HOW much money? Couple this with the indifferent delivery experience, and the outright refusal regarding a test drive of a newer model LS460, I'm going to give Lexus's showroom experience a big, fat zero.

Left behind..

So, this is an indecorous posting, inasmuch as I'm calling someone and something out.

This came to me today, in the way of "what does this mean"? This was written by a licensed attorney working for the Franklin County (Ohio) prosecutor's office. This was written as an official business communication from a person who has completed four years of undergraduate school, and three years of law school, and is working for the county government of the seat of state government in Ohio. I'll just let it speak for itself.

From: "XXX X. XXXX"
To: xxxxxxx@email.xxx
Sent: Wednesday, December 2, 2009 1:44:22 PM GMT -05:00 US/Canada Eastern
Subject: XXXXXXX




XXXX, I've tried calling you at ur number and no answer but this case is not being dismissed so u need to come to court or a warrant will be issued and if need be I will arrest you at Franklin when u go to school. Avoiding me is not going to get the case resolved so u need to contact me and not xxxx. Im the prosecutor on the case and u need to speak with me. Call me so that we can discuss the case.






Assistant Prosecuting Attorney

Franklin County Prosecutor's Office

Criminal Division

373 S. High Street, 14th Floor

P: 614-

F: 614-

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Lexus HS250 drive days two and three

0930 to 1815 is quite a while to spend with any car when it is uninterrupted by anything other than bathroom stops and a single gas fill-up.

During a continuous time such as this, one becomes familiar with those elements of a car that bring comfort or angst to one's car purchase decision.

Comfort items -

The HS250 is a breeze to see out of. Glass everywhere, allows for a clear view of hazards in all directions.

Once mastered, the entertainment system works reasonably well. The iPod interface is a touch weird - if the car is turned off while the iPod is playing, it won't play the iPod again until one disconnects and resets the iPod.

The gear selector is a hoot and a half to operate, and the regen braking feature is AWESOME when exiting a freeway.

The seat BACK is extremely comfortable (for me).

The graphic display for the driver that shows fuel economy, charging status, and status is terrific and fun.

The rain sensing wipers are great.

Annoying, irritating and displeasing things -

The HS250 is LOUD on the freeway. The tires, being designed for fuel efficiency and low rolling resistence whine loudly, and pound on the expansion strips. There is a lot of wind noise along the entire upper window line.

The freeway noise washes out entertainment system performance.

The HS250 cruise control does NOT disengage with a light tap or a medium tap on the brake pedal; I could only get it to disengage by canceling with the cruise control stalk. When traffic ahead changes unexpectedly and the car continues to drive forward while you press on the brake, you are presented with quite a stressful, conflicted environment.

The lower seat cushion is woefully inadequate - combined with the lack of a dead pedal, one finds oneself exhausted after hours of micro movement and pushing back to stay in the seat.

Interior storage space in the HS250 is just weird - no cubby is deep enough to hold an average phone or iPod when connected to the charging cable. Also, when plugged into the console, iPod and charging cables have to be strung along the console to the center cubby under the armrest. Putting the USB/mini-plug and charging jacks inside the center cubby would seem to make more sense.

The interior materials are grossly inappropriate for a $42,000 Lexus. The center stack design is completely indistinguishable from a Toyota Venza, equipped with the identical entertainment unit, HVAC switchgear and secondary switches.

The entertainment (non-nav) has an LCD display that's light blue with black lettering. The other displays are LED, with lighted letters on a flat background. At night, the entertainment display is difficult to read in the extreme.

550 miles, 34.7 average MPG 75 average MPH. Not very impressive.

My thoughts, so far -

Without price weighting, the HS250 is not an impressive car. It is compromised in the driving experience, is agreeable for a moderately priced car, but wholly inappropriate for a luxury brand. The storage space and seating capacity isn't competitive. The car is, frankly, unattractive.

Price weighted, this is a turd. Ford would do very well by keeping one of these at each of their stores for comparison with their Fusion Hybrid that has far more room, better seating, equal features, better fuel economy and $32,000.

The HS250 has not moved today, and is currently covered in about five inches of snow.

Tulsa in Christmas -

I am "enjoying" being in Tulsa during their first ever blizzard warning. Tracey's parents are as charming as they ever have been, and I'm noticing that the absence of gift exchange provides more focus on human communications and reduces stress greatly.

I have some more political observations and social thoughts to share tomorrow -