Thoughtless for the Day

Friday, September 24th

Big-Assed Weekend Edition (Dave Blood and the Children's Crusade)


dblood (11k image)The date for the Dave Blood memorial/benefit show has been set. It will
take place on Sunday November 21st, in Philadelphia, at the Trocadero.
Tickets will set you back $15 but, since the profits are going to charity,
you should buy as many as the law allows (Even if you don't plan on
attending). Joe, Dean, and I (accompanied on bass by Dan from the Low
Budgets
) will be performing anywhere from 14 to 20 Dead Milkmen songs.

I encourage everyone who can attend to do so, but please don't refer to
this show as a "reunion" - unless, of course, you've found a way to bring
Dave back, in which case you can call it whatever the Hell you want. I,
by the way, have started referring to Dean, Joe, and myself as "The
Living-Dead Milkmen".

Dave Blood was not only a band mate but he was a very dear friend. He was
light-years ahead of many people in understanding the impact of economics
on world events. If he was still with us, I'd love to get his opinion on
Naomi Klein's article, Baghdad Year Zero, in the September issue of
Haper's, in which she puts forth the theory that it's not so much
the damage done by bombs during the invasion of their country that has
turned the Iraqis against the US occupiers, but the damage done by
lasses-faire economic policies that were instituted afterward.

Fist, I should point out that I, like more than a few others, was not
impressed with Ms. Klein's book No Logo. Also, the very same issue
of Harper's in which her piece appears also features the now
infamous Tentacles of Rage article. That said, the piece is a
devastating read.

Ms. Klein does a fine job of portraying Iraq as a sort of petri dish for
Neocon ideology. In other words, with the Iraqi slate wiped clean, so to
speak, Neocons could now use the country to prove that privatization and
raw capitalism are the way to go (Things they couldn't do in America
because of pesky labor and environmental laws).

First, while most of the world's press was focusing on the physical damage
done to Iraq, Paul Bremer, who was in charge of the US occupation, held a
sort of garage sale in the form of the following Orders:

Order 37 lowered Iraq's corporate tax rate from approximately 40 % to 15 %.

Order 39 allowed foreign companies to own 100 percent of Iraqi assets
(excluding natural-resources) and allowed investors to take 100 percent of
their profits, made in Iraq, out of the country. They also would not be
required to reinvest in Iraq and they would not be taxed.

Order 39 allowed foreign corporations to sign sweetheart leases and
contracts that would last for forty years.
Order 40 extended the same loving terms as the previous Orders to foreign
banks

The sole economic policy of the Hussein regime that Bremer left intact was
a law restricting trade unions and collective bargaining.

Now there were only two things preventing foreign corporations from turning
Iraq into a Capitalist Disneyland - the Geneva Conventions of 1949 and the
Hague Regulations of 1907. Both of these state that an occupier is the
"administrator" - and not the owner of "public buildings, real
estate, forests and agricultural assets" of the country it is occupying.
Or, to put it another way, Bremer didn't own the assets he was trying to
give away.

poemap4 (30k image)"Well," apparently Bremer thought to himself, "If I don't have the
authority to hold a garage sale, who would?"

And so it was announced that on June 30 the occupation would officially
end, and a new government - which many have referred to as a puppet
government - would step in. This government would be free to hold Bremer's
garage sale.

Slowly, foreign businesses began to replace Iraqi businesses. And the
Iraqis got pissed. Violently so.

During Bremer's first four months in charge of the occupation, 109 U.S.
soldiers were killed and 570 were wounded. In the following four months,
as Bremer's economic policies went into effect, the number of U.S.
casualties just about doubled, to 195 soldiers killed and 1,633 wounded.

By the way, I would be gravely remiss if I failed to mention one of the
most chilling parts of Naomi's article -the young Neocons who have been
put in charge of the rebuilding of Iraq. Precocious tykes like Jay Hallen,
24, who had applied for a job at the White House and ended up in charge of
launching Baghdad's new stock exchange. And Scott Erwin, 21, a former
intern to Dick Cheney, who is now - and I shit you not - assisting Iraqis
in the management of finances and budgeting for the domestic security
forces. When asked what his favorite job before his present one was, Scott
replied "My time as an ice-cream truck driver."

Of course the Director of Foreign Relations in the Ministry of Trade is a
grown-up, and an Iraqi. His name is Ahmad al Mukhtar. His last steady gig
was reading the English-language news on television. Unlike the late Dave
Blood, Ahmad does not hold a degree in economics.



Rodney on 09.24.04 @ 09:23 PM EST [link]


Thursday, September 23rd

A Very Special Episode


Television, during the 1980's was notorious for "Very Special Episodes".
I didn't get to watch a lot of TV back then because I was on tour, but it
seemed like every time I plopped down on a hotel bed an turned on the
picture box, I was treated to a "very special episode" of Blossom.

I'm pretty sure that I've only seen three episodes of Diff'rent
Strokes
, but I swear to Hubbard that at least two of those fuckers were
"very special episodes". While I enjoyed the episode in which Arnold's best
friend, Dudley (I'd like all of my Black readers who are named either
Arnold or Dudley to raise their hands.), got buggered by the guy who played
Mr. Carlson on WKRP (Which had a "very special episode" involving
people getting trampled a Who concert), I still have nightmares about the
episode in which the late (give or take a year or two) Nancy Reagan dropped
by to remind Arnold to "just say no" to drugs - and to bugger Dudley.

Unlike TV, when Radio promises a very special episode, it delivers.
Yesterday's episode of the Paul Kircher Show was a very special one, and
I dropped by to hone in on the fun. If you missed it, you can listen to
it here.

Paul's guests were Steve Pogorzelski, President of Monster.com, Peter
Javsicas from PenTrans, and Richard W. Bloomingdale, PA Secretary-Treasurer
of the AFL-CIO. Let's jump right to Mr. Bloomingdale.

Richard called in to discuss the negative effects of the Bush
administration's policies on the PA's economy (PA has lost more than
300,000 jobs since 2001, 160,000 were manufacturing jobs. The number of
uninsured Pennsylvanians has risen from just over
1 million to over 1.4 million.) and to endorse John Kerry, who must be
really surprised to learn that he's going to get the Union vote. In other
news, Bush was shocked to learn that conservative Christians will be
voting for him.

If you listen to the show (and you damn well better), you'll hear Paul
allude to some problems between the unions and MTV. This was a reference
to a dust-up between MTV and Philadelphia's carpenters' union over MTV's
use of a nonunion contractor. Of course, MTV is no stranger to slave labor
or, as MTV likes to call the, interns.

As Jim Frederick pointed out in his essay The Intern Economy and the
Culture Trust
at any given time there are between 150 and 200 interns
working for MTV. This free labor saves MTV approximately $640,000 a year
in unpaid wages.

But why should you give a shit?

Well, of course there's the fact that a supply of free labor drives
everybody's wages down, as the plethora of interns now slaving away in
America's corporations are doing, but here's something you probably haven't
thought about - racism.

In order to work, for free, as an intern, somebody has to pay your bills.
How many minorities can afford to fund their children while they work the
photocopiers and fetch the boss's coffee at SPIN? Now, if people
who worked as interns for a company have an advantage in the hiring
process, how many minorities will get hired?

I hope to Hell you people aren't keeping this information to yourselves.

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Volume One, Number Three in the series of RATYHTL Trading Cards.

RIP Russ. Thanks for Faster Pussycat.




Rodney on 09.23.04 @ 03:49 PM EST [link]


Wednesday, September 22nd

I Can See Your House From Here


alang (30k image)I have a shack on my roof. Vienna and I didn't know about the shack when we
first rented our house, it was discovered by roofer who was re-tarring the
roof. "Hey, do you know you've got a shack up there?" he asked. No, we didn't.

The best theory that anyone's been able to put forward about the shack, so
far, is that it used to be a "widow's watch" - probably constructed in the
early 19th century, when it was still possible to see the docks from the
roof.

When the shit eventually hits the fan, you'll find me in that shack on my
roof, with my crossbow and a bottle of wine, crankin' Modest Mouse and
picking off looters andSUVs. Yes, I have a shack on my roof, so when the
shit eventually hits the fan, I'll be just fine. The rest of you are fucked.

Since the vast majority of you are shackless, I'm going to do you the only
favor I can. I'm going to tell you when the shit is going to hit
the fan. Ready? Two to three years after Social Security is privatized.

Back when I used to take the 124 bus from Philly to Chesterbrook - during
the bull market - there was a bus driver who used to go on-and-on everyday
about how if the money for Social Security weren't removed from his
paycheck, but given to him to invest in the stock market, he'd be sitting
high on the hog when the time for his retirement rolled around.

After a few weeks of this daily hymn to Adam Smith, I finally freaked out
and shouted "Do you have an MBA from Harvard that you've failed to inform
us about? Do you expect to bull market to last forever? People are going
to lose money. Pension plans are going to evaporate. Where's your safety
net then? Now shut the Hell up and focus on driving the bus."

The privatization of Social Security has been a goal of Laissez-faire
capitalists for quite some time now. And who can blame them? There's a
pile of money large enough to reach the shack on my roof to be made
separating people from their life's savings.

Hell, you've seen Bush's TV spot that promises, if The President wins in
November, to give people a chance to "own a piece of their retirement."
by allowing workers to keep a portion of their payroll taxes and invest
them in stocks, through means of government-sponsored accounts, just like
the driver on the 124 bus wanted.

Does anyone else see a problem with this plan?

Dad pays into the Social Security system, which, in turn, pays for
Grandpa's retirement. When junior gets a job, he'll pay into social
security to fund Dad and Grandpa's retirement. Now, if junior diverts that
money into a private account, Dad and Grandpa are shit outta luck. And
there's only enough room in the shack on my roof for my wife and I, so
they're doubly fucked.

OK, let's say that your attitude toward Americas elderly is of a
Machiavellian nature - i.e. "Fuck 'em, they can go flip burgers for $5.15
an hour." After all, you'll be getting back more money from the returns
on your stocks than you would've ever gotten form Social Security, right?

Guess again.

It would only take a downturn in the market or corporate scandal and you'd
be competing with Gramps for that burger-flippin' gig. After all, when
Chile privatized their Social Security system, back in 1995, the result was
that Chilean citizens lost $1.5 billion. The average worker lost 4% of
their investment, while the corporations that generously managed the
accounts earned a healthy 20% in profits.
But isn't Social Security in danger of going bankrupt sometime before next
Tuesday? Shit, Luther, instead of sitting here writing this, maybe I
should be out on the street, wearing a ski mask and toting an Uzi?

In a word, "no". In two words, "no no". The most recent study by the
Congressional Budget Office concluded that, even with no alterations,
Social Security will be able to pay full benefits to its retirees
until 2053. That gives us 49 years in which to make sure that the
system is propped up. It took us less than ten to put a man on the moon
and less than a week to record Biz Lizard.


Further Reading

Social Security Privatization Eleven Myths



Rodney on 09.22.04 @ 05:15 PM EST [link]


Tuesday, September 21st

You can't spell "Chastity" without "tit".


schlafly (18k image)As my good friend Michelle Malkin kindly points out on her web site,
Phyllis Schlafly had a birthday over the weekend. The miserable old bitch
turned 80, by the way.

Ms. Schlafly's ongoing war against feminism, secular humanism, and general
sanity has provided us with some of the most bizarre quotes in history.
Here are just a few of my favorites:

"Sexual harassment on the job is not a problem for virtuous women"

"Feminism is doomed to failure because it is based on an attempt to repeal
and restructure human nature."

"How did you get to work last week, how many people rode in the vehicle
with you, how many minutes did it take you, and what time did you leave
home? Is this question designed to facilitate Al Gore's plan to eliminate
the internal combustion engine?" [Schlafly on the 2000 census. The same
question also appeared on the 1990 census.]

"Sex education classes are like in-home sales parties for abortions"

It would be nice if we could just dismiss Phyllis as deranged old crank,
but, sadly, her various crusades have had a huge impact on America (It was
Schlafly who, in her 1964 book A Choice Not an Echo, first argued
for taking the Republican presidential nomination away from the "Eastern
liberal establishment" and running a conservative). If you don't think so,
just compare teenagers of my era (1976 - 1982) to the ones of today.

I, like my peers, spent most of my adolescence trying to get laid. Today's
teens seem to be exerting all of their time and energy in the opposite
direction. Who would've thought, 25 years ago, that young people would
ever have to work hard at not having sex? To me, that's like
hearing someone say "I struggle, every day, not to win the lottery."

Today's teens, in fact, work so diligently at not getting laid that
they've actually come up with tools to aid them in not doing the nasty.
These tools include chastity rings and chastity pledges.


I'd have no problem with all of this mumbo jumbo, if it actually prevented
unwanted pregnancies and STDs (you know, the way condoms do).

Unfortunately, it doesn't

A study of 12,000 teenagers conducted at Columbia University found that
88% of those who made a chastity pledge went on to have sex before
marriage. They were also 20% less likely to use a condom than teens who
hadn't taken the pledge.

Happy birthday, Phyllis.



Rodney on 09.21.04 @ 04:09 PM EST [link]


Monday, September 20th

Rise of the Creative Asshole


warning (19k image)Somewhere, deep in the back of my brain, claws the nagging knowledge that,
had I put forth just a little effort, I could've stopped it. Just as,
somewhere in my heart, lurks the feeling that I should've at least tried
to stop it.

I could've organized a protest - some sort of sit in. Other groups had
similar ideas, and planned to block the doors. Would that have really
stopped it, or just provided it with its very sustenance - publicity? I
could've been more vocal in explaining to people why it was a bad idea and
why shouldn't have welcomed it. I could've written editorials, called in
to radio shows, or distributed flyers. But I was preoccupied by such
banalities as paying my rent and putting food on my table that I never got
my ass in gear. Maybe I'm deluding myself. Maybe it could've never been
halted in its cloven tracks. Maybe it was inevitable - like an earthquake.

By "it", I of course mean the production of MTV's The Real World XV
- Philadelphia
. The toehold of the invasion of Olde City by assholes.

Of course, years from now, when blame is assigned, I'm certain that
there'll be no finger-pointing in my direction. By now, most people know
that, despite a rumor to the contrary, it wasn't a little stunt of mine
that imbedded the idea of using Philly as a backdrop in the tiny,
reptilian brains of the suits at MTV.

No, someday, in the near future, when a members of the Committee on Just
How Things Turned Out So Shitty
are scratching there balding heads and
looking for someone to pin the blame on, one name will simultaneously
appear on their lips - Florida.

Not the state of Florida, although The Disney Corporation has been
responsible for some of Philly's woes. No, I'm talking about Richard
Florida, the fellow who wrote the book The Rise of the Creative
Class
.

It was Mr. Florida who put forth the idea of "creative capital". In a
nutshell, Dick's theory is "creative types" (Gays, artists, performers,
Gay performance-artists) are the canaries in the coalmine of economic
development. These groups move into decaying urban areas and breathe new
life (Culturally and economically) into them.

Once these former urban wastelands are transformed into little Bohemias,
white collar workers (usually in the computer industry) flood into the
area which then becomes a sort of Utopia of the New Economy.

This theory has won many converts on city councils throughout the nation.
That's why you're starting to see cities actually promote "Artistic
neighborhoods", a type of pre-zoned anti-authoritarian land, if you will.
Or, as my wife has christened it "Faux SoHo." It's as if the in the early
50's, City of New York would've put up signs in Greenwich Village that read
"Beatniks only, please."

This begs the question, did your ancestors come to this country because
they heard that there were opportunities here for working people, or because
of their interest in Avant Garde theater. Yeah, I thought so.


helhouse (33k image)Which brings us to Olde City and The Real World.

A few years back, Olde City began to develop a reputation as the new "hip"
neighborhood in the city. Slowly, at first, the empty storefronts began to
morph into trendy art galleries. And everyone agreed that this was a good
thing, because anyone could get into these galleries.

Next the theaters and the Fringe festival came to Olde City and, once
again, everyone agreed that this was a good thing, because anyone could
get go to the theater or attend the Fringe festival.

The, like mushrooms sprouting on a pile of shit, ultra-hip restaurants and
clubs began to appear. And the owners of these restaurants and clubs agreed
that this was a good thing, because only the "right sort of people" could
get in. Pretty soon crowds where flocking to Olde City's hot spots to catch
a glimpse of the Sixers' Alan Iverson. And, as any Philadelphian will tell
you, wherever AI goes, gunfire follows.

Just when it seemed that Olde City couldn't possibly become more annoying,
The Ducks arrived. The Ducks are amphibious vehicles that ferry tourists,
40 at a time, though Olde City and into the Delaware River. Children who
ride The Ducks are provided with plastic duck bills which make a quaking
sound whenever the kids blow into them. And those kids blow into them a lot.

The Ducks provide suburbanites with a safe* way to explore the city. In the
past, if these folks wanted explore Philadelphia, they were forced to do
so on foot, often encountering the smell of urine and the homeless. Today,
thanks to The Ducks, the entire family is sequestered high above all that
urban unpleasantness while eardrum pounding music and the constant sound
of children quacking drown out the rants of insane street people.

Of course, nothing ever turns into an official debacle until the Mayor's
brother, Milton, joins in the fun.

And so we come to Anonymous' Law of Gentrification: Fist come the
"creative types", then come the "creative type" -wannabees, then come the
Assholes (and nothing attracts Assholes like
The Real World). Then
the "creative types" leave.


Five years from now, Olde City will once again be an urban wasteland, but
a wasteland of a different sort. The galleries will be gone, replaced by
Disney-esque theme eateries and kitschy clothing store where neither you
nor I can afford to shop.

And that's why, whenever someone tells me that I shouldn't get so upset
about The Real World because, after all, it's just a TV show, I
remind them that The Rise of the Creative Class is just a book.

OK, you know the drill - no criticisms without offering solutions. And, in
this case, the solution is pretty simple. The people of Olde City
should've had the right to vote on rather or not their section of town
would be turned into a yuppie Disneyworld.

No one asked them if they wanted Ducks thundering down their streets, or
if they wanted seven strangers to find out what happens when people stop
being polite and start being real in their backyard.

In America everybody should have a right to make a buck, but not if making
that buck means the death of a neighborhood.


* Well, maybe not that safe. On the 30th of June, 2001, the amphibious
vehicle Lady Duck began taking on water in the Ottawa River.
Although all eight passengers and the tour guide managed to swim to safety,
the Duck later capsized and sank.

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Volume One, Numer Two in the RATYHTL series of Trading Cards.



Rodney on 09.20.04 @ 03:07 PM EST [link]




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