Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Writing checks today that tomorrow can't cash

You're looking a little sleepy.
Oil prices hit a record high of $97 a barrel on Tuesday, but the next generation of consumers could look back on that price with envy. The dire predictions of a key report on international oil supplies released Wednesday suggest that oil prices could move irreversibly over the $100 a barrel threshold in the not too distant future, as the global economy faces a serious energy shortage.
SO REPORTS Time magazine. All awake now?

Good. Here's what else the piece says:

This gloomy assessment comes from the International Energy Agency, the Paris-based organization representing the 26 rich, gas-guzzling member nations of the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD). The agency is not known for alarmist warnings, and its World Energy Outlook is typically viewed by policy wonks as a solid indicator of global energy supplies. In a marked change from its traditionally bland, measured tones, the IEA's 2007 report says governments need to make urgent, bold decisions on energy policy, or risk massive environmental and energy-supply crises within two decades — crises and shortages that could spark serious global conflicts.

"I am sorry to say this, but we are headed toward really bad days," IEA chief economist Fatih Birol told TIME this week. "Lots of targets have been set but very little has been done. There is a lot of talk and no action." .

The reason for the IEA's alarm is its expectation that economic development will raise global energy demands by about 50% in a generation, from today's 85 million barrels a day to about 116 million barrels a day in 2030. Nearly half that increase in demand will come from just two countries — China and India, which are electrifying hundreds of cities and putting millions of new cars on their roads, most driven by people who once walked, or rode bicycles and buses. By 2030, those two countries will be responsible for two-thirds of the world's carbon gas emissions, which are the primary human activity causing global warming .

India and China have argued against enforcing strict emission controls in their countries, on the grounds that these could hinder their economic growth and prompt a global economic slowdown. But the new IEA report says working with China and India on alternative energy sources and curbing emissions is a matter of global urgency.

The bad news is not only environmental. As the world scrambles to boost energy supplies over the next two decades, an ever-greater percentage of its supplies of oil and gas will come from a dwindling number of countries, largely arrayed around the Persian Gulf, as the massive North Sea and Gulf of Mexico deposits are finally exhausted. That will leave the industrialized countries far more dependent on the volatile Middle East in 2030 than they are today, and the likes of Saudi Arabia, Kuwait and Iran will dictate terms to companies like ExxonMobil and Chevron, which increasingly operate as contractors to state-run oil companies in many producer nations.

"Most of the oil companies are going to be in an identity crisis, and need to redefine their business strategies," Birol says. The soul-searching may have already begun, as oil executives begin sounding the alarm about the supply crunch that lies ahead. Last week, Christophe de Margerie, CEO of the French oil giant Total, told the Financial Times that even the target of 100 million barrels a day is an optimistic one for an industry that currently produces 85 million — far short of the 116 million barrels a day the IEA projects will be needed by 2030 to fuel the global economy.

And in a sharp departure from the usually reassuring comments offered by Big Oil executives, De Margerie said companies and governments now realize that they have overestimated the amount of oil that could be extracted from places difficult to reach and costly to explore. "It is not my view, it is the industry view," he said. In other words, the message is that the current sky-high oil prices may not be a temporary burden on the world economy.

IF YOU'RE not much worried, try reading what Georgetown professor Patrick Deneen has to say. And remember, it's his job to study this stuff:
Declining oil production does not solely imply more costly commutes; indeed, when considering the profound effects of higher energy costs (i.e., less net energy in the world), higher commuting costs seem to be of comparatively negligible importance. The effects of peak oil throughout the economic system (including in the most obvious form of higher transportation costs) have far-reaching and world-altering consequences.

First, declining amounts of energy raises serious questions about the viability of “globalization.” This phrase, taking the descriptive form of a process, implies an apparently inevitable and irreversible set of actions that no human activity can resist or prevent....

Globalization, simply put, describes a world in which ever-greater interpenetration of culture and peoples has occurred as a result, at base, of economic expansion and interconnections. These economic interconnections themselves have been the consequence of the spread of free market economic system worldwide, a system that has depended essentially upon thoroughgoing mobility and ease of transportation. The current form of global capital rests on a worldwide labor market in which low-cost markets produce goods for more wealthy high-cost labor markets, which in turn trade for developments in technology and what Robert Reich has called the “products” of “symbolic analysts.” We inhabit a world almost unthinkable, if nevertheless attributable at least in theory, to Adam Smith, in which extremely low cost markets, producing goods largely made of plastic and chemical derivatives (i.e., petroleum), supply high-labor markets with products produced more cheaply than if those same products were produced in the same town as the consumer. The low cost of the raw materials (forms of petroleum) and the overall low cost of bulk transport (shipping and air-freight, propelled by petroleum), result in the cheap production of a nearly unimaginable array of products, all of which rest significantly on a platform of cheap and ample fossil fuels. Peak oil implies higher costs. However, higher prices are themselves a signal of a more fundamental phenomenon, namely less overall energy and less overall material. To the extent that the material form of globalization rests upon this base, the arrival of peak oil means that this basis of globalization will begin to unwind.

“Symbolic analysts” and hence advanced modern economies will be also adversely affected. In the simplest form, declining energy (as was evidenced in 1971) will result in less overall economic activity. A contraction of the economy will occur, and with it, the basis of many of the jobs that now result from an economy based upon growth. Much of the financial services industry will unravel; indeed, banking itself will come under extreme stress as fiat currencies loose value worldwide, and inflation makes existing and future loans increasingly worthless and dries up sources of investment. Material and technological development itself will stall as there is less overall investment, and the basic platform of modern high-tech communication and computing – electricity – will become increasingly expensive. High electrical costs may be forestalled with the increased reliance upon nuclear energy, but that very increased reliance will quickly manifest itself in the form of higher prices due to limited worldwide supplies of uranium.

Movement of products and people will become more difficult and less frequent. There is significant question about the future viability of commercial aviation. Once exclusively the privilege of a wealthy elite, it is likely that commercial aviation will again become the province of the very well-off and a rare experience for a middle-class that has come to take it for granted – but only after significant contraction in the number of existing carriers and, accordingly, flight routes. Many parts of the country and the world that were once isolated will find themselves again less accessible, and less easily departed from. Inasmuch as globalization has particularly rested on the long-term expansion of aviation, with the imminent arrival of peak oil, its future is deeply in question.

Domestically, the national economic system depends extensively upon trucking. This industry will become increasingly strained with the arrival of peak oil, most immediately in the form of higher energy costs which will be passed on to consumers in the form of higher prices for goods and services. The interstate highway system will come under stress, inasmuch as the primary ingredient of pavement – petroleum – will make repairs on roads more costly and therefore rare. Higher prices will mean less ability to afford even what have come to be regarded as the necessities of civilization. These include not only “necessities” such as labor-saving devices, pharmaceutical products (many of which are themselves based on petroleum products), household items and the like, but perhaps most importantly of all, food. Indeed, the implications of peak oil upon food costs, and food production itself, border on the apocalyptic.

The imminence of peak oil directly and adversely impacts our ability to grow and transport sufficient quantities of food. The amount of fossil fuels used to grow basic agricultural commodities, and hence, to provide feedstock and ultimately fill our supermarkets, in the form of fertilizers, fuel for farm equipment, refrigeration and food transportation, is enormous. It is estimated by some that it takes approximately the fossil fuel equivalent of ten calories to put one calorie of food on our tables – significantly higher if one considers a meat diet. Another way of considering this equation: the equivalent of approximately 300 gallons of petroleum or its derivatives are necessary to produce our annual diet. Still another way to consider this fact: our daily diet would require the equivalent of 111 hours, or three weeks, of human labor. With the arrival of peak oil, our capacity to continue to produce adequate food supplies for a planet of 6 billion people will increasingly come into question. Already it has been noted that the demand for corn for the processing of ethanol has led to a steep increase in food costs, particularly given the extent to which corn lies at the root of much of the modern industrial world’s diet. Some of the gloomiest prognosticators of the peak oil phenomenon foretell the horrors of a global “die off.”
THE PARTY'S OVER, people, and we're going to wake up to one hell of a hangover.

We, particularly in the United States, have been living like there's no tomorrow, what with all our obnoxiously huge houses in obnoxiously far-flung "communities" from which we commute to our jobs in obnoxiously large SUVs.


In our land of the everlasting today, we no longer can distinguish between "want" and "need." We have a choice: We can stop the madness, or we can continue on like there's no tomorrow.
But if our self-indulgent lifestyles keep writing checks today that our futures can't cash tomorrow, there's this one little problem.

Tomorrow.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Let's all 'pull a Rose' for America

What if an entire country "pulled a Rose" this week?

Would that be it? Would America fall apart, descend into chaos, plummet into an economic death spiral?

Or would we regain a slight semblance of national sanity for the first time since,
oh . . . about 1938.

SO, WHAT'S "pulling a Rose"?

This is "pulling a Rose" -- Jim Rose being the now-former radio play-by-play announcer for Nebraska football and baseball -- as reported by the Lincoln Journal Star
:

Jim Rose spent Saturday at home with his family, watching the Nebraska-Kansas game on TV.

It was strange, yet it wasn’t, he said.

He missed announcing the game on the radio, but relished the time he had with his wife and two children, ages 11 and 7.

“I enjoyed it … really enjoyed it” the “Voice of the Huskers” said Tuesday.

In the end, it was his family and his health that prompted Rose to give up his “dream job.”

Rose, 44, resigned after six years as play-by-play announcer for the Nebraska football team, citing personal reasons.

“I think the demand of the job, of six years of getting up at 4:30 in the morning and working until late at night … it was beginning to take its toll on me,” Rose said. “I wasn’t feeling very well.”

Rose made the announcement on Omaha radio station KFAB, where he co-hosts a morning show.

Greg Sharpe replaced Rose on Saturday’s Nebraska-Kansas football broadcast and also handled Rose’s duties as host of Sunday’s televised Bill Callahan Show.

“Last week, it got to the point that there was really something tragically wrong with me,” Rose said. “I had to stop everything and figure out what it was.

“I wasn’t ready for the KU broadcast. I put in the time, but I wasn’t ready.”

Sharpe will handle Rose’s duties for the rest of the season, said David Witty, vice president and general manager of the Husker Sports Network.

(snip)

Rose will remain with Husker Sports Network in the sales department. He also will continue to co-host the KFAB morning show.

He has given up all his on-air responsibilities for the network. In addition to calling Husker football games, he appeared on various pre- and post-game shows and handled play-by-play for the Nebraska baseball team.

(snip)

Adrian Fiala, who worked with Rose as a color analyst, said he understood Rose’s decision.

“His health and well-being is much more important than the sports things we’re talking about,” he said. “I told him last night he needs to get some balance back in his life and get better.”

Rose called his time as Nebraska’s announcer rewarding and exciting.

“But I was always doing a little of this and a little of that,” he said. “There always was a phone call coming in, an interview to do, a banquet to emcee …”

“I loved doing that stuff. It wasn’t work for me. I just regret the toll it was taking on me and my family.”

GOOD ON JIM ROSE. Our status-obsessed and materialistic American culture tells us -- told him -- that he's losing money, losing prestige, losing the chance to climb to greater "heights."

Even now, the Nebraska rumor mill is debating what really caused Rose to walk out on a sweet gig. That very conventional "wisdom" says Jim Rose switched on his mic
this morning, then lost face.

I guess you could look at it that way. Even if you do, good on Jim Rose.

And I think that great quartet of philosophers -- John, Paul, George and Ringo -- will back me up on that. In a seminal work on the socio-psychological underpinnings of Western anomie amid great material wealth and professional achievement, the four opined in "Can't Buy Me Love" that absent spiritual and emotional fulfillment, great wealth and achievement -- to use the rather crude American vernacular here -- "ain't all it's cracked up to be." To wit:
Can't buy me love, love
Can't buy me love

I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright
I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright
'Cause I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

I'll give you all I got to give if you say you love me too
I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you
I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

Can't buy me love, everybody tells me so
Can't buy me love, no no no, no

Say you don't need no diamond rings and I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can't buy
I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

Can't buy me love, everybody tells me so
Can't buy me love, no no no, no

Say you don't need no diamond rings and I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of things that money just can't buy
I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

Can't buy me love, love,
(Can't buy me) love
THE WORLD SAYS Jim Rose: Husker Play-by-Play Guy, threw away a great job. I say Jim Rose: Husband and Dad regained a better family.

You want the truth? Oh, look at the time . . .
time for you to go. Thankyoucomeagain!




Boy did MSNBC's Keith Olbermann just tee off on the Bush Administration over its torturing ways in the War on Terror. This, from ABC News, is why:

A senior Justice Department official, charged with reworking the administration's legal position on torture in 2004 became so concerned about the controversial interrogation technique of waterboarding that he decided to experience it firsthand, sources told ABC News.

Daniel Levin, then acting assistant attorney general, went to a military base near Washington and underwent the procedure to inform his analysis of different interrogation techniques.

After the experience, Levin told White House officials that even though he knew he wouldn't die, he found the experience terrifying and thought that it clearly simulated drowning.

Levin, who refused to comment for this story, concluded waterboarding could be illegal torture unless performed in a highly limited way and with close supervision. And, sources told ABC News, he believed the Bush Administration had failed to offer clear guidelines for its use.

The administration at the time was reeling from an August 2002 memo by Jay Bybee, then the head of the Office of Legal Counsel, which laid out possible justifications for torture. In June 2004, Levin's predecessor at the office, Jack Goldsmith, officially withdrew the Bybee memo, finding it deeply flawed.

When Levin took over from Goldsmith, he went to work on a memo that would effectively replace the Bybee memo as the administration's legal position on torture. It was during this time that he underwent waterboarding.

In December 2004, Levin released the new memo. He said, "Torture is abhorrent" but he went on to say in a footnote that the memo was not declaring the administration's previous opinions illegal. The White House, with Alberto Gonzales as the White House counsel, insisted that this footnote be included in the memo.

But Levin never finished a second memo imposing tighter controls on the specific interrogation techniques. Sources said he was forced out of the Justice Department when Gonzales became attorney general.

AFTER ALL, if your war is on a concept, terror, and you've decided to fight fire with fire -- or abject evil with yet more abject evil -- doesn't that make fire/evil/terror the winner by default?

And when the government of the United States subverts the legal system of the United States to do just that, doesn't that make George Bush's Amerika a fascist state?

I'm just sayin'. But Olbermann, in Monday night's "Special Comment" on Countdown, says it so much better:
Study after study for generation after generation has confirmed that torture gets people to talk, torture gets people to plead, torture gets people to break, but torture does not get them to tell the truth.

Of course, Mr. Bush, this isn't a problem if you don't care if the terrorist plots they tell you about are the truth or just something to stop the tormentors from drowning them.

If, say, a president simply needed a constant supply of terrorist threats to keep a country scared.

If, say, he needed phony plots to play hero during, and to boast about interrupting, and to use to distract people from the threat he didn't interrupt.

If, say, he realized that even terrorized people still need good ghost stories before they will let a president pillage the Constitution,

Well, Mr. Bush, who better to dream them up for you than an actual terrorist?

He'll tell you everything he ever fantasized doing in his most horrific of daydreams, his equivalent of the day you "flew" onto the deck of the Lincoln to explain you'd won in Iraq.

Now if that's what this is all about, you tortured not because you're so stupid you think torture produces confession but you tortured because you're smart enough to know it produces really authentic-sounding fiction — well, then, you're going to need all the lawyers you can find … because that crime wouldn't just mean impeachment, would it?

That crime would mean George W. Bush is going to prison.

Thus the master tumblers turn, and the lock yields, and the hidden explanations can all be perceived, in their exact proportions, in their exact progressions.

Daniel Levin's eminently practical, eminently logical, eminently patriotic way of testing the legality of waterboarding has to vanish, and him with it.

Thus Alberto Gonzales has to use that brain that sounds like an old car trying to start on a freezing morning to undo eight centuries of the forward march of law and government.

Thus Dick Cheney has to ridiculously assert that confirming we do or do not use any particular interrogation technique would somehow help the terrorists.

Thus Michael Mukasey, on the eve of the vote that will make him the high priest of the law of this land, cannot and must not answer a question, nor even hint that he has thought about a question, which merely concerns the theoretical definition of waterboarding as torture.

Because, Mr. Bush, in the seven years of your nightmare presidency, this whole string of events has been transformed.

From its beginning as the most neglectful protection ever of the lives and safety of the American people ... into the most efficient and cynical exploitation of tragedy for political gain in this country's history ... and, then, to the giddying prospect that you could do what the military fanatics did in Japan in the 1930s and remake a nation into a fascist state so efficient and so self-sustaining that the fascism would be nearly invisible.

But at last this frightful plan is ending with an unexpected crash, the shocking reality that no matter how thoroughly you might try to extinguish them, Mr. Bush, how thoroughly you tried to brand disagreement as disloyalty, Mr. Bush, there are still people like Daniel Levin who believe in the United States of America as true freedom, where we are better, not because of schemes and wars, but because of dreams and morals.

YES, THERE ARE STILL people like Daniel Levin left, but our overseers are hopeful that what waterboarding and political smears can't deal with, whiskey/sexy/stuff just might.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Bubba to bombardier . . . Bubba to bombardier

This was staggeringly stupid, especially in the six years since 9/11 -- three idiot North Carolina teen-agers in a rented plane buzzing a football game near Charlotte.

I keep wondering, in an age where we're constantly fretting over the moronic things adolescents do to get themselves and others killed in cars, why the hell are we letting them fly planes, contraptions that would allow someone as stupid as this 17-year-old pilot to do some real damage?

I shake my head. I imagine the Charlotte Observer reporter was shaking his head, too:

A 17-year-old Hopewell High student was apparently acting on a dare when he did a fly-over prank at a Hopewell High football game Friday, at one point dipping below the stadium lights.

Charlotte-Mecklenburg Schools officials said Sunday that the teen pilot and two teen passengers flew the length of the field three times around 8 p.m. The plane reportedly came within feet of a flag pole.

On the final pass, a pair of tennis shoes and a football dropped from the single-engine Cessna 172 into the end zone, officials said.

The pilot, who apparently broke multiple federal aviation laws, is being investigated by the Federal Aviation Administration, Huntersville police and CMS.

“My immediate reaction was that we were going to have a terrorist act of some sort,” said Vincent “Bud” Cesena, head of CMS law enforcement, who was among the 4,000 people in the stands.

“Then, as he circled, you saw that it was kids in the plane, and I was hoping it that it was just some kind of prank. I was thinking to myself: ‘Should I empty the stands and risk someone being trampled or see what happens?’ I knew for sure someone would get hurt if I emptied the stands.”

Witnesses say the plane came within 75 feet of an embankment at the field at the school on Beatties Ford Road in Huntersville.

I MEAN, good God Almighty! These young fools are lucky no one got rattled enough about a potential terrorist attack that he tried shoot that plane down with whatever firearms happened to be handy.

FEMA: Putting the 'hell' in 'help'

If you were among the working poor and owned your own modest home in New Orleans prior to Aug. 29, 2005, chances are it's not there anymore. Or that it's ruined, and that Louisiana's "Road Home" program hasn't delivered any cash to un-ruin it.

IF YOU WERE
one of New Orleans' many working poor and rented a modest apartment before Aug. 29, 2005, chances are it's not there anymore. And that what apartments remain available might well be in a neighborhood so dangerous you dare not go there.

Or -- if there's somewhere you can hang your hat without a slug tearing through your head -- the rent is probably double what you can afford. Not a good situation for a city needing workers to drive its recovery from the Great Federal Flood, which other Americans remember as Hurricane Katrina.

In fact, a sane government might consider the lack of housing that workers can afford to be something of a crisis situation.


We are not governed by sane people.


IN FACT,
the Federal Emergency Management Agency has taken a different approach to the lack of affordable housing for the working poor. It's closing the FEMA-trailer sites in Orleans Parish and elsewhere along the ruined Gulf Coast and throwing residents, in effect, out into the streets.

Quite frankly, I'd say that was probably worth a good insurrection. But, also quite frankly, the folks being tossed out on their figurative ears probably are too tired and too beat down to even muster a good picket line.

Which is exactly what vermin like the GOP party hacks deadheading at the throttle of the Capitalismfodder Express count on. Not that the Democrats are any better, of course.


Down in Uz New Orleans, the Book of Job
Times-Picayune covers the outrage of the day:
Shirley Hitchens took a few deep breaths.

Sitting inside her FEMA trailer, worry consumed her. The walls started to close in. So she walked outside to get some fresh air. Her feet crunched on the gravel driveway of her trailer park. She took a seat on a well-worn kitchen chair just past the entrance.

Hitchens, 59, fretted because she doesn't know where she and her son will be living next month. Now they're living in Central City, at A.L. Davis Park at Washington Avenue and LaSalle Street. But in mid-October, she found a notice on her trailer door from FEMA headlined, "A.L. Davis Playground Temporary Housing Site Is Closing November 18, 2007."

Basically an eviction notice, it offered the services of a caseworker and two apartment-search Web sites, both of them nonfunctional.

Shifting to another FEMA park was not an option.

"It is recommended that your next move is into permanent housing since all parks will be closing," the note said.

Neither the city nor FEMA has publicly announced any park closures in New Orleans. But during the past few months, the agency has quietly delivered eviction notices to residents at nearly half the city's parks.

Since August, FEMA has mothballed more than 800 trailers in New Orleans. More than 550 more will be emptied in the current round of eviction notices. But the agency's efforts to phase out the trailer parks, always intended to be temporary housing for hurricane victims, might leave many departing residents in unstable living situations, largely because of the city's steep post-Katrina rents.

Typically, residents have been given between 30 and 60 days to find new housing, but they say that's often not enough time, given the acute shortage of affordable housing in New Orleans. Most people still in trailers are working-poor renters who have clung to the temporary solution for a lack of other viable options in their now high-rent hometown, where the $500 rents that were once the norm are now a rarity.

The low-key efforts to shutter New Orleans FEMA parks contrast starkly with neighboring areas. In St. Bernard and Jefferson, parish officials have loudly advocated the parks' closure, mostly for aesthetic reasons. In Mississippi, FEMA officials announced recently that they hope to close all of the state's so-called "group sites" by the end of this year.

But New Orleans officials said they aren't pressuring FEMA to close its remaining 38 sites, which hold 1,447 trailers and are home to about 3,000 residents.

"This was driven by FEMA mandate," said Anthony Faciane, deputy director of neighborhood stabilization for the city's Office of Recovery Development and Administration. Faciane said the city's main concern was to see trailer occupants in stable housing once their parks were closed.

(snip)

Thomas said FEMA has no firm timeline to close all parks. "There is no set date," he said.

But even FEMA's in-house information on the closures seemed incomplete. The agency first listed 12 sites that had received notice recently. Then, when trailer occupants in other parks produced their eviction notices, FEMA added those parks to the list. In the end, Thomas said that within the past 45 days, FEMA had posted eviction notices at nearly half the city's remaining sites: 16 of 38 parks.

A.L. Davis Park was one of them.

At first, said Hitchens, some A.L. Davis residents didn't take FEMA's deadline seriously. Since Hurricane Katrina, the agency has continually delayed housing deadlines, sometimes on its own, sometimes upon court order.

In April, federal officials, including Powell, announced that on March 1, 2008, Gulf Coast trailer residents would begin paying rent. So trailer residents assumed that the parks would continue through at least March.

Hitchens said that her son had been looking for apartments, but he hadn't yet found anything suitable. "Do you think FEMA will throw us out if we don't find a place?" she asked.

Maybe.

Ask the municipal employee who used to live in a Gentilly FEMA trailer, near the Elysian Fields overpass on what used to be the city-run Perry Roehm Stadium. Before the storm, he and some co-workers had helped groom the park's ball field.

But on Tuesday morning, he drove away from it in a car piled high with his belongings. The apartment he had rented wasn't available until Nov. 6, he said, and his extended family was still in Houston. So he might rent a motel room. Or he might end up sleeping in his car.

He couldn't stay in his trailer. His FEMA caseworkers told him no, he said.

The man didn't want his name used because he didn't know what role his employer, the city, played in emptying the trailer park.

Thomas, the FEMA spokesman, said the mayor's office had "a specific desire to see those sites occupying playground and recreational areas to be deactivated as soon as possible," a contention city officials deny.

As FEMA decommissioned its trailer sites, the city asked the agency to put municipally owned parks at the top of the list so that recreational programs could reopen, said Faciane from the Office of Recovery Development and Administration. But the city didn't instruct FEMA to vacate the park land within any specific time frame, he said.

Two Perry Roehm residents, Wayne Williams, 45, and his neighbor Vickie Thomas, 34, met up last week at the trailer park's metal mailboxes for the last time. All of their belongings were packed up, they said, and the trailer keys were on the counters. Both of them are moving in with relatives, a common scenario for departing trailer-park residents.

Williams, a longshoreman, was one of the vital workers brought back to New Orleans about a year ago and housed in a trailer. He said he wished he could return to his home on Tennessee Street in the Lower 9th Ward. But he's still waiting for money from the Road Home program.

Thomas said FEMA officials believed that it was time for Gulf Coast families to "take full advantage of the resources being offered," including rental referrals and an offer to relocate trailers to occupants' own lots.

"The time is now, and we, FEMA, will be here to assist," he said.

Williams said he had tried to tap into that offer of transitional help. He told his FEMA caseworker that his home wasn't ready yet and that his lot was too small to accommodate a trailer. So his caseworker said he could get into another trailer -- in LaPlace.

"Too far," Williams said.

So he looked at the FEMA-referred apartments. But the places he could afford were in what he considered sketchy blocks in Central City and eastern New Orleans, where he said he would "have to sleep with one eye open."

Other rentals were in poor condition.

"There are apartments, and then there are apartments," he said.

Instead, Williams will be staying with family, sleeping on a couch.

"I'm just living day by day, and waiting for a door to open," he said.

Vickie Thomas and her 65-year-old mother are moving to her uncle's house. The two of them have been rehabbing the family house near the London Avenue Canal levee break with the help of Road Home money received in May. Thomas, who works in Tulane's ophthalmology clinic, estimates that the house will be habitable in about two months. But every apartment they looked at required a six-month lease.

Also, she said that most "decent" one-bedroom apartments are renting for at least $1,000 -- too much, on top of the flooded house's mortgage and insurance, which they're still paying.

"People think we're living here for free," she said. "But they don't think about those payments."

At first, Thomas hoped that maybe they could stay the extra two months. She explained their situation to FEMA staff, hoping they would extend their deadline. "They were not budging," she said.

Across the street from the A.L. Davis trailer park at the Friendly Super Market, longtime store employee Mike Pilot has heard endless fretting about the park's closing.

"A lot of people don't know what they're going to do or where they're going to go," he said as he stocked a cooler with soft drinks.

Pilot said he doesn't blame Road Home for his neighbors' current situation. "Most of them are not homeowners, only renters. They're making the same little money they're always made, but now they're up against high, high rents," he said.

The power of the arts

From The Associated Press:
An empty intersection. A tree surrounded by hurricane debris. Ruined houses still untouched since they were flooded by roof-deep water. Now they've been joined by an outdoor stage, with actors and an audience.

The city's darkest corner, the flood-flattened Lower 9th Ward where few people have rebuilt their homes 26 months after Hurricane Katrina, has been turned into a theater presenting a series of symbolic and poignant free performances of Samuel Beckett's "Waiting for Godot."

The performances are capturing the zeitgeist of a city waiting impatiently for Katrina's aftershocks to subside. So many people showed up for Friday's opening night performance, even those who'd never heard of Beckett before, that hundreds were turned away because seating was limited to 500. Some arrived with babies in their arms, others still in their blue work coveralls, others from the wealthiest parts of town.

Like the two tramps looking for Godot in Beckett's 1949 masterpiece, New Orleanians know about waiting.

"We waited for Red Cross. We waited for George Bush. We waited for rescue. We waited for housing. We waited in line for FEMA vouchers," 53-year-old Tyrone Graves said as he swatted mosquitoes in the warm twilight before the start of Friday's performance.

Katrina destroyed his home and drove him to Houston; he returned only recently, but still relies on friends and family to house him while he works with demolition crews.

"Waiting. I can tell you about waiting," he said.

(snip)

So then, "Waiting for Godot" and its stark flirtation with insanity and bouts of existential doubt speaks the language of the people here.

But the play is not purely gloomy. It is a vaudevillian tragicomedy, and this production seeks to point out the awfulness of Katrina while illuminating a place lacking in light.

"It's a form of resistance to a landscape that does not seem to be fertile to develop any sort of art," said Paul Chan, an activist artist who came up with the idea of doing the play in scarred New Orleans.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Death: It's the solution to everything!

twins

Murder, human experience has shown, generally is a poor method of problem solving.

Unfortunately, the medical profession never got the memo. So, with doctors being a bit thick when it comes to these things, sometimes the Almighty has to resort to a figurative bitch slap to get the message across.

NATURALLY, "stunned" medical professionals can't explain why nature was so uncooperative about acting like it was supposed to. The Daily Mail in London
has the "Cheerio! Pip pip, and all that rot!" details of "Yes, we did unsuccessfully try to kill you for your own good in the womb, but it seems to have all worked out in the end":
They say twins share a strong bond - but the one between Gabriel and Ieuan Jones was unbreakable.

When doctors found that Gabriel was weaker than his brother, with an enlarged heart,and believed he was going to die in the womb, his mother Rebecca Jones had to make a heartbreaking decision.

Doctors told her his death could cause his twin brother to die too before they were born, and that it would be better to end Gabriel's suffering sooner rather than later.

Thriving: Gabriel, right, with his twin brother Ieuan, is now a healthy 12lb 6oz at seven months

Mrs Jones decided to let doctors operate to terminate Gabriel's life.

Firstly they tried to sever his umbilical cord to cut off his blood supply, but the cord was too strong.

They then cut Mrs Jones's placenta in half so that when Gabriel died, it would not affect his twin brother.

But after the operation which was meant to end his life, tiny Gabriel had other ideas.

Although he weighed less than a pound, he put up such a fight for survival that doctors called him Rocky.

Astonishingly, he managed to carry on living in his mother's womb for another five weeks - until the babies were delivered by caesarean section.

Now he and Ieuan are back at home in Stoke - and are so close they are always holding each other's hand.

Mrs Jones, 35, a financial adviser whose husband Mark, 36, is a car salesman, said: "It really is a miracle. Doctors carried out an operation to let Gabriel die - yet he hung on.

"It was unbelievable."

LOOK AT THE PICTURE of those sweet children. Now, which one was supposed to be better off dead, again?

Saturday, November 03, 2007

They're not bothering to can the guy
because it's the Apocalypse, right?

"Again, all I would tell you is I have done
an
excellent job in every area. It's hard for
the media to know. But what we've done
off the field and what we did on the field,

it's well-documented. We did some positive
things. We haven't sustained it this year."


-- Nebraska Coach 'Excellent' Bill Callahan

He's STILL the coach? Damn!


"Again, all I would tell you is I have done
an excellent job in every area. It's hard
for the media to know. But what we've
done off the field and what we did on
the field, it's well-documented. . . ."

-- Nebraska Coach Bill Callahan

You mean Callahan's still the coach?
It's been hours since the game ended.


“I’ve done an excellent job in every area.”
-- Nebraska Coach Bill Callahan

I don't get it

Here's a simple question I don't know I've heard asked before: If it's legitimate for the United States to bomb the Muslim fruitcakes in Iran to keep them from getting The Bomb, why isn't it legitimate to take out the Muslim fruitcakes in Pakistan who already have The Bomb?

And who now are descending into political chaos.

Because the Pakistanis are our "friends"? Because there's nothing we can do without the Pakistanis blowing one up over Tel Aviv, or New Delhi . . . or Baghdad? Because we're feckless? Because there's nothing we really can do to keep the Iranians from getting nukes, either?


Because we don't care to, no matter how grave the threat?

What the hell is going on here?

MSNBC reports on chaos in the home of the "Islamic Bomb":
Gen. Pervez Musharraf declared a state of emergency in Pakistan on Saturday, ahead of a crucial Supreme Court ruling on his future as president, thrusting the country deeper into political turmoil as it struggles to contain spreading Islamic militancy.

Seven Supreme Court judges immediately rejected the emergency, which suspended the current constitution. The government blocked all television transmissions in major cities other than state-run Pakistan TV, and telephone services in the capital, Islamabad, were cut.

Opposition leader Benazir Bhutto flew from Dubai on Saturday and was sitting on a plane at Karachi airport, waiting to see if she would be arrested or deported, her spokesman Wajid Hasan said after speaking to the former prime minister by telephone from London.
Witnesses said 100 police and paramilitary troops were deployed at her home in Karachi, though it was not immediately clear if they were there as a protective cordon or to apprehend the opposition leader. A bomb disposal squad was also at the scene.

“The chief of army staff has proclaimed a state of emergency and issued a provisional constitutional order,” a newscaster on PTV said, adding that Musharraf would address the nation at 11 p.m. (7 p.m. ET).

A copy of the emergency order obtained by The Associated Press justified the declaration on the grounds that “some members of the judiciary are working at cross purposes with the executive” and “weakening the government’s resolve” to fight terrorism.

PTV reported that a new chief justice had been appointed to replace Iftikhar Mohammed Chaudhry, whom Musharraf tried and failed to oust this spring, sparking a popular movement against military rule. Judge Abdul Hameed Dogar was sworn in by Musharraf in his place.

The state of emergency follows weeks of speculation that the military leader, who took power in a 1999 coup and later made Pakistan a U.S. ally in its war on terror, could take the step. Military vehicles patrolled and troops blocked roads in the administrative heart of the capital.

Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice has urged a swift return to democracy in Pakistan and says it is “highly regrettable” the president has declared a state of emergency.

The U.S. and other Western allies urged Musharraf this week not to declare martial law or an emergency that would jeopardize the country’s transition to democracy. Crucial parliamentary elections are due by January, which are meant to restore civilian rule.
I GUARANTEE YOU, if a Western city is taken out by a terrorist nuke, the bomb -- or the technology behind it -- will have come from Pakistan, not Iran.

Think about that.

Someone tell me, what is the trigger-happy Bush Administration doing about the grave threat that is, as opposed to the threat that might be?

Friday, November 02, 2007

Music that matters . . . on the Big Show

Hi, my name's Mighty Favog, and I'm a redneck. Pretty much.

Hi, Favog!

I can't deny it. I am what I am, and I grew up where I grew up . . . blue collar to the core.

On New Year's Eve, I used to go out in the back yard and fire my shotgun into the air at midnight.


No lie.


And I never got arrested. Nobody ever even called the cops.


There you go.


Being that I am who I am, and grew up where I grew up -- in the bottom half of the Deep South -- it's no surprise that country music is embedded in a chromosome somewhere . . . X, Y and CMT, no doubt.

WHICH BRINGS ME to Porter Wagoner, who died last Sunday and who we salute this week on the
Revolution 21 podcast. Yeah, it's a bit of a departure from the Big Show's format, such as it is, but the Wagonmaster's departure from this vale of tears leaves those of us who remain all the poorer.

If you love good writing and gripping storytelling, you admire classic country music, and you revere Porter Wagoner, the Thin Man from West Plains, Mo.


At his best, Wagoner was like reading The Complete Stories of Flannery O'Connor in two minutes and 47 seconds. With steel guitar. And the legendary Buck Trent on electric banjo.

To hear the opening
twang und whine of a Porter Wagoner classic is to receive an electric shock to one's Southern soul and be transported back to a Saturday afternoon in front of a 1962 Magnavox console TV, watching the Pantheon of country music parade past you, week by week, in 525 lines of glorious monochrome on Channel 2 in Baton Rouge, WBRZ.

BACK THEN, I tended to regard this as I did my vegetables and red beans and rice. By the time I was an adult, though, I realized not only did I like vegetables and a big plate of red beans and rice, but that they were good for me.
And so was Porter . . . and Buck . . . and pretty Miss Norma Jean . . . and Dolly, too.

Those legends of country music, I now know, had become part of the soundtrack of my life . . . had shaped my musical sensibility . . . had wormed their way into who I would become.
Their songs were masterpieces of storytelling, exemplars of the craft of writing, paragons of wit and pithiness.

If you want to learn how to write with style, authenticity and a sense of humor, listen to classic country music.
Become acquainted with Porter Wagoner.

IF YOU'RE UNDER 25, you have grown up in a world almost totally devoid of the authentic. You have been surrounded by the calculating and the cynical. By panderers and the prurient.


You have been put into a narrow little box and removed from communion with those unlike yourself.

It's a big world out there, and there are giants walking among you, giants now aged and shunted aside. Legends of whom you know next to nothing, all because somebody in a corner office in a corporate headquarters far away has decided there's no more money to be made off of them.

But those forgotten giants know you. They have written about you -- and about someone you know -- because, though their artistic heyday was decades before you came into this world, human nature doesn't really change much as years go by.


Listen to the podcast. Go to a used record store. Step outside your consumer-culture comfort zone.

I dare you.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

We're going to reap exactly what we sow


Bad news on the doorstep -- or in the Internet cache, as the case may be -- this morning.

Americans have lost their minds to their libidos and indifference, and their kids are going to be the ones to pay the price. According to an Associated Press-Ipsos poll, something like 67 percent of Americans are just fine with schools passing out condoms and The Pill to their children.


THIS, OF COURSE, means that 67 percent of Americans have incredibly low expectations of their children and others', and seemingly are OK enough with that lack of trust, lack of faith and lack of hope that they are resigned to . . . well, everyone rutting like it's 1977 and there's only a couple of easily treatable STDs to worry about. That, and no God to remind you that you're better than rabbits in heat.

Here's the depressing news from the AP:
People decisively favor letting their public schools provide birth control to students, but they also voice misgivings that divide them along generational, income and racial lines, a poll showed.

Sixty-seven percent support giving contraceptives to students, according to an Associated Press-Ipsos poll. About as many — 62 percent — said they believe providing birth control reduces the number of teenage pregnancies.

"Kids are kids," said Danielle Kessenger, 39, a mother of three young children from Jacksonville, Fla., who supports providing contraceptives to those who request them. "I was a teenager once and parents don't know everything, though we think we do."

Yet most who support schools distributing contraceptives prefer that they go to children whose parents have consented. People are also closely divided over whether sex education and birth control are more effective than stressing morality and abstinence, and whether giving contraceptives to teenagers encourages them to have sexual intercourse.

"It's not the school's place to be parents," said Robert Shaw, 53, a telecommunications company manager from Duncanville, Texas. "For a school to provide birth control, it's almost like the school saying, 'You should go out and have sex.'"

Those surveyed were not asked to distinguish between giving contraceptives to boys or girls.

The survey was conducted in late October after a school board in Portland, Maine, voted to let a middle school health center provide students with full contraceptive services. The school's students are sixth- through eighth-graders, when most children are 11 to 13 years old, and do not have to tell their parents about services they receive.

(snip)

The 67 percent in the AP poll who favor providing birth control to students include 37 percent who would limit it to those whose parents have consented, and 30 percent to all who ask.

Minorities, older and lower-earning people were likeliest to prefer requiring parental consent, while those favoring no restriction tended to be younger and from cities or suburbs. People who wanted schools to provide no birth control at all were likelier to be white and higher-income earners.

"Parents should be in on it," said Jennifer Johnson, 29, of Excel, Ala., a homemaker and mother of a school-age child. "Birth control is not saying you can have sex, it's protecting them if they decide to."

About 1,300 U.S. public schools with adolescent students — less than 2 percent of the total — have health centers staffed by a doctor or nurse practitioner who can write prescriptions, said spokeswoman Divya Mohan of the National Assembly of School-Based Health Care. About one in four of those provide condoms, other contraceptives, prescriptions or referrals, Mohan said.

Less than 1 percent of middle schools and nearly 5 percent of high schools make condoms available for students, said Nancy Brener, a health scientist with the federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.

Underlining the schisms over the issue, those saying sex education and birth control were better for reducing teen pregnancies outnumber people preferring morality and abstinence by a slim 51 percent to 46 percent.

Younger people were likelier to consider sex education and birth control the better way to limit teenage pregnancies, as were 64 percent of minorities and 47 percent of whites. Nearly seven in 10 white evangelicals opted for abstinence, along with about half of Catholics and Protestants.
IT, FRANKLY, SPEAKS VOLUMES that Catholics, whose religion bans all forms of artificial birth control, poll no better than most groups -- and way worse than evangelicals -- on the issue. It speaks of a Church than has in practice surrendered to the Cult of the Eternal I Want, preferring to Be Nice than follow its murdered Savior's example of telling the truth and embracing the Cross.

It speaks of Catholics being no different from Protestants or pagans in turning their backs on all that is authentically divine -- as opposed to self-indulgently "divine" in the "I am my own deity" sense -- in themselves and their children. And in others and their children.

As Catholics -- at least those of us who still believe in all that stuff -- we embrace a faith that is both sacramental and incarnational. Let me define these terms, here, starting with "incarnation." According to the
Merriam-Webster dictionary:
1 a (1): the embodiment of a deity or spirit in some earthly form (2)capitalized : the union of divinity with humanity in Jesus Christ.
Now, "sacrament" -- again from Merriam-Webster:
1 a: a Christian rite (as baptism or the Eucharist) that is believed to have been ordained by Christ and that is held to be a means of divine grace or to be a sign or symbol of a spiritual reality b: a religious rite or observance comparable to a Christian sacrament.
People who say they adhere to a sacramental and incarnational faith, yet insist upon society throwing monkey wrench upon monkey wrench into the gears of how all that stuff works have, quite simply, forgotten who they hell they are and why the hell they are.

Simply, the Church always has taught that sex is legitimate only within marriage, and that holy matrimony is a sacrament -- an outward sign or symbol of a divine truth, as well as a means of obtaining grace. Within marriage and open to creating new life, sex not only is fun and gratifying, it's holy.

WITHIN MARRIAGE and open to new life, sex is a profound act of giving. Outside of marriage -- outside the sacramental commitment of marriage -- and closed off to new life, sexual intercourse is a profound act of taking. Of using another -- of causing another to sin profoundly -- just so you can get your jollies.

The fact that you're using Ortho, Trojans or both to thwart disease and parenthood only compounds the wrong by subverting how nature's God intended the whole thing to work. In doing this -- and in empowering schools to empower their charges to engage in "safe sin" -- Americans think they're being intelligent, civilized and "enlightened."

Instead, they're just running headlong away from their humanity (not to mention their divinity) and seeking safe haven with the animals. Worse, they're taking their children, and others', with them.

If we still looked at life incarnationally and sacramentally, we'd see that marriage and the children born of marital love is the closest we can come to being as God. That the family is how we model the Holy Trinity --
three persons, forever united, with one proceeding from the pure love flowing from the other two.

But that's not good enough for 67 percent of the American people, bunches of them Catholic. No, we want better than the divine.

WE WANT to eat the fruit of the tree of Trojan. We want to be animals.

And we will . . . we will.

Favogs don't come from nowhere . . .
or, 'People are just different down there'


I like to think of this blog, and the Revolution 21 podcast, as an ongoing conversation betwixt you and me. And I like to think -- like most great conversations -- it's about a lot of stuff.

SOMETIMES, I wonder whether y'all know what the hell to make of me. That's been happening to me a lot ever since I moved to Yankeeland with my Yankee bride.

So maybe it's time you know a little more about where I'm coming from, which has a bunch to do with where I come from -- the Gret Stet of Loosiana. Perhaps the best little story that tells the big story of the DNA of us folks hailing from the Gret Stet is one that happened a couple of years before I was born, the story of when the governor went nuts.

FOR WHATEVER REASON, I've been poring through old newspapers and newsweeklies I've saved over the last few decades. I guess, if nothing else, they've ended up as occasional fodder for the blog.

Tonight, I've been going through old issues of
Gris Gris, a long defunct Baton Rouge "alternative weekly," while enjoying Eddie Stubbs' tribute to the late Porter Wagoner on WSM out of Nashville. Anyway, I ran across the issue of June 15-21, 1976, which featured "I Remember Earl" as the cover story.

"Earl," of course, is the late Gov. Earl Long. And note that in Louisiana, the four major industries are petrochemicals, tourism, seafood and Uncle Earl stories.

THIS ONE -- Uncle Earl goes nuts -- will tell yo
u a lot of what you need to know about where I come from, and the . . . uh . . . eccentric milieu I stewed in for my first couple of decades or so. The fine story, which I love to reread every so often, is by Bruce Macmurdo:

Probably the most incredible saga of Earl's life occurred in his last years, when the irreconcilable pressures of integration, his own insatiable ambition and his crazy living pace finally took their toll. His famous nervous breakdown of 1959 made nationwide headlines and brought the Eastern press scurrying.

But the actual story of his commitment has never been published. We put together this story from some of the people who were there.

Earl had hit upon the fatal combination of pills and booze. He would take four or five Benzedrine, wash it down with whiskey, and then to calm himself down, he would take a few Milltowns, a barbiturate. By the time this was discovered, a family doctor said the blood vessels in his brain were bursting.

The family, including his nephew U.S. Senator Russell Long, gathered at the mansion to see what could be done. Earl was sitting up in his bed upstairs, screaming for something to drink. Besides whiskey, his favorite drink was grape juice, but when a nurse would bring him that, he'd pour it over his head. He believed that Russell was trying to murder him, so he refused to sleep. He had literally pinched his arms black and blue staying awake for 72 hours.

It was essential to get him to an institution out of state so that the lieutenant governor could take over. The state constitution had no provision for governors going crazy. But no institution anywhere in the country wanted anything to do with the Governor of Louisiana.

Finally the family called on labor leader Victor Bussie for his assistance. When Bussie arrived at the mansion, they called J0hn Seely Hospital in Galveston and told the doctors that they had this sick man, a labor leader named Victor Bussie, who was suffering from such delusions as thinking he was the Governor of Louisiana.

The hospital said bring him over, so the family, Bussie and some state troopers loaded the Governor into a car, much against his will, and drove him to Texas. They brough Earl into the hospital, naked to the waist, covered with grape juice stains and presented him as Victor Bussie, labor leader gone mad.

"G**damit to hell," raged Earl. "I'm not that sonofabitch Bussie. I'm Earl Long, Governor of Louisiana."


The doctors and nurses nodded as if to humor him and filled out the admission papers.

Once that was done and before they left, Bussie felt it only fair to tell them the truth: "You know that is the Governor of Louisiana."

The shocked doctors refused to admit him.

"Sorry about that, but you've got him," said Victor and walked out the door
.

"You WERE Dr. Belcher"

Earl managed to get a habeas corpus hearing in Galveston. Brooks Read, former WBRZ news director, recalls that the legendary sheriff from St. Landry, "Cat" Doucette, was at the hearing with the thickest roll of bills Read had ever seen.

"I come to bring my gubner home," said Doucette.

Long was released after agreeing to voluntarily enter Ochsner's [Ochsner Foundation Hospital in New Orleans -- R21] Less than 24 hours in Ochsner's and Earl was off heading toward Baton Rouge. Earl was committed again by his family, to Mandeville [Southeast Louisiana State Hospital, located in Mandeville -- R21] this time.

Even in these traumatic conditions Earl's wit didn't leave him. When he was greeted by an administrator at Mandeville, "Hello, I'm Dr. Belcher," Earl shot back, "You were Dr. Belcher."

He observed that most psychiatrists were nuttier than the people they treat. "Mostly self-anointed. It's not unusual in their profession for a man to lose all sense of equilibrium."

David Bell managed to crawl to Earl's window and tap $100 bills wrapped around toothpicks through a screen to the Governor to bribe the guards. Earl didn't have to use the money, as it turned out. He fired the Director of Hospitals, Jesse Bankston, and hired a new man who certified that he wasn't nuts.

Earl was released but he was never the same man. Those around him say he was much more bitter toward his enemies and much more suspicious of others than he had ever been before.
SO, YOU SEE, we folks from Louisiana don't know so much about good government, good schools or good roads, but in such situations, life does offer its tender mercies. We have a lifetime of great stories, a pot full of good coffee and -- usually -- a gut full of tasty vittles.

We're just different. But that's not necessarily all bad, once you get used to it. I am hopeful that, someday, my Omaha-born wife of 24 years will make the adjustment.

And since I did mention the importance of a pot of good coffee, here's another Uncle Earl story to close with -- again, as told by Bruce Macmurdo in Gris Gris:
"Best Coffee in D.C."

A former aide of a U.S. Senator recalled that he was awakened in the middle of the night by Earl, who insisted he come over to his hotel room and have some coffee. "Best coffee in D.C."

When he arrived, he was treated to the sight of a U.S. Congressman and two state legislators using whiskey bottles to pound pillowcases full of the unground coffee beans Earl had bought.