Thursday, September 30, 2010

Joe Arpaio: victim of a witch hunt?

Subject: Re: Joe Arpaio's office misused up to $80 million, Maricopa County says. 
Some believe the sherriff is the victim of a witch hunt. 

 
Yup, it's a witch hunt all right. 
We are hunting for witch America we want to live in.  One that puts people in prison in order to continue punishing them, or one that withholds people's freedom and works to improve their chances to live as contributing citizens. 
In my youth the rule of thumb in child rearing was, "Spare the rod and spoil the child".  Today's world is overrun by the products of that philosophy.  It seems to me that maybe there needs to be some thinking outside of the prison box. 
When I was punished as a lad, I was often placed in a corner with a spoonful of red pepper on my tongue.  At times I was simply shaken and slapped and spanked with a Willow branch.  This "training" taught me to be very sneaky and do my best never to get caught. 
It took many years to work my way out of that mind set.  We raised our children to understand that they were responsible people and we would explore together the results of their wayward actions.  We taught Trust and Love.  I am pleased to report that not only are my children upstanding citizens, but they have chosen to raise their children in the same manner.  With one exception.  They all agree that Dad lectured far too much. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Michele Bachmann; ignorant or just plain stupid


There can be only one word for anyone who believes that we are living under a Socialist Government. 

If Michele Bachmann actually believes this to be true, then
Michele Bachmann is Stupid. 
I know, some folks prefer the word Ignorant, suggesting that the person is not dull witted but merely uninformed on a particular subject.  But when you decide to run for a political position, you should at least understand what sort of a system you are planning to be a part of.  A bit of investigation is all it would take for
Michele Bachmann to realize that she is entering a Capitalist, International Corporate, Military Controlled system. 
If she does manage to get herself elected I hope the very first Socialistic government program she dumps will be the bloated military. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

a really strange dream

I had this really strange dream.  I was visiting Washington DC and decided to tour the White House.  But when I got there a sign said, "Welcome to the Hen House".  I went in, not knowing what to expect, but figuring I'd see a whole bunch of chickens.  Instead, sitting in the House and Senate chambers were rows upon rows of Foxes.  I know there had been chickens there once upon a time because the floors were still covered with feathers and chicken bones. 
I woke up crying. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Monday, September 27, 2010

Fw: Koch Industries Creates Congressional Candidate

 Re: Koch Industries Creates Congressional Candidate

Actually that was a typo.  His name is not Senator Sam Brownback.  It's Senator Sam Brown Nose.  And he has plenty of company in the Senate and in the House, both at the national level and within his home state. 
In today's Free America, if you want to get elected you must follow the money.  And what do we lead with when we follow the money?  Why, our noses, of course.  And where do we put our noses when we follow the money?  Well, our noses don't come up green, that's for sure. 
The Koch's and their buddies are following the Jarvis Election Plan to the dollar.  One dollar, one vote.  One million dollars, one Senator Sam Brown Nose. 
 
Curious Carl
 

FBI cites terror link in raids of local activists


This repoert of FBI intimidation causes my thoughts to go back to the days of the McCarthy House Un-American Activities Hearings.  The FBI played the same games back then. 
My dad had been a member of the American Communist Party in the late 30's and early 40's.  But by the time Truman declared the Communist Party to be illegal, and the McCarthy hearings were being broadcast across the nation's young TV networks, dad had not been a member for several years. 
Nonetheless his name was broadcast and his employer was notified that dad was under investigation.  Dad worked for a company owned by two brothers from Germany.  They knew intimidation and oppression when they saw it and told my dad that he was a valued employee and his job was safe.  But several of dad's friends were not so fortunate. 
One afternoon my two sisters and I had just arrived  home from school.  It was about 3:30 when the big black sedan pulled slowly past the house and parked in front of the neighbor's.  After a minute or two both doors opened and two very bulky fellows emerged and stood by the side of the car, looking up and down the street.  Then they close their doors and slowly ambled toward our front door.  They rang the door bell.  My sisters pushed me ahead of them to answer the door. 
"Hello," I stammered. 
"FBI," they drawled, showing me their official badges.  "Is your father home?" 
"He's at work," I told them, thinking that they surely must know that already. 
"Tell him we'll be back."  They both turned and stood on the front porch for a minute, looking around the street before wandering back to their car.  They finally drove away, never to return.  But several neighbors watched the entire performance from behind their window curtains and later asked my parents what the police wanted with us. 
These were tense times for us.  At the time my dad was a structural steel draftsman, and if his boss had given into the pressure to fire him, it would have meant that he would have been Black Listed in the entire field. 
I'm sure that those two FBI agents felt that they were good citizens, doing a Patriotic job.  But they were actually doing the bidding of the Corporate Bosses who were not defending Freedom, but were protecting their own interests. 
We have always lived in a divided nation.  My people were farmers and more recently from the Working Class.  That is where my loyalties remain. 
 
Curious Carl
 

how long oh Lord, how long?

As Gus Kahn wrote in 1921,
"There's nothing surer,
The RICH get rich and the poor get poorer,
In the meantime, in between time,
Ain't we got fun."
Doesn't it seem that we've been allowing the rich to get richer for too long a time now? 
And maybe Gus was having fun, but watching my children begin to struggle financially is no happy days. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Iranian President MahmoudAhmadinejad's Speech to the UN on Sep. 23, 2010 (Sep. 25, 2010)

This speech by President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's, is worth reading.  Too much of what we are fed through our own controlled media is deliberately misleading.  Having said that, I struggle to cut through his dogma and some very different views of the roles of men, women and children.  While I agree that in order for the human race to survive we must replace war and hatred with peace and love, the question is, upon whose terms do we base this "New Order"? 
 
Curious Carl
 
Subject: Think you'll find this fascinating!: Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's Speech to the UN on Sep. 23, 2010 (Sep. 25, 2010)


News Alert: U.S. Is Working to Ease Wiretapping on the Internet

Subject: Re: News Alert: U.S. Is Working to Ease Wiretapping on the Internet

Why is the government pussy footing around?  Let's get done with it. 
New Law, in the New World Order of the Empire Builders: 
 
We hereby declare that in order to qualify as True American Citizens, all such people must have stamped upon their left buttock their Social Security Number(Right cheek if they are left handed). 
All True Citizens of America shall submit to the implant of a chip that will track and report their every action and their every word.  Furthermore, in event science advances to the point of such a development, the People must also submit to the implanting of any device that may trace their thoughts even though such thoughts are unspoken. 
Only then shall we be able to throw off our shackles and be truly free from Terror. 
May the Force be with you. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Saturday, September 25, 2010

good news, bad news

All of us have silly, childish views when we are young.  The good news is that most of us out grow them.  The bad news is, we have to get old in order to out grow them. 
 
Curious Carl
 

reading playboy in Braille

 
I am reminded of the time Congress was going to "protect" the blind by refusing to fund the Braille publication of Playboy.  There was enough outrage that they quietly put that crazy idea out of their fuzzy little minds. 
I would never be so foolish as to try convincing anyone that I read Playboy for the articles.  Even if I'd convinced myself of that, once I was blind I did not have it read to me. 
But once Playboy came out in Braille, and I was teaching Braille at the training center, I subscribed.  I kept a shelf full of a number of Braille magazines in order to show students the variety of reading that was at their finger tips.  A number of students did browse the selections.  I kept three months back issues of each magazine. 
Once I tried making a center fold by using a Thermoform copy machine and a Barbie Doll but it didn't work out. 
 
Curious Carl
 

The Right of The Blind to Read Trash

To All Lovers of Trashy Novels.
It's all wrapped together in that ancient stereotype that "The Blind" are totally dependent and need protection by "Superior Sighted" benefactors. 
When I returned to college in the middle 60's as a blind man, reading material that was determined to be "Earthy" in nature was not being recorded for the general blind public. 
I remember a friend sneaking a tape to me to listen to.  It was a very descriptive novel of the Harlequin Romance variety with a bit of the French Post Card tossed in.  The reader actually drooled as he read the book.  It was sort of like buying bootleg booze.  Rough, course, but satisfying. 
So to put things in perspective, enter the Viet Nam War.  Even as congress was voting billions to "Protect" Americans from Communism, by bombing villages and forests in Viet Nam, Cambodia and Laos, that same congress felt moved to "Protect" the blind by refusing to fund the publication of Play Boy magazine in Braille. 
I must tell you that the blind community was much quicker in turning congress around than were the anti war protesters.  We blitzed congress.  The poor Saviors of the Blind must have been left with their halos spinning after we gave them what for. 
So today we blind folk are free to have recorded and to read all the same trash as are our sighted brethren. 
In the History of the Blind, the Play Boy incident will be but a footnote.  But there is a lesson that should not be passed over lightly. 
If the squeaky wheel gets the oil, as the old adage teaches, then the United Blind shouting and jumping up and down can get the attention of congress. 
Maybe it's time we did a bit more uniting, shouting and jumping around. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Friday, September 24, 2010

quitters never win

There are those who would love to see us Progressive Patriots quit.  But we must stand tall and together, arm in arm we must chant, "Nah Nee nah Nee nah.  Winners never quit and, quitters never win." 
So there! 
 
Curious Carl
 

This Country Just Can't Deal with Reality Any More

It's not a question of people choosing to ignore reality, it's generations of conditioning. 
For much of our nation's history we had very limited sources of information.  There were the church's doctrines, the company controlled newspapers, and word of mouth. 
Today it is the very opposite.  Still the churches and the company newspapers, but added to that is the vast corporate media.  Word of mouth has expanded via the internet to become an overload of information and misinformation. 
But through all of our history we have been missing a critical link.  We are not being taught how to think.  We are wallowing in a sea of words without a clue as to how to sort it all out and make sense of it. 
The problem lies at the feet of what we call Education. 
In setting out to teach literacy to all of our people(except the blind), we have focused on a process that substitutes down loading stuff into our brains in place of teaching our youth how to think and evaluate what is coming in through their eyes and ears. 
And so for generations we have produced young adults well prepared to go to war, sweat in the factories, slave in the fields and toil in the counting houses and produce and raise up the next crop of workers. 
On our way home this afternoon I was listening to Susan Boile singing "How Great Thou Art".  I got to thinking about all of the hymns of praise.  Over and over we eagerly give ourselves over to an all powerful super Being, surrendering our lives and our brains in eternal worship. 
We call this Heaven. 
In our schools we are taught to sit and listen and recite back that which has been fed into our computer brains.  Oh sure, our teachers and our parents say such things as, "Think about it!" or, "Use your head!"  But it is not aimed at thinking original thoughts.  They mean to think within the confines of the accepted information. 
The relative few who survive this conditioning and become free thinkers, do so in spite of their education rather than because of it. 
 
Curious Carl
 

smoke and mirrors


Smoke and mirrors.  We live in a world of smoke and mirrors.  You'd think that by now the average American could see the contempt that the Empire Builders hold us in.  How else can we explain their blatant lies in the face of our sinking ship of state? 
 
Curious Carl
 

the Pope; leading by apology

President Harry Truman said, "The buck stops here."  He held himself accountible for the actions of his government. 
The Pope did no such thing.  He merely apologized and prayed for those who had been abused. 
Perhaps the Pope's Bible reads differently than the King James version. 
 
(Matthew 7:1 KJV) "For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind:
 
As an Agnostic, I do not concern myself with standing before the Throne of God.  But I sometimes wonder how those evil priests and all of those foolish ones, including the Pope,  who covered up their evil acts, can sleep nights if they truly believe that there is a Judgment Day. 
 
"Not everyone who says to me, Lord, Lord shall enter into the Kingdom of Heaven". 
 
Curious Carl
 

Thursday, September 23, 2010

I never listen to Glenn Beck

 For the life of me, I can't understand why we bother to listen to the likes of Glenn Beck.  I refuse to wallow in his slop or that of any of his ilk.  First of all, I can make up better crap than what trickles from his demented brain and out of his toilet mouth.  I had other words for his mouth but this blog does have some decent, sensitive Souls reading it. 
It's not that Beck isn't a glib, quick witted fellow.  He didn't get where he is by being a sloth.  But he, and his carbon copies around the air waves and in the main stream media, are fronts for something far worse.  Really scary.  This whole Tea Party is beginning to remind me more and more of the days before Hitler and the Fascists seized power in Germany.  Remember?  Of course not.  Most of the folks who are still around from those long past days are either in assisted living facilities, or are hard pressed to recall their own names. But some history books still remain, telling us of the rise of the Nazi Party and it's bully boys, the brown shirts and the front men who went on the radio, and poured out their vile hatred in the news papers, and incited mobs on the street corners. 
The stench is in the air.  Perhaps it is some way from 1932 Germany, but as the Working/Middle Class Americans are forced into poverty, the Tea Party and similar front men/women will step up the cry for retaliation against the Evil Government.  Then, when it's too late, we'll understand that a coup has indeed occurred. 
 
Curious Carl
 

is easier better?

 
Of course gadgets make life easier.  I just can't help questioning whether having life easier is really being more independent.  I can tell you one thing for certain.  If my independence depends on keeping up with all the gadgets and stuff my children and grand children are packing around with them, I ain't got a chance. 
 
Curious Carl

State Must Move Mentally Ill Out of Group Homes

Back in the 70's.  I was living in Spokane and running a Snack Bar in the Spokane City Hall.  Governor Evans really pushed the concept that the folks in institutions were too isolated and should be moved out into the communities.  So they did.  Much of what I saw broke my heart.  Predators moved in and grabbed many of these people who were totally unequipped to fend for themselves.  One fellow was "given" a job in a nursing home.  His room was a small alcove next to the furnace.  He worked six days a week for room and board and usually they gave him chores on his day off, "because he needed to keep busy". 
My relief operator was a fellow who had lived many years at Lakeland Village and knew many of these people and they loved him dearly and came into my shop looking for him.  One day a young couple wandered in asking for Harold.  They had a baby of about 6 months of age.  As they came up to my counter their smell actually caused me to reel back.  Then they sat the baby smack down in the middle of my counter.  "Squish!"  When they learned that Harold was not working today, and I had given them sandwiches and cartons of milk, they headed off laughing and singing and dribbling baby poop as they went. 
 
Curious Carl
 

On repairing Vendors equipment

Note: The Business Enterprises Program trains and places blind people in food service operations as a part of the Vocational Rehabilitation Program through the Washington State Department of Services for the Blind. 
 
 
When I worked in the Business Enterprises Program as a BE Counselor, we would invariably get a call right as we sat down to lunch.  A frantic vendor would shout into the phone, "My display refrigerator quit.  Get someone down here at once.  I'll lose all my merchandise". 
Since the call usually came in from a location 100 to 250 miles away we were reluctant to drop our sandwiches and trot out to the facility. 
"Did you check the plug?'  we first asked. 
"What do you take me for, some sort of a moron?"  they would yell.  .  "just check to be sure," we admonished. 
After a few minutes the sheepish answer came back.  "Forget it, someone must have kicked the plug out". 
We repaired lots of equipment that way. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Obama's Budget Revealed: Money for Wars and Weapons, WhileMore Americans Face Joblessness

The masters speak and the president jumps.  "How high and how often?"  he cries. 
Look at the budget and then tell me whether or not we are owned by the military/industrial Masters. 
Watching my beloved America being devoured by the insatiable corporate Greed brings to mind the old Johnny Cash tune, "Down, down, down  into that burning ring of fire".  Can we put out the fire before it consumes all of us? 
 
Curious Carl
 

Monday, September 20, 2010

My thoughts on Michael Moore

My personal observation regarding Michael Moore. 
Michael Moore has a main theme that runs through any of his documentaries.  America belongs to Americans not to Corporations.  Not to a small group of Super Rich.  Americans need to understand that we are in a struggle for our democracy and for our freedom.  Americans have the goal of working together to promote the well-being of
All Americans.  Corporations have the goal of control, growth and profit.  The two goals are not compatible.  To support Corporate growth and power is to undermine Democracy and the American values. 
 
That is what I glean from Michael Moore's productions, as well as from listening to him speak. 
I consider him to be a Great American Patriot of the Highest Order. 
But then I'm just one old blind guy, mumbling out here in the Olympic Wilderness. 
 
Curious Carl
 
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Saturday, September 18, 2010 1:29 PM
Subject: Re: Healthcare: Jimmy Carter VS. Ted Kennedy

Dear Friends:
How interesting that someone should bring up Michael Moore.  Last night his movie Canadian Bacon was on TV and I got to watch and listen to it in its entirety.  If his mental processes are similar to the movie script I feel sorry for Michael.  I am sure he was trying to tell me something but I missed it entirely.  Sorry about that!
Regards,
R. E. (Dick) Driscoll, Sr.

...and did I mention Humble, too?

 
As a young man I shied away from my dad's very radical politics.  In my first marriage, in a confused state of being,  I became a "Born Again Christian", scaring the socks off my wife.  She had hoped I would accept Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior, but I wasn't supposed to go over the edge.  But I fell under the spell of the Holy Ghost and the Full Gospel, speaking in tongues and having visions with the best of them. 
Anyway, once I had my fling at Fantasy Land I became a closet Agnostic.  I must have been well into my 40's before I peeked out of the closet and startled my Christian friends and co-workers.  Or did I offend them?  But the point is that I've become more radical as I've aged.  I have also become better looking, wiser, richer, funnier, and...modest.  Did I mention humble, too? 
 
Curious Carl
 

The Secret Election: who's paying for it?

  Money is the name of the game.  Please refer back to the Jarvis Voting Plan.  One dollar, one vote.  Stuff the ballot box my friends.  Get the best candidate money can buy. 
You know, it might be something to think about if we installed a return counter at all polling places.  You buy a candidate and discover that he/she is flawed, you simply haul them back to the Poll and exchange them for a new model, or demand your money back. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Saturday, September 18, 2010

old attitudes die hard

Remember the old adage, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water". 
Which makes me wonder, how many of you have given or been given a bath in a free-standing tub?  One from which the water could be thrown out? 
Think of how many of our expressions come out of the past and are based on a way of life that no longer exists, or is fast disappearing. 
"A stitch in time saves nine."  How few people now pick up a needle and thread to do more than put a button back on a blouse or shirt? 
"A quarter past the hour", will make no sense to our grandchildren when clocks no longer have hands. 
And how do we really understand what a 250 horse power engine is? 
Little things like dialing the phone.  Really?  What do we do to a modern phone?  Punch it?  we can't dial something that has no dial. 
And what in the world do we mean when we say, "Just in the nick of time"?  Or, "It's down the road a piece". 
Well, before it sounds like I'm just babbling, which I am, my point is that we hang onto old expressions long past the day when we knew why we used them.  We say things out of habit because we have general agreement on what they represent. 
My grandma used to say, "He's so poor he doesn't have a pot to pee in, or a window to toss it out".  Now we understand that this fellow is really poor even though none of us have ever peed in a pot or looked for a window.  Have we? 
But here is my point.  We, as a society hold onto old outdated ideas just as we hold onto old expressions.  Our attitudes about blindness are based in thousands of years of beliefs that have been passed from generation to generation without folks ever giving much thought to them.  "Blind as a Bat", conveys a particular mental image when applied to a particular situation.  "He flew into a blind rage", tells us something about the antics of someone who is out of control.  "She groped blindly for the door", gives us a beautiful picture of how lost this poor soul is. 
"Down a blind alley", "He turned a blind eye".  All are expressions that all of us understand.  All are based on attitudes about folks who lived and died thousands of years ago and who lived in a very different world.  While we blind people live in a much different world and are very different than those lost souls on whom such expressions were based, we are nonetheless stuck with these expressions because they are broadly understood, and make a general picture of the point being made. 
They have nothing to do with how blind people function today, and yet they have everything to do with how society sees us. 
Try and think of ways the word "blind" is used in expressing a positive point. 
We say, "He had a keen eye for the task".  We know that this fellow is on top of the situation.  But there is no positive way of letting folks know that the blind person has just as keen an eye.  The word "blind" trumps all else. 
We blind people are up against something much bigger and deeper ingrained than merely proving that we are capable human beings.  Even as the waitress says to me, "My you people do so wonderfully well", she is responding to our collective understanding of blindness, not to me. 
Ten years after I had been totally blind, my dad said, "By golly, I believe that blind people really can do anything they set their minds to!"  I was taken aback.  "Dad," I said, "I don't understand.  You have always agreed with me that blind people can live as normal lives as sighted people". 
"Well," dad said, "I understood what you were saying, and intellectually it made sense.  But now I really Believe it". 
Today I understand that at that point Dad had stepped past all of the accumulation of ingrained attitudes about blindness. 
And this is where rehabilitation must come to.  More than just proving that we are as good as our sighted neighbors.  Even proving that we can do some things better than they can will not change that underlying, unspoken accumulation of belief. 
It could be said that along with rehabilitating the blind person, we must rehabilitate our entire society. 
 
Curious Carl
 
 

Thursday, September 16, 2010

more ramblings of an old blind agnostic

Frankly I am always caught off balance when I hear someone trash entire groups of people over the misbehavior of one or two or even a few dozen. 
I have known good, decent, caring people of just about every Faith, Race, Ethnicity and Sexual Orientation.  Well, I must admit I have never Hob Knobbed with Practicing Cannibals or Head Hunters. 
But my personal belief is that the majority of folks are good, caring, and decent people in spite of religion, not because of it.  My observations over the years are that religion limits, controls and often misdirects people, keeping them from expressing themselves in love and caring ways that are natural to all human beings. 
But that's just the ramblings of an old blind Agnostic. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Our Menace Is not Insane Right-Wingers

 
Chris Hedges and Ralph Nader, two modern day Prophets.  They are the voices crying out in today's wilderness. 
Curious Carl
 
Subject: Article, Our Menace Isn't Insane Right-Wingers,It's Unrivaled Corporate Power and the Decay of Our DemocraticInstitutions



Our Menace Isn't Insane Right-Wingers, It's Unrivaled Corporate Power and
the Decay of Our Democratic Institutions
By Chris Hedges, Truthdig
Posted on September 13, 2010, Printed on September 16, 2010
http://www.alternet.org/story/148173/

This article first appeared on TruthDig.

There are no longer any major institutions in American society, including
the press, the educational system, the financial sector, labor unions, the
arts, religious institutions and our dysfunctional political parties, which
can be considered democratic. The intent, design and function of these
institutions, controlled by corporate money, are to bolster the hierarchical
and anti-democratic power of the corporate state. These institutions, often
mouthing liberal values, abet and perpetuate mounting inequality. They
operate increasingly in secrecy. They ignore suffering or sacrifice human
lives for profit. They control and manipulate all levers of power and mass
communication. They have muzzled the voices and concerns of citizens. They
use entertainment, celebrity gossip and emotionally laden public-relations
lies to seduce us into believing in a Disneyworld fantasy of democracy.

The menace we face does not come from the insane wing of the Republican
Party, which may make huge inroads in the coming elections, but the
institutions tasked with protecting democratic participation. Do not fear
Glenn Beck or Sarah Palin. Do not fear the tea party movement, the birthers,
the legions of conspiracy theorists or the militias. Fear the underlying
corporate power structure, which no one, from Barack Obama to the right-wing
nut cases who pollute the airwaves, can alter. If the hegemony of the
corporate state is not soon broken we will descend into a technologically
enhanced age of barbarism.

Investing emotional and intellectual energy in electoral politics is a waste
of time. Resistance means a radical break with the formal structures of
American society. We must cut as many ties with consumer society and
corporations as possible. We must build a new political and economic
consciousness centered on the tangible issues of sustainable agriculture,
self-sufficiency and radical environmental reform. The democratic system,
and the liberal institutions that once made piecemeal reform possible, is
dead. It exists only in name. It is no longer a viable mechanism for change.
And the longer we play our scripted and absurd role in this charade the
worse it will get. Do not pity Barack Obama and the Democratic Party. They
will get what they deserve. They sold the citizens out for cash and power.
They lied. They manipulated and deceived the public, from the bailouts to
the abandonment of universal health care, to serve corporate interests. They
refused to halt the wanton corporate destruction of the ecosystem on which
all life depends. They betrayed the most basic ideals of democracy.  And
they, as much as the Republicans, are the problem.

"It is like being in a pit," Ralph Nader told me when we spoke on Saturday.
"If you are four feet in the pit you have a chance to grab the top and hoist
yourself up. If you are 30 feet in the pit you have to start on a different
scale."

All resistance will take place outside the arena of electoral politics. The
more we expand community credit unions, community health clinics and food
cooperatives and build alternative energy systems, the more empowered we
will become.

"To the extent that these organizations expand and get into communities
where they do not exist, we will weaken the multinational goliath, from the
banks to the agribusinesses to the HMO giants and hospital chains," Nader
said.

The failure of liberals to defend the interests of working men and women as
our manufacturing sector was dismantled, labor unions were destroyed and
social services were slashed has proved to be a disastrous and fatal
misjudgment. Liberals, who betrayed the working class, have no credibility.
This is one of the principle reasons the anti-war movement cannot attract
the families whose sons and daughters are fighting and dying in Iraq and
Afghanistan. And liberal hypocrisy has opened the door for a virulent right
wing. If we are to reconnect with the working class we will have to begin
from zero. We will have to rebuild the ties with the poor and the working
class which the liberal establishment severed. We will have to condemn the
liberal class as vociferously as we condemn the right wing. And we will have
to remain true to the moral imperative to foster the common good and the
tangible needs of housing, health care, jobs, education and food.

We will, once again, be bombarded in this election cycle with messages of
fear from the Democratic Party-designed, in the end, to serve corporate
interests. "Better Barack Obama than Sarah Palin," we will be told. Better
the sane technocrats like Larry Summers than half-wits like John Bolton. But
this time we must resist. If we express the legitimate rage of the
dispossessed working class as our own, if we denounce and refuse to
cooperate with the Democratic Party, we can begin to impede the march of the
right-wing trolls who seem destined to inherit power. If we again prove
compliant we will discredit the socialism we should be offering as an
alternative to a perverted Christian and corporate fascism.

The tea party movement is, as Nader points out, "a conviction revolt." Most
of the participants in the tea party rallies are not poor. They are
small-business people and professionals. They feel that something is wrong.
They see that the two parties are equally responsible for the subsidies and
bailouts, the wars and the deficits. They know these parties must be
replaced. The corporate state, whose interests are being championed by tea
party leaders such as Palin and Dick Armey, is working hard to make sure the
anger of the movement is directed toward government rather than corporations
and Wall Street. And if these corporate apologists succeed, a more overt
form of corporate fascism will emerge without a socialist counterweight.

"Poor people do not organize," Nader lamented. "They never have. It has
always been people who have fairly good jobs. You don't see Wal-Mart workers
massing anywhere. The people who are the most militant are the people who
had the best blue-collar jobs. Their expectation level was high. When they
felt their jobs were being jeopardized they got really angry. But when you
are at $7.25 an hour you want to hang on to $7.25 an hour. It is a strange
thing."

"People have institutionalized oppressive power in the form of surrender,"
Nader said. "It is not that they like it. But what are you going to do about
it? You make the best of it. The system of control is staggeringly
dictatorial. It breaks new ground and innovates in ways no one in human
history has ever innovated. You start in American history where these
corporations have influence. Then they have lobbyists. Then they run
candidates. Then they put their appointments in top government positions.
Now, they are actually operating the government. Look at Halliburton and
Blackwater. Yesterday someone in our office called the Office of Pipeline
Safety apropos the San Bruno explosion in California. The press woman
answered. The guy in our office saw on the screen that she had CTR next to
her name. He said, 'What is CTR?' She said, 'I am a contractor.' He said,
'This is the press office at the Department of Transportation. They
contracted out the press office?' 'Yes,' she said, 'but that's OK, I come to
work here every day.' "

"The corporate state is the ultimate maturation of American-type fascism,"
Nader said. "They leave wide areas of personal freedom so that people can
confuse personal freedom with civic freedom-the freedom to go where you
want, eat where you want, associate with who you want, buy what you want,
work where you want, sleep when you want, play when you want. If people have
given up on any civic or political role for themselves there is a sufficient
amount of elbow room to get through the day. They do not have the freedom to
participate in the decisions about war, foreign policy, domestic health and
safety issues, taxes or transportation. That is its genius. But one of its
Achilles' heels is that the price of the corporate state is a deteriorating
political economy. They can't stop their greed from getting the next morsel.
The question is, at what point are enough people going to have a breaking
point in terms of their own economic plight? At what point will they say
enough is enough? When that happens, is a tea party type enough or [Sen.
Robert M.] La Follette or Eugene Debs type of enough?"

It is anti-corporate movements as exemplified by the Scandinavian energy
firm Kraft&Kultur that we must emulate. Kraft&Kultur sells electricity
exclusively from solar and water power. It has begun to merge clean energy
with cultural events, bookstores and a political consciousness that actively
defies corporate hegemony.

The failure by the Obama administration to use the bailout and stimulus
money to build public works such as schools, libraries, roads, clinics,
highways, public transit and reclaiming dams, as well as create green jobs,
has snuffed out any hope of serious economic, political or environmental
reform coming from the centralized bureaucracy of the corporate state. And
since the government did not hire enough auditors and examiners to monitor
how the hundreds of billions in taxpayer funds funneled to Wall Street are
being spent, we will soon see reports of widespread mismanagement and
corruption. The rot and corruption at the top levels of our financial and
political systems, coupled with the increasing deprivation felt by tens of
millions of Americans, are volatile tinder for a horrific right-wing
backlash in the absence of a committed socialist alternative.  

"If you took a day off and did nothing but listen to Hannity, Beck and
Limbaugh and realized that this goes on 260 days a year, you would see that
it is overwhelming," Nader said. "You have to almost have a genetic
resistance in your mind and body not to be affected by it. These guys are
very good. They are clever. They are funny. They are emotional. It beats me
how Air America didn't make it, except it went after [it criticized]
corporations, and corporations advertise. These right-wingers go after
government, and government doesn't advertise. And that is the difference. It
isn't that their message appeals more. Air America starved because it could
not get ads."

We do not have much time left. And the longer we refuse to confront
corporate power the more impotent we become as society breaks down. The game
of electoral politics, which is given legitimacy by the right and the
so-called left on the cable news shows, is just that-a game. It diverts us
from what should be our daily task-dismantling, piece by piece, the iron
grip that corporations hold over our lives. Hope is a word that is
applicable only to those who grasp reality, however bleak, and do something
meaningful to fight back-which does not include the farce of elections and
involvement in mainstream political parties. Hope is about fighting against
the real forces of destruction, not chanting "Yes We Can!" in rallies
orchestrated by marketing experts, television crews, pollsters and
propagandists or begging Obama to be Obama. Hope, in the hands of realists,
spreads fear into the black heart of the corporate elite. But hope, real
hope, remains thwarted by our collective self-delusion.


Chris Hedges, a Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter, is a senior fellow at the
Nation Institute. He writes a regular column for TruthDig every Monday. His
latest book is Empire of Illusion: The End of Literacy and the Triumph of
Spectacle.

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and another thought on smelling the coffee...

More thoughts about smelling the coffee
 
 Not only is All War terrorism, but we must expand our definition of War to include the struggle between the People and the Giant Corporations.  We are being terrorized by the very same folks who are begging us to "Preserve our American way of life".  But we need to look about us and determine just whose way of life we are protecting.  The only people I see whose way of life has been untouched by this giant drain of our tax dollars is that of the very wealthy.  Those people who live behind gates or on estates beyond the shores of the nation they call their homeland.  In truth, they are no longer Americans.  They are the Empire Builders, and the world is their Homeland and their oyster.  We true Americans will need to fight to stop the rape and plundering of our beloved nation. 
Curious Carl
 
 
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Wednesday, September 15, 2010 8:25 PM
Subject: Re: Meeting notice and conference numbers

Carl and Holly, when you say "terrorists are among us," I would respond that war is terrorism.  Bruce

On Sun, Sep 12, 2010 at 9:01 AM, Carl Jarvis <carjar82@gmail.com> wrote:
Holly, 
What is bothering you is called "Capitalism".  We pay lip service to others needs but then turn around and grab for the brass ring. 
The Deaf Blind Service Center has never been one of DSB's core programs, and so is not protected.  It is no longer a question of which programs are critical to meeting people's needs.  We are now down to tearing apart that very America we were told that we were going to defend from Terrorists.  Turns out that the Terrorists are among us. 
I have always said that the Deaf Blind should be declared a separate disability.  The combination of both blindness and deafness makes them difficult to serve by either the DSHS Deaf Program or the DSB.  But funding the Deaf Blind Service Center was one way of serving them. 
Now they must fight for their very lives.  Or at least for their very independence. 
Carl
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, September 12, 2010 8:36 AM
Subject: RE: Meeting notice and conference numbers

Why are the deaf/blind being cut when it took years to find good programs to serve their needs and now they are out in the cold?  It is always the old and disabled who get the shaft.  We don't know who to blame but it still makes me sick.  It's funny . . . or not funny but sad . . . that we always have time to go to war and spend money on other things, fancy limos for movie stars and politicians, stretch limos that I cannot stand to look at when I see one in town, and other unnecessary frivolities and then there is no money to help those in need.  Something is wrong with this picture.  The entire situation is immoral as best and criminal at worse.  Why don't we go back to the days of the Nazis in which the blind and disabled were killed to get rid of them?  I am being sarcastic here as I hope you realize but it is true – if things get any worse in this country, that just may happen.  When the population is suffering financial hardship, people start to blame the less fortunate and want them gone so that they might get more.  Financial bad times are not good for any of us and especially the blind and disabled.  This is just about as bad as it was in the "old days" when there were no services for the blind and they were institutionalized.  I can't stand to write anymore.

 

Talk to everybody at the next meeting and I will try to come up with some POSITIVE thoughts about all this, as hard as it is going to be.  I did hear from Marla Oughton that she had passed my application for the SILC on to the Governor and it is being reviewed.  I should find out by the end of October as to whether or not I was selected as a member of SILC.  I don't know if this will help but as least I can keep the needs of the blind and visually impaired in the minds of the legislators when budget cuts are planned.  We must be visible and be the squeaky wheel that gets the grease if possible.  We also must be a "thorn in their sides".

 

Holly

 

From: Carl Jarvis [mailto:carjar82@gmail.com]
Sent: Saturday, September 11, 2010 9:47 PM
To: Karen Johnson; Holly B. Kaczmarski; Alco Canfield; Barbara Crowley; Bill Hoage; Bruce Radtke; Carl Jarvis; john guydish; Shirley Taylor
Subject: Meeting notice and conference numbers

 

 

Hi All Fearless Members. 

Remember, our next  call will be Sunday, September 26 at 8:00 PM.  . 

 

 

1-800-977-8002

 

Members code: 775 653 66

 

(moderator's code:

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Today, Saturday, September 11, I called into the SRC quarterly meeting and listened to DSB director Lou Oma Durand's report.  From her very grim report I gather that DSB will be reduced to attempting to justify their core programs: VR, ILOB, IL and Child and Family and the OTC.  The critical Deaf Blind Service Center which DSB has funded for many years, will be cut from the budget.  That news is a heart breaker. 

We all need to be planning on how we and our fellow members can best present our programs and services to the legislature. 

I suggested today to the gathering at the SRC meeting that we all need to become acquainted with our state legislators and tell them the human stories about the people we know.  We will need for the Legislature to have our faces in mind when it comes time to butcher the budget. 

Also, we must be sure that we approach these law makers as our friends.  They are in just as much of a jam as we are.  They are not the ones who made this mess we are in.  Too often we tend to lay blame at the most convenient feet.  But our Legislature is not responsible for this Great Recession.  The state must balance the budget.  Some critical services will be chopped.  We do not want to find ourselves on the cutting room floor. 

 

Carl Jarvis


Will Americans "wake up and smell the coffee" in time?

Will Americans "wake up and smell the coffee" in time?
 
We Americans have been pretty much "conditioned" to compartmentalize our views on government.  On the one hand we've been taught that we are those rugged individuals who pull ourselves up by our boot straps, the self-made man/woman. 
And we are directed to sneer at our government for being some giant, over fed Slug, gobbling up our tax dollars, unable to do anything right.  Yet, on the other hand we are totally reliant on our government to provide critical services which are too large and expansive and non profitable for private corporations to take on.  Services such as a standing army, national guard,Coast Guard, building and maintaining highways and bridges, public education, local police and fire protection, public water systems, establishing and regulating rules to protect our workers and to also protect what we eat and drive and the air we breathe and the water we drink.  
We Americans expect that our taxes will be used by our government in our best interests.  That is what some people would call, "Socialism".  And some or all of these types of services are essential to any group of people who want to call themselves a Nation.  If we don't provide some level of public services, why in the world would we think we could be a Nation?  We would become regional Kingdoms run by giant corporations. 
It would be a return to what we refer to as, "the Dark Ages".  What we forget to consider when we are trashing our government and its Socialistic services, is that at the same time we are sending off our tax dollars to be used for the good of the people, wealthy corporations are plotting ways to cream off as much of these dollars as they can.  So there becomes a tug of war between government and corporate plans for all our money. 
We must remember that the bottom line for corporations is growth and profit.  A corporation must constantly expand and show its stock holders and board members a profit.  If it cannot do this it will be gobbled up by a corporation that can.  This happens constantly.  Just look around for some of those small corporations that once were familiar to you..  They are no longer separate companies.  If you find their name just keep looking and you'll find the words, "A division of..." 
It is government's job to care for the needs of its people.  That's our bottom line.  Regardless of whether there is a profit or not.  Corporations only provide for the people's needs if it brings in profit.  People's needs are way down the list as far as corporations are concerned.  But they are smart enough to know that they need us to believe that they care for us if they are going to continue to harvest our money.  So we are constantly being schmoozed.  And we seem to love being charmed by these clever Pied Pipers of Madison Avenue. 
 We Americans need to wake up and smell the coffee, if we can still afford the coffee to smell.  Look around the world.  Where is the greatest growth and prosperity?  Is it among nations, ending poverty, caring for their elderly, educating their children, building safe homes and buildings, providing health care, ending the rape and plundering by rebel forces?  Or is it among the international corporations?  If America is so powerful and has spent so much of our money overseas, why is there no change?  Indeed, why are things getting worse?  More starvation, more desperate people willing to kill themselves for some mythical world in the sky?  Where has our Middle Class gone?  Why does the richest nation in the world have a growing poverty and unemployment population?  Why are we being told that our money must be used to provide "protection" from little oil bearing nations, to prevent Terrorists from destroying our wonderful way of life, when that wonderful way of life is being sacrificed in order to feed the huge war machine? 
But the people I call "The Empire Builders" are busy misdirecting us.  We are fighting over whether women should be allowed to be in charge of their own bodies, whether people of the same sex have a legal right to love and care for one another, whether some of Earth's people should be beaten back from our boarders, whether Muslims are able to be Americans and to build a building on land they own.  The endless bickering is no accident.  Divide and conquer has always worked. 
Until we Americans come to understand that our very future as a Free People is in the balance, we will sit by and watch ourselves being stripped of our last dollar and our last bit of dignity. 
 
Curious Carl

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

what ever happened to the family doctor?

What ever Happened to the Family Doctor?
 
It is a known fact.  Specialists specialize.  Another great Truth for sociologists to ponder. 
While there can be no argument that medical science has advanced to a place where it is impossible for any one person to know all that there is to know about the human body, it is tragic what has become of the general practitioner . 
Once called the Family Doctor, this generalist was exactly that, the doctor who treated our entire family, from great grandma down to delivering the newest member of our clan.  While there was much he did not know about medical science, he knew far more about our well-being than all today's specialists. because he treated the whole person. 
What remains of this town fixture is now called our Primary Care Giver.  This harried person is no longer caring for our whole being, or our whole family.  The role of the Practitioner is to process patients, acting as a traffic officer, directing us this way and that to the specialists that the Practitioner believes we need to deal with our complaint.  Since the HMO's are interested in the bottom line, these frazzled doctors have no time to know us or anything about our lives.  Like pieces of paper or perhaps like so many sheep, we are prodded, poked, stamped and delivered, after paying all co-payments, to the proper Healer. 
So enters the older person with blurred vision.  "Ah Haw!" cries the practitioner.  "Vision blurred.  Optometrist or Ophthalmologist is where you want to go".  And off you go with your paper work and your medical card.  "Macular Degeneration" cries the eye physician, after you have filled out a book of questions and sat in a cold room for hours.  "Happens to lots of folks your age", he goes on.  "Dry Macular.  No cure.  Come back in one month".  His hand is on the door knob and he is leaving the room as he asks, "Any questions?"  You blubber, "What does this mean?" 
"Don't worry," he says as his voice trails off down the hall to his next appointment, "you'll never go completely blind." 
Cold?  Uncaring?  Not necessarily.  Just another overworked specialist trying to meet his quota for the month. 
But hey!  We must like this sort of modern medicine because we fight against any sort of change. 
Personally, I miss the old, kindly family doctor who knew far more about what makes me tick than whether my eyes are blurring or not.  And he had the time to treat the whole me. 
 
Carl Jarvis
Curious Carl
 
 
 

Sunday, September 12, 2010

On Vipers, Snakes and Fairy Tales

The kindest thought I have toward Newt Gingrich is that he is a closet Libertarian.  Years ago a group called themselves the, "I'm for me First" Party.  This was done tongue in cheek but it really does apply to this slick talking, self serving fellow. 
But he is certainly not alone.  Washington DC is full of his carbon copies, and Party lines mean nothing.  Indeed, some of these self servers slide back and forth as the tides of public opinion flow and ebb. 
The "Great Communicator" Ronald Reagan was a fine example.  Bill Clinton was actually an even brighter example.  And I fear that our "Great Brown Hope" Barak Obama may show himself to be another member. 
Why do so many of these people slither among us?  Well, my feeling is that we folks love to be charmed.  We have our Fairy Tales with all the beautiful Princes and Princesses telling us how wonderful life among the chosen ones can be.  We all want to leave our humdrum lives and follow a Pied Piper to some new and exciting Land of Oz. 
Until we waken from our dreamland and shake the Fairy Dust from our eyes and learn that their is no Wonderland, and we must learn to live in the here and now, only then will the Newt Gingrich's of the world crawl back under their rocks and slither back into their vipers nests. 
 
Sincerely,
Your Peace loving friend, who did not receive consideration for a Nobel Peace Prize, but sure could use the money,
Curious Carl
 

on raising Babies

Recent remarks remind me why I never get too excited over the "Scientific" proclamations and other mumblings from the professionals.  What we believe to be Gospel Truth today will be scoffed and ridiculed tomorrow.  It's just my opinion, but I believe that most new mothers have better instincts than all the "findings" of the Educators. 
My grandma used to say, "If they spent more time raising their own children we wouldn't have so much nonsense being written."  But then grandma only successfully raised 6 children.  What could she possibly know. 
But I digress. 
We seem to worry too much over our children's progress when they are very young.  Are they walking at the "normal" age?  Do they see what other children see?  Is it "normal" for them to poop and play in it? 
Well, I learned that the "norm" was a standard imposed upon our children by people, many of them childless, who saw our precious babes as nothing more than lab rats. 
My three children all grew up to be happy, well adjusted)whatever that means) adults without my ever needing to check them against any chart.  In fact I only "saw" my eldest daughter until she was two and a half years old.  Many of the so called experts would have told me that I was not qualified to raise children because I could not "see" them in order to properly guide them through life's pitfalls. 
Whenever someone asks me, "does this seem normal for my child?"  I simply tell them, "Just kick back and enjoy your baby and forget what others say." 
 
Curious Carl
 

How America's Working Class Died on the Disco Dance Floor


This article is worth skimming through.  While I don't believe that we need to analyze an old movie to figure out that America's middle class is facing a dismal future, it is interesting. 
Curious Carl

How America's Working Class Died on the Disco Dance Floor
By Jefferson Cowie, The New Press
Posted on September 9, 2010, Printed on September 12, 2010
http://www.alternet.org/story/148122/

Editor's Note: An epic account of how working-class America hit the rocks in
the political and economic upheavals of the '70s, Jefferson Cowie's Stayin'
Alive: The 1970s and the Last Days of the Working Class presents the decade
in a new light. Part political intrigue, part labor history, with large
doses of American music, film and TV lore, Cowie's book makes new sense of
the '70s as a crucial and poorly understood transition from the optimism of
New Deal America to the widening economic inequalities and dampened
expectations of the present. From the factory floors of Cleveland,
Pittsburgh and Detroit to the Washington of Nixon, Ford and Carter, Cowie
connects politics to culture, showing how the big screen and the jukebox can
help us understand how America turned away from the radicalism of the '60s
and toward the patriotic promise of Ronald Reagan.

The following is excerpted from Jefferson Cowie's Stayin' Alive: The 1970s
and the Last Days of the Working Class (The New Press, 2010):


In 1975, rock journalist Nik Cohn embarked on an underground tour of the
working-class disco scene in Brooklyn with a black dancer named Tu Sweet.
"Some of those guys," explained Tu Sweet, "they have no lives. Dancing is
all they got." That idea sunk into Cohn, whose British roots gave a class
edge to his understanding of pop music. "I'd always thought of teen style in
terms of class," Cohn reported; "Rock, at least the kind that mattered to
me, attains its greatest power when havenots went on the rampage, taking no
prisoners. 'Dancing's all they got.' It sounded to me like a rallying cry."

His adventures at a club named 2001 Odyssey ended with a stellar piece of
reportage for New York magazine about living to dance and dancing to escape
called "The Tribal Rights of the New Saturday Night." The theme of the piece
was that only a select few were capable of rising above the "vast faceless
blob" of humanity that does most of the nation's working and dying. Only a
select few "faces" knew "how to dress and how to move, how to float, how to
fly. Sharpness, grace, a certain distinction in every gesture." As Vincent,
king of the 2001 Odyssey explained, "The way I feel, it's like we've been
chosen." The New York article became the foundation for the most popular
movie of the decade, Saturday Night Fever (1977).

There was only one problem: Cohn fabricated the entire story -- from the
characters to their performances, from their looks to their dreams. His
editors did not know of his deceit. Concerned that the public might not buy
the veracity of Cohn's tales of the disco underground, the editors went so
far as to include an inset, claiming "everything described in this article
is factual and was either witnessed by me or told to me directly." But
Cohn's journalism was just one more part of the '70s hustle. He did show up
at the club to do his research with Tu Sweet after wandering lost in the
"dead land" of Brooklyn, but when he stepped out of his gypsy cab, there was
a brawl taking place in the parking lot, and then someone spun around and
threw up on his pants. Figuring nothing could be worth such a price, he
immediately headed back to Manhattan. After other failed attempts to
penetrate the scene, he gave up and decided to make up his tale from thin
air and a few fragments that were burned into his mind from his unsuccessful
excursion over the class divide.

One particular image provided the inspiration for the fiction of "Tribal
Rights." Before retreating to his cab, Cohn recalled "a figure in flared
crimson pants and a black body shirt standing in the back doorway, directly
under the neon light, and calmly watching the action. There was a certain
style about him -- an inner force, a hunger and a sense of his own
specialness. He looked, in short, like a star." This random encounter with
'70s street-cool would be transformed into the quintessential icon of the
decade, Saturday Night Fever's Tony Manero (Vincent in the article).
Although Cohn later failed in his efforts to transfer his myth-making into a
screenplay (Norman Wexler, who had done two other '70s blue-collar scripts,
Joe and Serpico, had to be brought in to do the job), his brief moment in a
Brooklyn parking lot was the spark that made pop culture history.

Tony Manero, as played by John Travolta in the screen adaptation of Cohn's
story, became not simply the definitive '70s icon but also one of the most
revealing and popular working-class heroes of the decade. Two critics
described the white-suited disco king as a "high-powered fusion of
sexuality, street jive, and the frustrated hope of a boy-man who can't
articulate his sense of oppression." The film, they suggest, gives "the
impression that it knows more about the working class psyche and ethos than
it is willing to risk showing us." The classic cinematic theme of
imprisonment or escape is pitch perfect, and the disco setting makes it
emblematic of the seventies. The urgency and desperation of its themes make
the movie more than a dance flick: Saturday Night Fever is both symptom and
exploration of the most important breaking points in the nation's white,
male, working-class identity.

The film begins with one of the great opening scenes in American cinema,
featuring Travolta strutting confidently through Bay Ridge to the beat of
the Bee Gees' "Stayin' Alive." He then works the customers at a hardware
store with the same grace and ego that he later reveals on the dance floor
of the renamed Club 2001. All of his spark and charm contrast markedly with
the world of fixed values and social limits that constantly contain his
expressive individuality. His slick salesmanship and confidence are
interrupted only by the horrific realization that he could be stuck peddling
paint for the rest of his life like his broken-down coworkers. Begging his
boss for an advance so he can buy a new shirt for his true passion, the
weekend festivities in the disco, Tony gets a lecture from his boss about
not frittering away his money. "Fuck the future!" Tony angrily retorts. The
boss fires back that no, "The future fucks you." It was a refrain heard
often in the shrinking '70s, not the least significant of which was the
chorus of the Sex Pistols' riot anthem of the same year, "God Save the
Queen:" "No future, no future, no future for you."

The workplace is only a minor set in Fever's blue-collar teen drama, as the
plot centers on Tony's attempt to conquer the discotheque, win over an
upwardly mobile dancer, Stephanie (Karen Lynn Gorney), deal with his gang of
futureless buddies, and, most importantly, find some sense of himself.
Stephanie, the object of his affections, continually rebuffs him,
explaining, "You're a cliche. You're nowhere on your way to no place."
Tony's attempt at impromptu self-improvement quickens as he tries to fake
his way through a conversation with someone who is, herself, trying to fake
her way rather sadly across the river to upwardly mobile Manhattan. Before
heading to the disco, Tony carefully prepares his look surrounded by posters
of Bruce Lee, Farrah Fawcett-Majors and Sylvester Stallone, inserting
himself into the galaxy of stars by imagining himself as the Pacino of Bay
Ridge. As Cohn originally wrote, "Whenever he gazed into the mirror, it was
always Pacino who gazed back. A killer, and a star." Th e twinkling allure
of fame is his hope. He and his friends, explained one critic, stuck with
unemployed fathers, an economy in the dump, and a vacuum in national
leadership, "are part of the post-Watergate working-class generation with no
heroes except in TV-showbiz land; they have a historical span of
twenty-three weeks, with repeats at Christmas."

Once Tony is finished preening (looking "as sharp as I can look without
turning into a nigger"), the true action of the film happens on the dance
floor. He bursts with the creativity and sense of self that he cannot find
anywhere else in his life. Bathed in the immediacy of the backlit floor,
Tony gets the attention and adulation missing in both his job and his home
life as the crowd parts in celebration of his prowess. "The bodies, the
drugs, the heat, the sense of nowness," explained one writer on the disco
experience, "a sense that nothing existed outside of that room. No past, no
future, no promises, no regrets, just right now and those strings from
'Love's Theme' cascading all over you and prickling your skin." Tony is no
longer pretending to be Pacino; the working-class hero has become king.

The film turns as Tony's claustrophobia begins to build as the walls of
ethnic and sexual violence close in on him. Enraged when the first-place
trophy in the dance contest is given to him (like the judges, a fellow
Italian) rather than the obviously better Puerto Rican couple, he turns over
the trophy to the reviled ethnic newcomers and storms out of the club. With
this act of betrayal -- choosing merit over ethnic loyalty -- he has begun a
path toward individualism, mobility and independence, an escape from his
shrinking and intolerant working-class world toward an expansive, even
open-minded, new life. As he storms out of the dance contest, Tony harangues
his partner Stephanie with a furious, primitive, Marxist sociology that
explains gender, race and class in a few easy pieces: "My Pa goes to work,
he gets dumped on. So he come home and dumps on my mother, right? Of course,
right. And the spics gotta dump on us, so we gotta dump on the spics, right?
Even the humpin' is dumpin' most of the time."

Tony proceeds to prove his point about oppression rolling downhill, when, in
a rage of frustration, he attempts to rape Stephanie. By the time an insane
night of gang-banging and suicidal behavior is over, the drama concludes
with a tightly wrapped, if largely improbable, plot resolution. Unable to
contend with either dwindling economic opportunity or the dead-end racial,
ethnic and gender hatreds around him, Tony chooses to sever all ties to his
working-class community and create himself anew. "They're all assholes," he
declares as he escapes the limits of Brooklyn after riding the subway all
night, emerging in Manhattan in the early morning light.

When Tony resurfaces from his subterranean ride, bruised and battered from
his inter-ethnic street warfare, he is all but reborn with a new day dawning
in the upper-class world of Manhattan. Stephanie's apartment (borrowed from
an older boss whom she seems to be sleeping with in the exchange) is a place
where a Matisse print hangs on the wall, and jazz is in the air. The nation
as a whole was asked to make a similar journey by the dawn of the 1980s, and
like Tony and his new friend Stephanie, they had to fake it. The characters
are sitting in a borrowed apartment -- literally inhabiting somebody else's
world. In this new place, their identity as members of a class -- such a
salient aspect of their lives just an endless train ride ago -- is on its
sweat, the sunrises, and the throb of the music all conspired to create a
heated way to being denied or covered up. Their old blue-collar community is
relegated to some forgotten past to which neither they nor the viewer will
return.

Tony and Stephanie are in the midst of a fantasy that they can remake
themselves by changing their surroundings and abandoning their past. Even
the violence of their sexual encounter melts into a new platonic
relationship. Class is neither community nor culture nor occupation nor
power but a mere affect that the select few, the chosen ones, can drop. A
Matisse print, a borrowed apartment, and the ability to do the hustle are
all that is needed.

The theme of relegating class to some distant geographic or temporal past is
driven home by the Bee Gees' disco anthem "Stayin' Alive" from the film's
immensely successful soundtrack. The song thumps through the opening scene
of Tony strutting down the street, seemingly in control of his tiny world.
"Music loud and women warm / I've been kicked around / Since I was born,"
they declare in their famous helium falsetto. "Life goin' nowhere. Somebody
help me," they plea in the lower ranges with just a splash of social-realist
pain.

But then comes the twist; rather than a call to act, the Bee Gees, like the
film itself, offer permission to forget: "And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way" as Tony, Stephanie, and the audience turn
their back on the unseemly race-class stew of Brooklyn, pointing their faces
toward a future purged of the working class. Not to worry, this is a pain I
can carry myself, the narrator of "Stayin' Alive" mutters beneath the pulse
and the chorus. The megahit of 1977 allowed the nation to begin to move
toward the 1980s celebration of working-class heroes who managed to get out,
while casting those who could not into cinematic (and political) darkness.

Just as the song offered permission to cover up, to deny, and to forget --
and then rolled it all up in polyester and cast it under swirling lights --
so the discotheques themselves inhabited the former physical settings of the
old industrial working class by inhabiting the buildings of a once mighty
occupational past. "Despite its veneer of elegance and sophistication, disco
was born, maggot-like, from the rotten remains of the Big Apple," explains
the genre's otherwise sympathetic historian Peter Shapiro. As New York's
manufacturing base evaporated into empty factories and bolted ware houses of
New York City, discotheques moved into those abandoned locations,
"recolonizing the dead industrial space, replacing the production of goods
with the production of illusions. The economy was in tatters and people
wanted to do what they did during the Great Depression -- dance."

The Depression analogy, alive through much of '70s pop, obfuscates important
differences in the meaning of dance, cinema and politics in the '30s and the
stagflation era. Like so many of the constant echoes and reverberations of
the '30s and '40s in '70s popular culture, Tony's love affair with the
Verrazano Narrows bridge, the frequency of trains in the film, the grit and
violence, and the urban skyline that precedes Tony's famous Bay Ridge strut
are suggestive of the social-realist motifs and iconography of a previous
generation. In many ways, however, Fever's runaway individualism is the
opposite of the notorious dance marathon contests of the '30s, as depicted
most famously in Horace McCoy's novel They Shoot Horses Don't They? (1935).
McCoy explored the collective dehumanization and degradation of the
unemployed who dance for days and weeks for the entertainment of others -- a
far cry from dancing as a showcase for individual stardom. Like the ever
down-and-out but suave Fred Astaire, perhaps Tony's best Depression-era
analogue, the '30s dancer, served a different function.

Astaire possessed a tuxedoed panache with a huckster's edge -- always
demonstrating control of his social environment like Tony. Unlike Tony
Manero, Astaire's characters were not "cliches going nowhere" but guides for
common people to the world of the affluent. "One function of the
song-and-dance man in the 1930s films," explains Joel Dinerstein, "was to
resolve and mediate class differences in his role as well-dressed
entertainer." As much as Astaire's performances served to keep society
together, Manero functions as the opposite. He is neither a go-between nor a
class interpreter; he is an escape artist.

As much as curmudgeonly Archie Bunker was the definitive character of the
first half of the '70s, doomed to be on the losing side of history, Tony
Manero served that role for the second half by battling his way toward the
winning side of history. He showed that, for the able, "working-class" may
be something that could simply be rejected like any other style choice in
the world of self-constructed identities, and that the cost was merely
severing all connections to the past. And not only could it be rejected but,
if possible, it should. "These are not nice people for the most part,"
admitted a perceptive film critic about the characters of Bay Ridge, "but
they are alive and striving -- it is a mistake to ignore them or, maybe
worse, pretend that their lives have no meaning."

As Tom Wolfe proclaimed, the decade belonged to those who did pretend, those
willing to ignore, and those who found meaning in "remaking, remodeling,
elevating and polishing one's very self." For those with the resources or
the talents, the malleability of the '70s self might have been liberating.
For others, however, the Maneroesque fantasy was simply mean. And, we might
recall, a deception from the very start.

Copyright C 2010 by Jefferson Cowie.  This excerpt originally appeared in
Stayin' Alive: The 1970s and the Last Days of the Working Class, published
by The New Press. Reprinted here with permission.


Jefferson Cowie is an associate professor of history at Cornell University.
He is the author of Stayin' Alive: The 1970s and the Last Days of the
Working Class, and 'Capital Moves: RCA's Seventy-Year Quest for Cheap Labor'
(The New Press), which received the Philip Taft Prize for the Best Book in
Labor History for 2000.

C 2010 The New Press All rights reserved.
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I believe that we have had a military coup.  Not as we think of it's bloody manifestation world-wide, but in the sense that we have been taken over without the Pentagon needing to fire a single shot or spill a single drop of blood here in America. 
We are so used to hearing about military coups in other nations as blood baths with rape and plunder among the citizens.  So of course we can't have had a military coup here in our Land of the Free and the Brave. 
But it has.  Barak Obama must be aware of this.  Look at his inflated Pentagon budget. 
The Empire Builders have solidified their control to the point that no person will enter the president's office without their blessing.  Most of us will never realize that we have lost our freedom, even when we are slammed to the mat for "civil disobedience".  Loyal patriotic Americans are already being muzzled and locked up for trumped up crimes against the state. 
It's interesting times.  I have faith in the common people but we will do some mighty suffering before we right the foundering ship of state. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Fw: Article,Reaction to proposed Koran burning doesn't faze Florida church

 
Regarding the thought that we should drop Pastor Terry Jones on Pakistan. 
Let's not go joining the enemy.  Besides, dropping this "self appointed man of God" on Pakistan would not be an efficient use of our resources.  I mean, a Drone makes a great big "Boom!", killing all that is within a certain range.  Dropping Terry Jones would just make a big "Splat!" 
 
Curious Carl