Clown Of The Week July 28 – August 3: Angelina Jolie
July 28, 2008Can’t Sleep, Clowns Will Eat Me
July 27, 2008
I was up suffering from insomnia again and I stumbled across this at Joe Bageant’s blog:
In the post political world the candidates who can best thrive in it have tremendous appeal to the economic elites; these candidates thrive in a system that does not dwell on issues and will never ask the question, “who has power and why”, but simultaneously creates a social and media environment of stupefying distractions while destroying traditional social mores (under-credited as a source of much social solidarity). This can only benefit their continued rule of that society.
In such a setting our political choices like our consumer choices, regardless of the product, are primarily about what makes us more fulfilled and feel better about ourselves.
Senator Obama’s campaign understood much better the impact of these changes on our electoral system than any of his opponents’ campaigns. In the post political world, the campaign that is less political and less issue-based but is savvier in using new modes of communication technology will be the campaign to win the greatest market share of the electorate. The candidate in this case, Obama, was not a political entity but, in essence a product, an ornament that made his supporters feel better about themselves.
One of the most telling facts about the Obama’s constituency outside of African Americans (whose support needs no explanation) is that it is a coalition of people who need or demand the least amount of social benefit from our government. They are the under politicized younger voters and upper middle class whites. The two groups, coincidently, are the ones most influenced by trends in consumer popular culture and have the greatest of ease using the latest technologies.
In commercial advertising it is the poor commercial that lists the seventeen functions of the product being marketed. The best commercials are based on image associations entirely unrelated to the functions of the actual product. In the post political world, when the same principle is applied to the political realm, it makes complete sense how Barack Obama no longer is a black man with a strange name but the iPod to Hillary Clinton’s cell phone. In the world of toys it is the one that stands out the most is the most marketable.
(h/t Susie)
I can’t say I agree with 100% of that but it does provide some stuff to ponder about while I try again to acheive a few precious minutes REM sleep that don’t involve evil twins.
Garbage In, Garbage Out
July 26, 2008
GIGO is an old programmers’ term for “Garbage in, Garbage out.” It refers to the fact that no computer program yet created will produce results superior to the data provided as input.
Barack Obama is poised to become the first black American to be a major party nominee for President. Despite the numerous allegations of racism that have been made during this campaign, my experience is that his supporters are far more likely to consider his race as an important factor in voting for him than his opponents are in voting against him. My personal assessment that he is unqualified to be president has nothing to do with his race. By any objective standard he is far less qualified than any recent President as well as all the recent major party nominees.
But a valid point could be raised that African American and other minority candidates will usually be “less qualified” by traditional criteria than white candidates due to the legacy of racism. The same is true for women; Hillary Clinton was criticized by Obama supporters for pointing to her experience as First Lady as part of her qualifications, but she was fulfilling a traditional gender roll in supporting Bill when he was President.
The Presidency of the United States is far too important a position to be given to anyone who is unready or unqualified. But there has been a dearth of top tier candidates who were not both white and male. The remedy for historical racism and sexism is to provide more qualified women and minority candidates.
In modern times, almost all of our Presidents have come from a pool that includes Senators, Governors, and Vice Presidents. Eisenhower, who was the Supreme Allied Commander in World War II, was the lone exception. That’s a pretty small group. Realistically speaking, in any given election year there are only a few viable candidates. This year saw an exceptionally large field of contenders for both parties, but only a handful survived past the first couple of contests.
There are currently 50 Governors, 100 Senators, 435 Representives and 1 Vice President, as well as another 10-20 Cabinet Secretaries and other top government and military posts. Let’s just round that off to 600 spots that could be considered stepping-stones to the Presidency. I’m including the House of Representatives even though it’s been a while since we elected someone directly from that body to the White House. Let’s say that each of those positions is potentially within one or two steps of the Big Kahuna.
If the people currently holding those offices were a fair reflection of the population, 74 would be black, 76 would be hispanic, about 60 would be asian or other minorities, at least 12 would be LBGT and 300 would be women (including half of all the minority and LGBT) Instead, most of these positions are filled by straight white males, especially when you exclude the House of Representatives.
There are stepping-stones to each of those positions as well, and on down to the entry levels of politics. There are thousands of starting points in politics, including local government, business and government service. In theory and in practice, there is a winnowing process that weeds out the unfit, and, to mix metaphors, allows the cream to rise to the top.
But as long as the input is overwhelmingly white, straight and male, so too will be the output.
The Write Stuff
July 20, 2008
People often ask me where I get the ideas for posts. I usually tell them that the voices in my head tell me what to write, but that’s not true. The voices in my head don’t even speak English, so I have no idea what they’re saying. But I honestly don’t sit around trying to think of something to write about.
The best posts just write themselves. It usually starts with a recent news story or someone else’s blog post and I just put my reaction to it into print. But sometimes I’m writing on one topic and it leads me to another and then another. I usually have a few half-formed posts in my head to keep the voices entertained, along with one or two novels.
I’ve learned over the years that my muse will do assignments that other people (like instructors or employers) think or important and/or interesting, but only at the very last possible moment. Many times in both school and work I have sat waiting impatiently for something I wrote to emerge from the printer so I could rush to turn it in within minutes (or less) of the deadline. I’ve written about a billion term papers, book reports and legal briefs, but I don’t recall ever finishing a writing assignment early. That’s not surprising, when you consider that I’ve never started one early either. Thank Koresh for the last minute, otherwise I would never get any work done.
In my defense, there is a rational explanation. I believe procrastination is efficient. Let’s say I have an assignment due Monday. I spend Friday and Saturday working on it, and then Sunday I am killed and eaten by a pack of angry Chihuahuas. I would have wasted the last two days of my life working on that damn assignment. On the other hand, I could savor and enjoy Friday and Saturday, and if it turns out that I’ll probably still be alive on Monday then I can grind out the assignment on Sunday while nursing a throbbing hangover.
But I write blog posts for myself. Blogging is what I do instead of what I get paid to do (and in lieu of a social life) I don’t expect fame or fortune from blogging, nor am I hoping for a job in the next administration. I don’t think I would want any of those things if they were offered.. I like being anonymous and unfettered. I can say what I think without having to worry about repercussions. I’m not here to make friends and I really don’t give a shit if people agree with me or not. If I emerged from behind my alias it would make things different. I might have to worry that what I say here could affect me in real life.
Myiq2xu is an alias, not a spoof or a “persona.” It is the only alias I use, and it is the mask that allows me to be true to myself. Far too often my real life identity has to watch what I say out of concern for what employers, clients and others might think. I must be polite and tactful, and sometimes I must remain silent. Here in the blogosphere I am free to let my inner dickhead run wild, and I have always admired and tried to emulate the kid who said the Emperor has no clothes.
My alias not only protects me from others, it protects me from myself. My ego will never hear the siren song of fame, nor will greed tempt me to betray my principles. If you think I’m being overly dramatic, look at what fame and fortune did to the formerly progressive blogosphere.
I have no power or control here, only limited privileges. I cannot make anyone obey me, nor force them to agree. The most I can do is delete someone else’s comments from the small piece of cyberspace I am using to post my ideas. They can still post their comments elsewhere.
Here in the blogosphere people don’t judge me on my physical appearance or economic status. They have no motive to curry favor with me, for I have nothing to give them. The only thing the people here have to judge me on is my words and ideas. The only influence I can wield is dependant on the quality of my arguments and the strength of my logic. If I am lucky I might occasionally persuade someone to agree with me, although I probably won’t know about it if and when it occurs, and I will gain nothing from it.
There is a kind of philosophical purity in this arrangement that appeals to me.
If I was offered an actual paying job as a writer or blogger I would be caught on the horns of a dilemma. Getting paid to do what I enjoy would be like a dream come true, but anyone paying me would probably want editorial control. They might even tell me I couldn’t say “fuck” anymore. I prefer profanity to civility.

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