To Maine

Quote of the Day:

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.     —Henry David Throreau

TB and the gang are jetting off to Maine tomorrow, via Baltimore and Manchester. This trip is a TB special, first one in a few years and I’m really looking forward to everything I’ve got planned. Which is to say, nothing is planned. Well, that’s not entirely true. We have hotel reservations for each night, but nothing is scheduled other than where we will sleep. So far as I have found, no one travels like this, not even me any more. And with a rapidly growing scamp calling the shots its unlikely there will be any more trips where the destination is set but the plans are completely fluid.

Maybe you, like many who have heard of my preferred style of travel, are skeptical about the wisdom of it. Truth is, it ain’t for everyone, but TB is damn good at it. Back in the pre-scamp years, it was the talent of traveling well without a plan that allowed me to marry up after all. (Believe me, I’ve racked my brain–there’s no other explanation.) What’s the secret to the system? First, pick a great place, not too far off the beaten path but far enough from the cliched travel destinations for your hometown; second, there need to be bakeries and local brews; and last, there ought to be a stretch of road where the sights are unique and memorable and the traffic is light. And you must be not only willing, but eagled eyed and prepared to stop at any curiosity along the side of that road. When my gang reminisces about the trips of yore, more often than not it is the random stop we recall–the shave ice shack in Maui, the coconut candy in Hana sold on the honor system from a little homemade stand like the one from which Lucy dispenses psychological counseling, the airboat ride and the gators in the ‘glades, the apple orchard and the brown apples in Vermont, drinking mid-afternoon wine with tide stranded starfish in Oregon.

I’m told, and it may well be true, that you can’t go that way with a child, much less a two year old. But we’ll see. The kid is trained to journey already–she cries out “Road Trip!” when a cartoon family loads up in their car. Plus the fever is in her genes. But her conversation skills expand each day and with her new skills will surely come demands, objections and opinions on our future trips. And I know what’s coming. I’ve already ordered the planning DVD and I’ve got some family experts’ assistance too. Because I hear when you go see the Mouse, everything requires an appointment.

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Thursday Pickin–Season Two, vol 1, (jackson 5, nikki 6)

Quote of the Day:

I ain’t here to give my opinion because I think I’m smarter than anybody else. I’m here to give my opinion because it rhymes.” –Todd Snider

Before we start with the 2009 college football season, let’s recap Thursday Pickin 2008. TB won. This was due to a combination of factors, namely (a.) luck and (b.) the fact that no money or other financial incentive whatsoever was on the line (c.) most of y’all are pretty bad at pickin winners.

Last year the points were given out in a system judged wholly fair by TB, but without any apparent rhyme or reason at times. This year I’ll try to do it a little more transparently. Here are the rules. Everyone, including newcomers to the TB Universe since January, is invited expected to submit a “Pick of the Week (POTW).” The POTW determines the majority of your points. In fact, if you want to go all in and submit only a POTW you are guaranteed a slot at or near the top of the weekly standings if you win and at the bottom if you lose. You have to pick against the spread but that does not mean you have to understand the spread. If you don’t comprehend the betting lines I’ll link each week, just pick your alma mater, your favorite state, where you want to travel, etc., and take your chances. Truth is, you probably have a good chance of beating many of the losers who post here regularly if you go that route. One other option is to see who Sweet or Feidt pick and go the opposite of their selections. As a scientific experiment, I’d love to see someone go that route. POTW winners get 50 points right off the bat. No matter how good someone does in non-POTW picks, they cannot score more points in a given week than someone who nails their POTW, even if said person goes 0-5 in bonus picks.

Other than your POTW you may pick up to 5 other games. Your winning percentage in these games is the second component of scoring. If you win your POTW and go 5-0 in bonus picks, you are going to be at the top of the heap. Win the POTW and go 4-1 and you are tied with an “all-in” POTW winner. If you lose your POTW and go 5-0, you will be at the top of the list of all who lost their POTW, but behind every POTW winner. The points for bonus picks break down as follows: 5-0 (30), 4-1 (18), 3-2 (6), 2-3 (-6), 1-4 (-18), 0-5 (-30). It’s 6 points per win, less 6 points per loss, 0 for a tie. If you went all in you will still be the high score for the week if someone goes 3-2. You just get a bonus 6 to stay even. 3-2 just isn’t good enough to beat an “all-in” winner.

Finally, everyone needs to submit a weekly playlist for the weekend. Starting Saturday you can vote in this thread for list of the week and song of the week. You should take in to account whatever you like. But I suggest paying attention to themes, because they are sometimes really good. LOTW and SOTW are worth 10 points each. MD is allowed to substitute a concert or cover band of the week in lieu of choosing songs due to his running boycott, the cause of which is either long forgotten by TB or was deemed unworthy of noting in the first place.

All of the above is unnecessary. You need not understand or memorize the rule book. It is laid out specifically for the benefit of Zeek, official naysayer and watchdog of the TBU. Here is the link to the betting lines. And now, on with the picks.

POTW–Wake Forest -2

Bonus Picks

  • Georgia +5
  • South Carolina +5
  • LSU -17
  • Memphis +16′
  • Notre Dame -14

My Tunes

SOTW

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Football Season At Last

Quote of the Day:

Time, as we age, is often damaging. But this was one of the Lord’s good days, resting for me forever in a kind of somnolent tenderness. I was thirteen and it was a golden, luminous November’s afternoon, my first Ole Miss-Mississippi State game in person.”     —Willie Morris, from the essay linked here, published several times over the years by the Clarion Ledger

As a kid, there were only two seasons to TB, football and baseball. Basketball was ok as a mid term diversion, and year round driveway sport, but each year was truly separated by a single bright line between the diamond and the gridiron. Since the cancellation of the 1995 Major League World Series, along with the way the pastime has changed due to steroids and other factors, I’ve lost interest in baseball altogether. Now, as a sports fan at least, there are still only two seasons–football and emptiness. And finally, football is back.

I don’t know why I haven’t given up on football. I am a Mississippi State fan and I can’t shake it. It’s not easy pulling for the Bulldogs. And that’s all I got to say about that, for now. Sundays are little better. The Dolphins broke my heart for years coming close to greatness, but never achieving it, then plummeted to the bottom of the League and became all but irrelevant. And the Saints……hopeless.  Yet for no rational reason, I always cling to hope for all of my teams.

My earliest memory of football is of an afternoon game between the Vikings and the Bills and snow on the field and brightly colored uniforms and OJ Simpson. The memory is only a grainy picture in my mind’s eye, one I can not even swear is true. But when I call that picture up, I feel the excitement and joy first experienced at probably two or three years of age. The memories of Super Bowls X and XI are a little more in focus. I can recall rooting for the doomed Cowboys but loving Lynn Swann and trying to recreate his famous reception from X in my front yard for days weeks years after. What I recall from XI is mainly  that the pregame show seemed interminable. It probably went on for an hour.

I loved the uniforms from those games, and all games and still do. And as a small kid I recall choosing my team each game based on the jerseys, never pulling for the white shirts. Imagine young TB’s distress in having to choose between blue jerseyed UCLA or crimson Alabama in the 1976 Liberty Bowl. Thanks to the Google, I was actually able to confirm that hazy memory was true! Though the recollection doesn’t cover it, I have little doubt I liked the UCLA blue better and true to my football fandom lifetime, the blue fell to the red that night 36 to 6.

The first real college game I ever saw live was Mississippi State at Auburn in 1977 in Auburn. I recall very little about the game itself, only that the Bulldogs won but that it didn’t matter because they would have to forfeit for using an ineligible player. But the experience left an impression. It’s funny what I do recall from that day–learning about interstate mile markers, seeing Pat Sullivan’s Heisman trophy, walking on Auburn’s basketball floor, loving the way Auburn fans intoned “Warrrrr Eagle” for kickoffs and, tragicomically, firmly deciding I was a Bulldog fan, uniforms be damned.

Before and after that Auburn-State game, my exposure to college football came mainly from the Senior Bowl, played each January in Mobile, Alabama. Again, the things that stand out from these early trips are random and inexplicable. Stopping on the side of the road to eat cold sausage and biscuits left over from breakfast, burgers with only mustard, collecting a new pennant for my bedroom wall to go with those inherited from my brother from his trips as a little kid, freezing, brutal cold all come to mind. I learned at these games that southerners used college football to re-fight the Civil War. And far too often we lost again, at least it seemed so in those early years. On my first Senior Bowl trip, I remember crying when all hope was lost. And I recall that my Dad didn’t care for that at all.

As I complete this abbreviated tour with the ghost of football seasons past, I am confronted with a bitter truth. My love of football season is unrequited. Or is it? What stands out as I look over my recollections is that the scores are mostly forgotten. The excitement remains. The experience endures. And I still have hope. And a good 40 more chances, give or take, to see the Saints in the Super Bowl and dare I say, the Bulldogs in the Sug–nah, I daren’t.

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Friday Questions–Presidential Edition

Quote of the Day:

It is better to be quotable than to be honest.” –Tom Stoppard

I thought for this weekend’s questions I’d give you readers a break and let TB address some of those I’ve asked lately to the foremost liberal and conservative Presidents of the last century. So I fired up the TB time machine, grabbed a case of beer and set off to pick up Roosevelt and Reagan for a casual conversation. All the quotes are real. Here’s how it went:

TB–Mr. President (nodding), Mr. President (nodding) thanks for joining me here today. By coin toss, Mr. Reagan won the right to choose the century and Mr. Roosevelt chose the spot. FDR chose , inexplicably to me, Warm Springs, Georgia, while Mr. Reagan selected 10,000 B.C. so he could revel in the loving arms of anarchy. Score one for the Gipper. Welcome gentlemen.

RR:    Before I refuse to take your questions, I have an opening statement.

TB:    Um, there’s no cameras here Ronnie. It’s just us. I’m gonna write everything down on my blog.

FDR:  Are you laboring under the impression I read these memoranda of yours?

TB:    Nevertheless, you have both agreed to answer these questions, previously put to the denizens of the TB Universe, so here we go.

TB asked:     God grants you the power to cure cancer, establish world peace, or eliminate hunger–choose one (this question sponsored by the Miss South Carolina Pageant Commission).

RR:       People free to choose always choose peace.

FDR:   More than an end to war, we want an end to the beginning of all wars – yes, an end to this brutal, inhuman and thoroughly impractical method of settling the differences between governments.

TB asked:    You are going to sea for a three hour tour. Instead of returning to port you will be stranded for a year (or six seasons maybe) on a deserted island. You have a feeling this might happen but instead of skipping the trip you simply place five important things in your beach bag before you leave the house. What are they?

RR:   We cannot play innocents abroad in a world that is not innocent.

TB:   Lighten up dude, it’s just a game. Let me try and help. I said I’d bring my Ipod.

RR:   Life is one grand sweet song. So start the music.

FDR: To reach a port, we must sail–sail, not tie at anchor–sail, not drift.

TB:   But the point is, we’re stranded. We can’t sail.

FDR: (laughing heartily) It is fun to be in the same decade with you.

TB:   (staring blankly at both)

TB:  Ok, this isn’t going so well. We have just a little more time, so I’ll go off script and ask you about some of the questions I’m wrestling with right now. I could really use some guidance.

I’m taking vacation in a week to Maine. Is Acadia National Park worth spending three days in?

FDR: A nation that destroys its soils destroys itself. Forests are the lungs of our land, purifying the air and giving fresh strength to our people.

TB:  I’m putting that down as a “yes.” Ronnie, wake up! What do you think about my trip to the Maine woods?

RR:  A tree’s a tree. How many more do you need to look at?

TB:  One yes, one no. Moving on, Mississippi State is going to run the spread this year. Thoughts?

FDR: It is common sense to take a method and try it. If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something.

TB:   Well, one good thing about it is if we fall way behind we will still have a chance to catch up.

RR:   I am not worried about the deficit. It is big enough to take care of itself.

TB:   Yeah, deficits are a way of life for Bulldog fans.

TB:   Last one, this post, I fear, is taking on the characteristics of a late segment skit on Saturday Night Live–long and boring.

FDR: We have nothing to fea–

TB:   STOP IT!

RR:   Mr. Gorbachev, tear dow–

TB:   STOP IT! That doesn’t even make sense!

TB:   I was going to say, MD hasn’t been around in a long time. Any ideas why he left or if he’ll return for Thursday pickin? Did I abuse him too much?

RR:   I know in my heart that man is good. That what is right will always eventually triumph.

TB:   Oh, I knew you’d take up for him. But you gotta admit, he probably left because he kept losing debates with me.

RR:   Facts are stubborn things.

TB:   Damn right.

FDR: Remember, you are just an extra in everyone else’s play.

TB:   Hey, you’re supposed to be on my side! This interview is over!


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Can’t. Focus. (But Thursday Pickin Starts in One Week!)

Quote of the Day:

Umpires would be natural Republicans–dead to human feelings.” –George Will, from Men at Work (1990)

TB stopped yesterday at the gas station to satisfy a craving for Hostess cupcakes. Nothing else would do. After I wolfishly devoured the treat I immediately felt the creeping approach of remorse. Not for the calories or the frivolous expenditure did I fret, but for the shame of loving such a processed, chemical filled and common delicacy. Other loved “foods” on my pedestal of shame are blonde Oreos with the Bronze medal and McDonald’s chicken McNuggets with Gold.

Color blindness is……staring intently at your Skittles in the best light possible to separate purple from red and green from orange so that the flavors can be enjoyed individually and in ascending order of greatness. It is slowing down at flashing single lights on two lane highways and then punching it if nobody is coming. It is pulling a suit coat from the plane at 1 am and realizing for the first time that you wore pieces from two different suits to trial that day.

I was listening again this morning to Dan Patrick’s show, my favorite on the radio. He had John McEnroe on. McEnroe thinks taking guns to nightclubs is stupid and should be illegal, but two year prison sentences for someone who hurts only themselves in the process is crazy. He’s right. You know, I think Mac would be great in politics. The idea of him failing to speak the truth, at least as he sees it, fails to compute.

Another hat tip to DP. His gang got on the subject of umpires and their antics behind the plate. They were joking how the visual examples of punch outs, ring ups and bow and arrow pulls made for bad radio. But I was cracking up. And I thought, “hey, if it makes for bad radio, it’ll make for terrible blogging.” So here you go. The animated ump is one of the subtle pleasures of the great game of baseball, and as I thought back to some of the great ones from both the big leagues and the little leagues I have seen, I really missed the pastime suddenly………Ozell……any of y’all remember him?

Bonus QOTD:

The umpire must be quick witted. He may not, like the wise old owl of the bench, look over his gold-rimmed eyeglasses, inform the assembled multitude that he will ‘take the matter under advisement,’ and then adjourn the court for a week or two to satisfy himself how he ought to decide. No, indeed. He must be johnny-on-the-spot with a decision hot off the griddle and he must stick to it, right or wrong – or be lost.” – A.G. Spalding in America’s National Game (1911)


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Birth. School. Work. Work. Work. Death

Quote of the Day:

Labor is prior to, and independent of capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital and deserves much the higher consideration.” –Abraham Lincoln

This morning TB read  this article posted on Esquire.com. The article, titled “Why are you working so hard?” is about what the writer calls America’s love-hate obsession with work. It includes observations on American worklife as depicted on television and music and contrasts our view of the office with that of Europe. I found it interesting and in many ways applicable to my own thoughts on the subject. In particular I was interested to learn that many Americans are disaffected with careers they see as pointless and yearn to begin new jobs in which they are able to use their hands or at least be outdoors.

Coincidentally, I was yesterday listening to a radio show where the vacation habits of various countries were being compared to our own. I can’t recall the specifics I heard, so I looked a few up to share. Swedish workers are guaranteed by law 18 months maternity leave and 5 weeks per year paid vacation. In Finland they get 39 paid vacation days per year, in Great Britain and The Netherlands 28. The European Union guarantees a minimum of four weeks vacation for workers in member states. source Even in Japan, known for employees’ devotion to their employers, paid time off for vacation and national holidays is guaranteed at 25 days. source In America the average vacation allowed per full time worker is 10 days, and collectively, we leave three of those precious days per year on the table. The Esquire article included this nugget that I thought was a joke until I found it repeated in several other places: in Russia, the American phrase “work like a dog” is altered slightly; to convey the same meaning, they say “work like an American.”

“Work like an American.” You know, that both pisses me off and makes me proud at the same time. But the more I think about it, the more it pisses me off.

I think one way to deal with that anger is to misdirect it, in the great tradition of American ire. Take these cliches and shove ’em up your ass Russia!

  • Instead of “crazy as a loon” we’ll now say “crazy Ivan”
  • From now on, the Pot calls the Kettle “Russian.”
  • After a long night of drinking our new hangover cure will be called “hair of the commie”. And the curative drink will be known simply as “milk and vodka”.
  • “Last, but not least” from now on is “last, but not Boris.”
  • “Is the glass half full or half Siberian?”
  • “Like a bear in a China shop”
  • We’ll start keeping delicate information “under our ushankas.” (Ok, that’s pretty weak, but I had one more Russian stereotype that needed to be worked in and it turns out until today I never knew what those funny furry Russkie winter hats were called.)

Ahhh, now I feel better. Wait  a minute. I DON’T feel better. I think I need a vacation.

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Unrelated and Incomplete Things Pondered

Quote of the Day:

I’m a limousine ridin, jet flyin, kiss stealin, wheelin dealin son of a gun. Whooooo!” Ric Flair

Did you know under the Obama administration if you and your spouse die the GOVERNMENT can decide who raises your kids????!!!!!! It’s true.

TB was reading this morning about the upcoming gender testing of a South African runner competing and setting all sorts of records as a woman. I ain’t gonna lie–lady looks like a dude. But there’s no way…..is there? Also, there is a growing movement to have male sprinter Usain Bolt tested. To see if he is human. I was listening to the Dan Patrick Show the other day and they were discussing a physicist’s conclusions on the capabilities of human speed in the 100 meters from the 1990’s. Last weekend Bolt ran faster than the physicist calculated was humanly possible.

I think one of the causes of the Republican party’s collapse from 2006-2008 was that they conclusively disproved widely held public understanding of their core strengths and their primary campaign talking points–strong national defense and fiscal restraint. I’m of the opinion that if the Democrats fail on health reform they will expose the same disconnect between rhetoric and action and will consequently suffer the same electoral fate. If they fail on reform this year, how can they effectively campaign on the issue in the future? They can’t. It seems to me they better figure out how to ram something worthwhile through Congress on their own right now and take a chance on losing in 2010 and 2012 instead of playing it safe this year and  losing with certainty the next two rounds.

Sean Hannity is the latest to provide national exposure to a guest comparing the Obama administration to the Nazis. In the 1950’s, Eisenhower built the interstate highway system–similar to the Nazi construction of the German autobahns. In the 1980’s Reagan engaged in an unprecedented military buildup, not unlike pre-World War II Germany. I was wondering why there was no comparison in the political reporting of those days to the Nazis and no popular movement of citizenry taking the same leap of logic. I’ve given the question careful consideration, applied all my skills of deduction, assumption and knowledge and I’ve come up with this theory. Maybe people weren’t SO FREAKIN STUPID back then!

Mike Vick is coming back to the NFL. Some people are mad. Really pissed, actually. My view–he’s paid the price set by our society and there is no reason he shouldn’t be allowed to hold a job for which he is qualified. Then again, if I were the NFL or the Philadelphia Eagles I would keep him on a, um, short leash.

Brett Favre is coming back to the NFL. Some people are mad. I can’t figure out why.

I’ve got this story forming in my head. It’s about a wrestler. The “Greatest Wrestler In The World.” I’ll call him Andre the Monolith. He has a few allies, and I’m just making these names up off the top of my head–Hulk Smith, Randy “YMCA” Savitch, and Tiny Frazo. He’s a fan favorite. He has destroyed all challengers he’s ever faced–Mexican luchadors, Middle Eastern sheiks, American fairies and dozens more. His enemies list has grown through the years and the fans are sick of hearing about them. The fans want him to destroy all these posers once and for all. Hulk, et al, have warned him its a bad idea but Andre won’t listen. There is a big pay per view coming up and there’s gonna be a battle royal. But what if all the bad guys team up on Andre? He’s had a couple of narrow escapes in the past fighting two guys at once. There was even a draw or two when he was unable to catch up with a speedy little gnat. But Andre is stronger than ever. So it’ll be one against twenty, winner take all. I can’t decide how the story will end right now.

Oh, about that Obama controlling your kids thing at the beginning. That was just to get your attention. Really, the government has been able to decide who raises your kids under all Presidents, but only if you don’t have a will. So if you are a parent you ought to have a will, if for no other reason than to make your wishes plain on who you want to raise your kids if you and your spouse die. No joke here, just free, good advice. If you have questions just drop me a line. I’ll recommend a living will too–you know, one of those death panel documents Obama thinks you should have to keep a Senator from diagnosing you from the floor of Congress.

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6 Questions That Go Well With Beer

Quote of the Weekend:
A fine beer may be judged with only one sip, but its better to be thoroughly sure.” –Czech proverb
  1. What aspect of American culture could you least live without–Professional and NCAA spectator sports, the Internet, Up to the minute news, movies and tv entertainment (includes internet watching), something else?
  2. What is the best beer drinkin song you know, or at least the best you can think of right now, or hell, a whole beer drinkin playlist if you got one?
  3. Who’s the coolest movie star, dead and alive?
  4. What one band or performer would you most like to have seen live in their prime?
  5. Redd Foxx in the 60’s, Richard Prior in the 70’s, Eddie Murphy in the 80’s, Chris Rock in the 90’s or Dave Chappell in the 00’s?
  6. Got anybody you wanna dedicate this song to?
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Skeletons in the Closet

Quote of the Day:

I like boring things.”     —Andy Warhol

TB got a big kick out of this article yesterday about Andy Warhol and his accumulation of junk, the highlight of which is a signed nude poster of Jackie Kennedy Onassis. All I really know about Warhol other than what the article describes is the “fifteen minutes of fame” prediction and soup can art. I’ve never been interested in learning anything more, but now I’m intrigued. Since most of you won’t click the link, I’ll summarize. When Warhol died “they” found he had storage rooms full of stuff/mementos/crap in boxes; enough that it is taking years for a team of archivists to sift through.

If you follow TB you already know I’m an Anticipator. But you also know you can’t pigeonhole me. For example, like Warhol–ok, not exactly LIKE Warhol–but similar to a drastically lesser degree than Warhol, I am also an Accumulator.

I keep ticket stubs from ballgames, museums, concerts and even movies. The hotel has its own pens? I’m taking one. Wine corks from special occasions? Yep, I might “do something” with ’em one day. I have all my childhood baseball cards and boxes of Sports Illustrateds from 1979-1984. Favored T-shirts from down through the ages that can no longer be worn due to poor condition–either the shirts or my own–are still stuffed in the corner of my closet. I don’t pour soup in boxes and seal them shut, a la Warhol, but for someone still waiting on his fifteen minutes, suffice it to say I keep a lot of stuff. Too much, I’m sure.

In fact I wrote last year about trying to simplify. How’d that work out, you ask. Pretty good I’d say. If you stretched out the ages of all  the socks I trashed in a line their cumulative lifespan was Methusalean. Anyway, all this brings to mind a classic Carlin bit on accumulating stuff.

I thought you might enjoy seeing some of my stuff too. Check it out.

10 years young and still in heavy rotation

10 years young and still in heavy rotation

Just one of many souvenirs from the summer of '83 still on hand

Just one of many souvenirs from the summer of '83 still on hand

supposedly a Bulldog, looks like a cow, believed to be inherited from my Dad's stuff, though he denies it

supposedly a Bulldog, looks like a cow, believed to be inherited from my Dad's stuff, though he denies it

Trial memento from TX. I don't know why, but even today, I failed to trash this.

Trial memento from TX. I don't know why, but even today, I failed to trash this.

Made this one black and white because it is art

Made this one black and white because it is art

The Globe was a Christmas gift in 1982. The boxes are circa 2000, from back when Sweet had the Havana connection. The cotton is from 1977. My Dad pulled over and had me go pick it. I guess we were talking about olden times. At any rate, TB, like many of the old bluesman, knows what it is like to pick cotton by hand under the unforgiving Delta sun. All of the stuff sits on an end table my folks bought when they married in 1957 and that my Mother has told me to trash at least a dozen times. But its useful for holding my stuff so I don’t. And the other thing is nameless. It is a red rubber ball hanging by a pliable metal stick that swings to and fro and makes cool reflections in the faux chrome plastic bowl behind it. I took possession of this item when my brother left home after high school. I took it to college, law school, to every apartment and both of my houses. It is worthless and useless. But by God it’s mine and I like it. Maybe one of these days I’ll even give it a name. I bet Steve Martin could help. (The audio is good, couldn’t find an actual SNL video.)

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Ignorance, Tyranny and Health Insurance

Quote of the Day:

“The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.” –Act IV, Henry VI, William Shakespeare

Today’s QOTD is TB’s all time favorite widely misunderstood quotation. The line was written not in commentary of lawyers filing too many lawsuits, nor defending murderers, nor becoming too wealthy, but rather as the first step in a plot to overthrow the government. The rebels knew it was lawyers who would oppose them through both the judicial process and in the court of public opinion by exposing the liberties being attacked, and who in the long run most threatened their violently seized political power. Rather than being offended by this famous line, most lawyers take it as a tremendous compliment, and something of a reminder of our ultimate function in society.

I became mindful once again of the widespread public ignorance of this quote in recent weeks as I’ve watched and read news coverage of the angry protests at town hall meetings over the issue of health care. What has been proved amidst the ballyhoo of the August Congressional recess about health care is not that it “must be passed” or “must be stopped” but that the overwhelming majority of us are arguing from a position of pure, unmitigated ignorance, not unlike the mass ignorance of the true meaning of Shakespeare’s line. I don’t exempt TB from the indictment. After all, I haven’t “read the bill”, actually, none of the several early stage bills. And I won’t read a final bill should one come to pass. Generally, I support a health care bill. I think the current state of health insurance is so bad that I’m willing to support virtually anything the insurance industry opposes. And I get that there are many that oppose government reform of health insurance as a general principle, from political dogma, or even from a cost/benefit point of view.

So ignorance I can accept, to a certain degree. There is a point at which it becomes absurd, however, where it fairly drives me to hopelessness, blankly staring down the barrel of a bleak national future. Death panels. Tyranny. Nazism. Really? This is the opposition? I will readily concede the complexity of the issue of health insurance reform. I understand concerns of intellectual right leaning thinkers who point out the long term financial implications, the issue of physician compensation and the problem of overwhelming a system with too few general practitioners and nurses. I even can see the possibility that health care will be “rationed” because of these issues, though it should be clear in any honest consideration of the issue that rationing is already rampant in our system, and is in fact the main reason reform is so badly needed. But when I hear opposition centered around death panels that will “pull the plug on grandma” or that Obama is a Nazi, I am driven away from considering legitimate opposition to blindly supporting the side whose rhetoric is exponentially less damn dubious. The Nazis are FAR RIGHT WINGERS on the political spectrum for chrissakes! Let them call Obama a Stalinist and I will applaud the mob’s improving intellect.

As for tyranny, the quote that keeps appearing on the news is one of Thomas Jefferson’s most well known. I had to look it up to learn its context as I was previously ignorant–same as Timothy McVeigh likely was and the health care mob certainly is–of the background for his line, “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time by the blood of patriots and tyrants.” * The sentence is lifted from a letter written by Jefferson in 1787 in which he comments on Shay’s Rebellion, a Massachusetts uprising that stemmed from opposition to high taxes and a mounting foreclosure problem (sounds familiar). Jefferson, in full philoso-tom mode, wrote of the benefits of such a rebellion, mainly that an occasional outbreak of citizen fury would remind those tasked with governing that they remain answerable to the people. What is even more interesting is that Jefferson found the rebels’ motivations “founded in ignorance, not wickedness.” Again, it sounds familiar–mass anger, misapplied. If you are on the side of thoughtful opposition to health care reform you ought to remember the part about ignorance before you rush to the defense of your fringe allies. It is a defense that only weakens in the long run the legitimate criticisms of those opposed to health insurance reform. And if you are on TB’s side, you might consider joining me in noting the certainty that the shouters’ motivations are in most instances not founded in “wickedness” and that their boisterous presence at the town halls can serve a higher purpose of reminding all our politicians to whom they are ultimately beholden. Even if the whole affair is plagued with ignorance, from top to TB to bottom.

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*I find it ironic and slightly humorous that the next sentence in his letter reads, “It is it’s natural manure.”

Here is a link to the full letter containing Jefferson’s “tree of liberty” quote.

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