Could someone tell me just what is so darned special about the Buckleys? Frankly I never really got what was the big deal about William F. — I could never get through any of his articles in National Review, I always found them over-ornate, meandering, and pompous (what I could read before I went into a boredom coma). And his son, Christopher, strikes me as being an almost perfect example of insubstantiality in human form. Here is his opinion, in the usual Buckleyesque cascade of verbiage, of Sarah Palin. Apparently she is just too, too, too common, though not too common for way too many words.
You know, if someone from, say, Fox News had written that Obama’s campaign plane smelled bad, what sort of reception do you think that would have gotten?
(Via.)
Update: well, apparently someone is calling the reporter “racist” for not saying that the Obama campaign plane smelled like Chanel No. 5, or whatever. I don’t know who is saying that — it’s just a comment on a blog, without citation. I certainly hope the commenter doesn’t mean me. For what it’s worth, I don’t think the reporter was being racist, I think (or rather, thought) that his liberal credentials as a member of CBS News would get him a pass on what would get hoards of shriekers down on a reporter from a perceived “right wing” news organization such as Fox News. If the liberal news media Teflon shield is starting to wear down, maybe the Obama contingent is starting to eat its own like left wing organizations tend to do.
Update 2: well, there’s a comment on the original article about three comment pages in:
This is a despicable attempt by a McCain journalist to suggest that Obama would be an inferior president based on the state of his press plane. It suggests that “The black guy”s plane is disorganized and smelly so that means he”s going to be a disorganized and smelly president.”
(I can’t connect to individual comments on the CBS News blog page.) There are also some less coherent accusations of racism from other commenters, in all caps and such. On the whole the commenters to professional news blogs seems to be of rather lower quality than to “amateur” blogs. I wonder why that is.
Oh God, the whining… “McCain was booooring!” “We’re gonna lose!” “Welcome to your new socialism, start stocking up on ammo…” “OMGWTFBBQOBAMAWONTHEDEEBATE!!!ELEVEN!!!” Verdict: you signed up expecting entertainment, and got boring old politics. Oops!
You know what, people? Desperation isn’t impressive. Another name for it is flop-sweat. But by all means, let’s go into hysterics now. Oh yeah, and stay home in a snit instead of voting because McCain wasn’t entertaining you enough. That’s my favorite. It’s also called “a vote for the opposition.” You know, those of us who can’t afford a cabin in the mountains all stocked with guns, ammo and Maker’s Mark are the ones who are going to have to suffer through at least four years of your revenge-against-the-GOP party. So by all means write in “Mitch Romney” or “Ron Paul” or “mah dawg” in that ballot. Criminy, lefties aren’t the only ones making this a nation of fragile-nerved ninnies.
(Via: all the blogs.)
In the further antics of Our Betters in the Media, their latest “Sarah Palin is a big dummy!” salvo failed, and when I say failed I mean like Epic Fail. But we should keep watching the tv news and reading the papers for our info, not those inaccurate, biased blogs. Yeah.
You know, I am in a very bad mood because I have a plugged up ear (and the slightest bit of physical discomfort really irritates me; I will be the first to admit that I am not good at being stoic). So it doesn’t help that just about every one of my favorite blogs has gone into Full Whine mode about the election.
It goes like this:
“Wa-aaah! McCain won’t talk about the issues I want him to talk about!”
“Wa-aaah! Obama is up in the polls!” (Oh, those magical, mystical polls, none of whom have ever been right. Remember the 2000 election that was called for Gore?)
“Wa-aaah! Sarah Palin didn’t pull a 185+ IQ out of her hat and totally wow Big Brained Geniuses like Maureen Dowd into loving her!”
“Wa-aaah! McCain isn’t going to pull in the swing-voter vote!” (A.k.a. “the intellect of jellyfish washed up on the beach voter vote.”)
“Wa-aaah! McCain’s gonna lose because–” (he isn’t hammering all the “ex”-terrorists Obama pals around with, or the fact that the mortgage mess is the fault of Democrats holding the “we’ll tell everyone you’re a racist and you’ll be shunned by all the cool people oh and also fined and jailed” gun to the heads of bankers, or that Obama is just a big jerk who wants us to all die.)
“Wa-aaah! Obama’s gonna win and we’re all gonna end up in a Gulag run by Bill Ayers and the faculty of the University of Chicago!” Never mind that what’s actually more likely is that, should the election turned out that way, I give it less than a day before his constituency, led by the eternally faithless crew that runs the mainstream media, turns on him like sharks turning on a bucket of fresh chum. You know why? Because they’ll realize that the world did not immediately turn into a utopia filled with puppies, rainbows, and rivers made of caramel syrup. You want to know how I know this? Because I was witness to the 24-hour-old Failed Clinton Presidency (thus branded by Dave Barry after the post-inauguration hangover set in and everyone in the news media woke up and realized they still had to work for a living despite the fact that the Dems were in control).
Lord love a duck. I don’t want that hollow race huckster in charge of the country any more than you do, but whining about Doom! Doom! We Are All Doomed! just plays right into the hands of his whacked-out followers and his terrorist mentors, who want people like us to be in a state of perpetual misery and self-hatred because the world isn’t turning out like we want it to. Don’t do that, don’t be that guy — that’s the “progressive” way, to hate reality because it doesn’t conform to our standards.
And one more thing: stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop… stop trying to impress Democrats. You know who you are — you’re the people who keep complaining that, for dredge up an example, that Democrats are still making fun of Sarah Palin. I have some news for you, people: Democrats will always make fun of Sarah Palin and people like her (that’s people like us, by the way, which is why some of you are so worried about this — come on, you know it’s true) because they don’t like people like her. And they won’t like her even if she pulled out a PhD in Intergalactic Philosophy or whatever those documents are that these people trade off on each other at their little parties. They would make fun of her even if she sounded just like them and parrotted their ideals. So it’s no good worrying about it. Be more secure. Show some spine. We are the vertebrates in this evolutionary scheme. Stand up straight. And remind yourselves that to have enemies like this is good, it’s a good thing these people don’t like us. I wouldn’t want to be liked by Bill Ayers and his ilk, would you?
Update: see? And now there you are, under your porch with your revolver stuck in your ear, looking like a fool. And to make it worse, the neighbor’s lab puppy just squeezed under there and is licking your face, and the neighbor just stuck her head down there to call him and she saw you. Remember to go quietly when the ambulance people get there — at worse you’ll just have to stay in the psych ward for one night for 24 hour observation.
My favorite line in this article about yet another sad boy-man who couldn’t keep it in his pants:
Upset at Nixon winning again, John was totally out of his head on drugs, pills and drink.
(Via Kathy Shaidle. Title from the soppy, too-clichéd-for-Hallmark song “Woman” from Lennon’s post-binge realization that if he didn’t make up to Yoko he’d be out on the street. Too bad he didn’t get shot before the album was recorded got shot.)
I have an announcement: I will never own property. By that I mean, I will never buy real estate. I simply have no interest in doing so. There are a variety of reasons, not the least of which is the fact that if I owned this apartment instead of merely renting it I’d have to pay someone to repair the air-conditioner instead of being able to call maintenance, as I did, and tell them “it’s broke, come fix it.” Another reason is the fact that once you own something, you are responsible for either looking after it or getting rid of it. Especially nowadays getting rid of unwanted real estate isn’t easy. Even foreclosure is a long, drawn-out process involving tedious things like paperwork and talking to legal departments. I am thankful that I have nothing more to worry about disposing when I move than some crappy, beat-up furniture and old books, and I plan to keep it that way.
It used to be that people like me were looked upon as somehow deficient, as having failed at life. After all, one of the bastions of the American Dream™ was owning your own house. But now that the fever dream of “a house in every pot, even if that pot could barely afford to scrape up rent every month and worked part time at McDonald’s” has ended and everyone who participated in the great Mortgage Grab is nursing the resultant hangover, I wonder who’s the failure now?
Anyway, everything that I could say about this fun crisis was said fourteen years ago, in 1994, by Florence King, who wrote about the attitude towards renters in this country and why she prefers to rent. The essay can be found in the collection Stet! Damnit! which I highly recommend to Florence completists. Anyway, her theory is that Americans are encouraged to tie themselves to home ownership because that way they’ll be so preoccupied with the constant maintenance the family homestead needs that they won’t have any time to give the government any trouble. Or as she puts it: “Being a home owner transforms him from a thinking reed into a tinkering, puttering, dull, distracted, small-minded bore, and that’s just the kind of citizenry the government wants.” Governments want power, and one of the easiest ways of getting it is to get the people you want power from in debt to you.
I think this could also explain the fits of condo-mania that have always perplexed me. When you sit down and think about it, what sort of home-ownership is buying a few rooms in a building, which is what apartments are? How deep through the drywall to the next apartment does your ownership go? How many inches of the pipes are you supposed to be responsible for as opposed to your downstairs neighbor? Sure, it’s supposed to build up your credit or something, but I never could get past the fact that people bought apartments as if they were houses. But when I read Miss King’s essay and come to the part where she describes how carefree she feels when she can simply call maintenance and have them fix whatever is broken, so she could go back to her writing in peace, it came to me: apartment renters weren’t being reined in enough. Sure, they had to sign a lease, but then when that lease was up they were free to move on. Can’t have that — get them to buy their hole-in-a-building! Tell them it will build them “equity” and they’ll be Real Home Owners at last, grownups just like that guy with the 5 BR 3 BTH McMansion. And of course, this drives rent prices up as actual apartments become scarce, and the meme gets passed around that renting is just “throwing money away every month.” As if you could take it with you, maybe line your coffin with it when you collapse of an early-onset stroke brought about by the stresses of owning a home.
Insofar as I can understand it, pretty much what this guy says. On a side note, I take the opportunity to point out in the comments that I still can’t understand the whole Enron thing. (Please don’t try to explain it to me. I’ve read stuff about it, had other people try to explain it — it seems to be something to do with energy, but Enron didn’t actually have power companies or nuclear plants or anything, they just seemed to have some sort of “thing” with energy that for a while people were willing to give them lots of money for. Well, I own seven manual typewriters; everyone has a ridiculous hobby they want to throw money at, I guess.)
I can say a couple of things about the mortgage end and the housing end, though. I’ve already mentioned I worked for a mortgage company for fourteen years, and thus this sort of thing is no surprise to me. And I was just a flunky, not a loan officer or anything. You just learn stuff about a business you work for for a long time, unless you’re really stupid (or the subject is Enron). After that, I worked for four years for a homebuilding company, one of the big ones. Like all the rest of them they made all sorts of stupid decisions based on predictions even I, a keyboard puncher who had always rented, could tell were insanely over-optimistic. When the axe came down on most of us I was so not surprised.
What I don’t understand, and never will, is how the big ones in charge who actually make these decisions (lend money to everyone! build a zillion inventory homes despite the ascendant anti-cookie-cutter-home fashion that anyone with HGTV on their cable lineup knew about! Etc.) came to their decisions. It sounds more like some sort of lemming-like mass hysteria gripped the industry. How embarrassing if true.
Uh-oh… no sooner do I decide to move to St. Louis, MO, then I find out that some local governmental official types who are totally in the bag for Osama have decided to jump the gun a little and start threatening those who don’t think the O-man is the One, the Way, and the Light. Hey, people, wait until he’s elected God President, okay? Sheesh, some people just have to peek under the Christmas wrappings early.
Seriously, I’m not too worried. After all, everyone knows that McCain is going to win, and then people like St. Louis County Circuit Attorney Bob McCulloch and St. Louis City Circuit Attorney Jennifer Joyce will be too busy pissing their pants in thwarted rage to worry about people who don’t like their beloved one. Okay, really seriously this time: I might as well introduce myself seeing as how in a few months I plan to relocate to their state: Hi. I refuse to vote for Obama for the following reasons: he’s a socialist, a liar, a product of the notoriously-corrupt Chicago political machine, is too inexperienced and thin-skinned to be chief dog-catcher much less president of a country where he can expect at least someone somewhere to call him a fascist baby-killer, and he is running a racially-divided campaign even though he’s 1) half white, and 2) his African father shares nothing, not even tribal ancestry, with the African-American descendants of slaves in this country upon the back of whose experience he is attempting to ride into the presidency. And that’s just the reasons I can think of off the top of my head.
One thing I don’t see mentioned all that often about the liberal, progressive mindset, is their policy of just up and walking away from unpleasant situations, often leaving others to clean up the messes they leave behind. Confronting a situation head on is to be avoided at all costs, especially if doing so will result in the liberal, progressive person in question “looking bad” in the high-school-derived conception of “reputation” most liberals have.
Case in point: famous (in her own circles, anyway) Hispanic writer Alisa Valdez-Rodriguez is tired of paying a mortgage on a house that the current economic crisis has devalued, and tired of living in Arizona, which apparently refused to change its culture to please her, so she’s going to–
— Sell her house and eat the loss?
— Move and rent out her house, still paying the mortgage until the housing crisis resolves itself (as these things do) and her house goes back up in value?
No no no, that would be falling into the oppressive, capitalist trap! Instead, she’s going to Stick It To The Man and Show Them All — she’s going to just stop paying her mortgage (take that bank! I hope she writes a snarky letter and I hope they publish it in the newspaper to public ridicule) and move back in with her dad! I’m sure her kids are just thrilled.
Now for some full disclosure: I’ve had my moments in finance — let’s just say my credit is in the trash heap because of my own bad actions in the past where I’ve just quit paying. However, I own my bad decisions, I don’t blame them on the evil capitalist credit companies who forced all those Visas and Mastercards and student loans down my throat. I don’t write self-aggrandizing posts about how defaulting on my car loan made me some sort of champion of the poor. I walked open-eyed into buying a car I couldn’t afford. No one made me. I learned my lesson.
But liberal, progressive, always-right people like Valdez-Rodriguez never learn their lesson. They are the teachers, see — we are the ones who have to sit open-mouthed like baby birds and receive their regurgitated wisdom. They never see the real consequences of their actions, because they can always blame it on this ephemeral “oppressive, capitalist system.” But I worked for a mortgage company for fourteen years and I can tell you the bad facts, not the unicorn-dust wishes and fairy tears dreams of the liberals. The bad facts are this:
— Pressure to prove their non-racist bona fides notwithstanding, the fact that a Hispanic female has stopped paying her bills out of pique will only add to the perception that both Hispanics and females are both worse credit risks than WASP males. It won’t be stated out loud, ever, but it’s something “everyone will know,” just like “everyone knows” that African-Americans are also lousy bill payers, that Indians (from India) are incredibly annoying to deal with because they insist on arguing about every damn thing in the fine print, Arabs can’t seem to help trying to bargain the price of everything, the Chinese are extremely anal and tight as ticks, and so on. You don’t like it? TOUGH SHIT. This is the way people think, this is the way people always think, and none of your racial quotas and doublethink thought policing will change this fact about the mortgage industry and finance in general and human nature forever. Sure, the fact that mortgage companies and banks made loans to minorities with little or no credit, because they had a gun to their head called “bad publicity if you don’t.” That doesn’t mean they didn’t do it without qualms among the flunkies — i.e., the loan officers and underwriters who actually have to process the paperwork. But no one cares what flunkies think.
— This will, of course, just add to the present crisis. In fact, the whole system of unspoken-yet-known judgmentalism was a natural way of making sure stuff like what is happening now be kept to a minimum. You know what happens when you fuck with nature.
— Far from easing relations between the various races and ethnic groups in this country, the PC meddling by the Concerned Ones has only made things worse. Sure, the previous system was prejudicial, but you know what? It actually made things in the long run better for minorities. Having to prove they had good credit meant minority groups had to make sure they ignored the siren call of the “helpers” who promised an easy way into the mainstream, easy ways which usually meant more obligations than say a poor immigrant family could handle. It meant they had to work hard, not lay around waiting for a welfare check. It meant, eventually, that when they came back with good credit they got a good loan, because when the meddlers are kept out of it money talks and bullshit walks. And it meant that the reputation of the minority person’s minority group was therefore also improved. A rising tide lifts all boats (for example, the reputation of Asians as studious, hardworking, and thrifty is certainly an improvement over what people used to think of them).
But now that’s all screwed, or at least badly set back. Now somewhere there are African-Americans or Hispanics or what-have-you sitting in their overpriced houses whose value is currently halved, who can’t afford to pay the mortgage because they got an ARM and the rates shot through the roof and therefore so did their mortgage payment, who feel an increasing bitterness at the oppressive, capitalist, white Them who told them they wouldn’t have any problems, sure, go buy that huge, swollen home on your ten-dollar-an-hour wages. Thanks, liberal helpers, for clearing up this country’s racial problems overnight!
And lastly:
— If Ms. Valdez-Rodriguez thinks she’s going to get away scot-free from this “unpleasantness,” she’s got another think coming. For example, she’ll be hounded by first the bank, and then the collection agencies. Then she’ll find that a trashed credit rating means she won’t be able to get any credit. Duh! And she’ll find that she needs credit in this economy. Why am I renting out a $550 a month one-room apartment at the age of 45? Well, for one thing, I don’t have any relatives to leech off of like she has. She’d better hope daddy doesn’t get tired of her or her kid’s shit and throws her out the door. Having to be perpetually on the good side of someone, even a beloved family member, does things to a person’s psyche, though your mileage may vary. Maybe she’ll be happy but her kid will start acting out. Etc.
But back to that trashed credit. All those calls from the credit companies offering to increase your rate? Say good-bye to those. She’ll be lucky to keep the cards she has. Though I’ll bet you an announcement that she’s cutting up her Visa and stopping payment will come next. You know, stuffing your money in a sock under the mattress isn’t as efficient as you think it is.
Another thing: she’s a writer, so she gets royalty checks, right? In other words, she gets paid. Watch the screams hit the roof when she finds her income being garnished. You think Uncle Sam won’t get personally involved in Little Miss Wash-My-Hands’ mortgage follies? There’s taxes in them thar houses. These are usually handled by putting them in escrow, but if no one’s making the house payments, how will the government get its share? Well, from the bank, but — if I were the bank I’d already be on the phone to the IRS. But that’s just me.
(Via.)