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Good to go? I think not

I am very tired. I am particularly tired of “good to go.” The phrase, not the alleged condition. It is among the words and phrases I seriously unlike. The list waxes and wanes. Certain phrases have been supplanted by others.  “Poster boy” seems to have faded into obscurity joining “shit happens” “23 skiddoo” and “Duesy (doozy)” laying fallow among many others.

“Good to go” should go in the bin. If anything, I’d prefer “hot to trot.” It, at least, has a rhyme although some might argue (persuasively) that it contains a risqué element that seems to have been spawned in the frat houses of the ’60s and ’70s. If “good to go” were gone, I would be a “happy camper,” which is another Econo-Lodge phrase that happily has worked its way into the bin.

I am, as a rule, against capital punishment. But in the case of “Your call is important to us,” I believe execution is appropriate. I would give it the needle in a New York minute, which is ’70s-speak for “quick like a fox.” In any event, I say, Death to the Lie! ¡No pasarán! I say let it die and let us relegate this soulless lie to the flames of hell and eternal damnation.

I am also tired of “pre-owned”? It used to be that the perfectly respectable word “used” was applied articles offered second-hand, particularly in reference to automobiles. Car dealers, I would guess, worked diligently to remove the phrase “used cars” from popular use because of the low status of used car salesmen, who are today, presumably, salesmen (and women) of “pre-owned vehicles” and therefore command more respect from consumers.

Even the word “sale” is no longer used in the auto industry’s erstwhile effort to sell vehicles, aka cars and trucks. Auto makers no longer hold Labor Day sales of cars. They are “events.” The Labor Day event is actually a Labor Day sale in disguise, and one is well-advised to hurry to one’s nearest dealer to take full advantage of the EVENT. I do not think anyone has mistaken the “event” for anything like the 100-yard dash, which has sadly morphed into the 100-meter dash, a depressing sign that Europe and the Euro seek world domination.

It seems that on the positive side of the ledger, “enhance” and “robust” also are fading from the American lexicon. I hope this is so. I have been so vigorously enhanced and robusted that my narrative ear cries repent at the very mention of these two sinfully shabby words.

Conversely, I advocate the return of the ’60s expression “far out.” One may add, “man” to the phrase or, if one is old enough, the word, “daddy-o to inject a ‘’50s flavor.

Which brings me to the “60 Minutes” interview of House Speaker John Boehner (of our political existence) and Senate Majority Menace Mitch McConnell. This was broadcast last Sunday, January 25.

Both these grand hacks of the Grand Old Party acknowledged that the congressional approval amongst Americans is 15 percent. That is, 85 percent of Americans think Congress is substantially less than adequate in the performance. Thus, being a member of Congress is a few stitches below being a salesman of pre-owned vehicles. The 113th Congress (2013-2015) earned a reputation as the most unproductive in history. And while they mumbled suitable sound bites to the contrary, the two leaders are ill-disposed toward change or anything that smacks of President Obama.

The sitting 114th Congress is composed of 301 Republican members, 247 in the House and 54 in the Senate. As a group, it’s paid more than $52.4 million to attend to the nation’s legislative needs, of which there appears to be little. Seems like a lotta dough. In fact, one could say (apologies to Winston Churchill), that never in the history of the republic have so many paid so much to so few to do so little.

Far out, man.

Shit happens.

 

 

King’s letter

As the Star’s editorial page today made no mention of Martin Luther King, we thought it might be nice to show that this wasn’t always the case. This editorial, which carried the headline above, appeared January 15, 2001.

In the spring of 1963 Martin Luther King and the civil rights movement were at a low ebb. King had attracted much opposition from mainstream America. Most of the nation’s newspapers, civil authorities and even clergy urged the determined civil rights leader not to violate a court-ordered injunction against a march in Birmingham, Ala. King’s critics called for calm and restraint. King’s decision to defy the injunction demonstrated his great courage and resulted in the classic defense of civil disobedience: Letter from Birmingham Jail, April 16, 1963.

King faced opposition to the court order not only from the world at large, but also from his closest allies and his father. On the eve of the march, he asked the Rev. Ralph D. Abernathy to join in the protest, which assuredly would result in their arrest and yet more scorn from the world at large. Abernathy asked King to obey the injunction, according to the account in Taylor Branch’s seminal work, “Parting the Waters.” Branch’s book also relates the conversation between father and son:

“King replied firmly that he had to march. ‘If we obey this injunction, we are out of business,’ he said.

“Daddy King sagged visibly and shifted in his seat, as though pawing the floor. ‘Well, you didn’t get this nonviolence from me,’ he said. ‘You must have got it from your mama.’

” ‘I have to go,’ King repeated softly. ‘I am going to march if I have to march by myself.’ ”

Abernathy finally consented, saying he had to find a replacement minister for his congregation’s Easter services. As expected, the marchers were arrested.

Once in jail, King was struck by a newspaper story that reported local clergymen were critical of the civil rights leader’s defiance of the law. King began to scribble a reply, first starting in the margins of the story, then jumping to other spots in the paper where there was room to write.

King’s letter explained that he could only obey just laws, and he explained that unjust laws must be disobeyed. He also argued forcefully that the civil rights movement was troubled less by the Ku Klux Klan than from white moderates, who urged patience and caution.

King explained that he hadn’t the patience and could not wait. “Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging dark of segregation to say, ‘Wait,’ ” he wrote. Then follows a 310-word sentence that stands as a monument to the need for social justice and equality, eloquently describing why King was moved to action:

“But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she can’t go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son who is asking: ‘Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?’; when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading ‘white’ and ‘colored’; when your first name becomes ‘nigger,’ your middle name becomes ‘boy’ (however old you are) and your last name becomes ‘John,’ and your wife and mother are never given the respected title ‘Mrs.’; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you go forever fighting a degenerating sense of ‘nobodiness’ then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair.”

The nation has made great progress since this letter was written. But the hearings in Florida on the rejection of African-Americans at the polls are a stark reminder – on this day that we honor Martin Luther King – that his struggle is far from finished, that a thinly veiled residue of racism still clings to the nation’s social fabric, and the struggle for equality and social justice continues.

A Conversation with Father Bob Fuller

Just finished this video with two people I admire greatly. My first effort at an interview video. Warning: This is 19 minutes long. The standard apology — “I’m sorry, I did not have time to write short,” also applies to video.

The A-Mountain video Christmas card

From Steve, Edie and Zoe

 



 

Cloudy with more smiles, redux

This is slide show of Tucson clouds. The music is by Dave Grushin, “Mountain Dance.” The music plays on after the video ends. You can listen. Or not.

Click here to play it.

Looking for vitality

The New York Times reported today that parents in Florida are bitching and moaning over standardized tests. Kids are taking Xanax to cope. They can’t sleep. They can’t eat.

One parent told the Times that her son who is a high school junior is so test-weary, “I have had to take him to his doctor.” She added: “He can’t sleep, but he’s tired. He can’t eat, but he’s hungry.” The Times said in Florida “many schools this year will dedicate on average 60 to 80 days out of the 180-day school year to standardized testing. In a few districts, tests were scheduled to be given every day to at least some students.”

Wow. Welcome to the Republic of morons who created the politics of educational testing. When it was discovered 30 years ago that sometimes Johnny could not read, politicians rose from the ether. They passed laws requiring Johnny be tested. And so it came to pass. Mandatory tests were imposed. Standards were created. If students passed, then OK. If not, kick their asses from here to John Dewey. And the schools and teachers, too.

Doris Kerns Goodwin points out (in “The Bully Pulpit”) that publisher S.S. McClure said at the dawn of the 20th century that the “ ‘vitality of democracy’ depends on ‘popular knowledge of complex issues.’ ” If we have such popular knowledge, it is well hidden amid the avalanche of 30-second TV commercials and nonexistent or cursory debates that dominate every election. This democracy is in desperate need of some political Geritol.

Imagine, if you possibly can, the format of the Lincoln-Douglas debates of 1858 being applied to today’s politics: One candidate spoke for 60 minutes; the other spoke for 90 minutes. The first candidate was allowed a 30-minute rebuttal. There were seven such debates. THREE HOURS EACH! Thousands of Illinois voters showed up.

And just think of all the progress we’ve made since then.

Political grammar

Anybody notice that Ethan Orr’s campaign (for District 9 state House) signs were still littering the roads, violating the landscape and offending north side eyeballs days after the election? His two opponents had taken down their signs immediately in accordance with certain principles of political etiquette. Mr. Orr is either not acquainted with the politics of Emily Post or a rube who plants his political elbows on the dinner table.

In any event, he’s neither worthy nor deserving. Hope the good doctor (opponent physician Randall Friese) maintains his slim lead over Mr. Neither/nor. Clearly this wasn’t a case of either/or.

Orr spent a huge pile of money. Can’t tell you how many days my morning newspaper was plied with sticky post-it tags at the top covering up news and urging me to vote Orr. Which I did not do. The governor reportedly gave him mucho moolah. Bless her lame-duck heart.

Block that metaphor (stolen fair and square from The New Yorker)

From the Department of Regrettable Metaphors, FUBAR Sentences and Abused Prepositions:

“Football is sometimes an itch that cannot be scratched, a forever thing.”

            Arizona Daily Star, November 6, 2014, page 1, Section B

 

Such itches give you a rash. Until you die. Then you Rash in Peace. A thing of forever.

Not scratching an itch leads to other itches, more itches and so many more that they become sons of itches. It’s a generational forever thing.

This football thing stops here, but you know we just scratched the surface.

Editing is a scratch just itching for a number one lead pencil to cut the crap, a now-and-again thing.

 

 

 

Looking for attribution

“Nightcrawler” is a newly released movie written and directed by Dan Gilroy. At the moment, it is receiving mostly positive reviews from film critics such as Kenneth Turan of the Los Angeles Times, Anthony Lane of The New Yorker, Joe Morgenstern of The Wall Street Journal and A. O. Scott of The New York Times. The first three reviews quote a line the movie, which evolves around the tabloid TV. The line is spoken by a TV news producer played by Renee Russo. This is from Turan’s review:

“I want something people can’t turn away from,” she says. The key word is not bloody but “graphic,” the victims should be well-off and white. “Think of our newscast,” she concludes, “as a screaming woman running down the street with her throat cut.”

Here is a passage from Ben Hecht’s autobiography, “A Child of the Century” published published 60 years ago (page 144, Simon & Schuster, 1954, first edition): Hecht writes of Sherman Duffy, a Chicago newspaperman whom he idolized. Hecht is writing about the time between 1910 and 1917.

“Great wits crossed swords with my champion (Duffy). There was Arthur James Pegler, the salty and verbally crackling father of Westbrook, the mighty columnist-to-be. Pegler, père, was the inventor of the blood-and-thunder rhetoric which became known as the Hearst newswriting style. He wrote once, in a magazine tale, a description of the thing he had helped create:

” ‘A Hearst newspaper is like a screaming woman running down the street with her throat cut.’ ”

Hecht was a Chicago reporter during the golden days newspapering. He famously co-wrote the play “The Front Page,” which was made into three movies,* all of which are well worth watching.*

He later became novelist, playwright and most of all a Hollywood script writer and dubbed the Shakespeare of Hollywood.

Gilroy, the writer of “Nightcrawler,” would have done well to attribute the slit throat quote to Pegler, if not by name then to at least indicate it did not originate with him via the Russo character.

* Adolphe Menjou and Pat O’Brien played in the first version(1931), Matheau and Lemmon in the remake (1974) and Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell gave it a twist (1940) and was titled, “His Girl Friday.”

 

Season of puke

I subscribe to Time magazine. Its current cover shows a picture of Rand Paul and says he is the most fascinating guy in politics.

I puked.

I subscribed to Harper’s magazine. Its lead story is “How do we Stop Hillary.”

I puked.

I have watched aTV commercial for Martha McSally that says she will fix the Arizona border.

I laughed so hard I puked.

Difficult time for those with delicate political tummies. Pass the barrels of bicarbonate and cases of Malox.