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Thursday, February 17, 2011

A sleeping giant awakens in Wisconsin
Posted by Jill | 5:22 AM
Here in New Jersey, where property taxes on even a modest house often run upwards of $8,000 a year, Chris Christie's jihad against public sector workers has been met with either applause or crickets. If my own community is any indication, New Jerseyans care only about youth sports and nothing else. They don't put together than when the snow is plowed, it's a public worker who does it. Or when the potholes are fixed, it's a public worker who does it. They support their community's schools and praise THEIR children's teachers, but want OTHER communities' teachers to get screwed. Perhaps it's that there are so many Wall Street workers in the state, or the reality that so many governors have been stiffing the public pension fund for so many years that the problem may well be intractable. But where I live, these workers are silently taking it. And as a result, Chris Christie is touted more as the GOP Flavor-of-the-Month for 2012:




...despite that most of his budget-cutting is so far just bluster, as the state's bond rating has just been cut.

Not so in Wisconsin, where tens of thousands of state workers, perhaps inspired by the sight of large numbers of people amassing to force change, have gathered in front of, and in many cases, even IN, the state house, to protest the radical move by Wisconsin's teabagger governor Scott Walker to summarily remove the state workers' right to collective bargaining.

Unions make convenient punching bags. My own experiences with being a union member have hardly been edifying. I spent an entire summer after high school on a picket line in front of the Elm Street A&P (now a Trader Joe's) in order to preserve my ability to work summers there while in college. When my job at Standard & Poor's was a Newspaper Guild job, and my boss wanted to promote me to a non-union job, the shop steward blocked the promotion, despite the fact that I would be replaced by someone in the union. There are unions, and there are unions. In some cases, like mine, you are simply working for another level of management just trying to protect its own interests and not caring one whit for yours. But when you see things like Republican state senators trying to gut child labor laws and a Republican outgoing president rushing through a rule to make it more difficult for the government to regulate toxic substances that adversely affect workers on the job, you know what ultimately all this demonization of public workers is about. It's not ultimately about saving taxpayer money, it's about making sure that not one worker anywhere in the country has any say against an onslaught of corporate exploitation and greed. If workers have to develop life-threatening illnesses so people have microwave popcorn to eat while watching streaming movies, so be it.

Rachel Maddow talked with Russ Feingold last night about the demonization of public sector workers:



If you're lucky enough to still have a job; if you're paid well, maybe you just got promoted, you feel pretty secure -- if you think that you aren't expendable and jettisoning you onto the scrap heap of 99-ers isn't something that can happen if it means getting the company through the giant maw of Wall Street greed through another quarter, guess again. And the next time you demonize a public sector worker, go read about the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire. Then come back and tell me that unions have been an unmitigated evil.

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Sunday, January 10, 2010

Sunday Big Blue Smurf Blogging: What They Said
Posted by Jill | 2:03 PM
It's about time someone said it. Today's honoree, Angry Mouse, over at, of all places, the Great Orange Satan, who notes the utter haplessness of so-called "feminist" organizations that want our money and accomplish nothing except solicit more money.

Money quote:
They’ve failed to organize the millions of supporters they have into a coherent and powerful movement. 'Cause when your movement looks like an amateur mess compared with the "keep your government hands off my Medicare" teabaggers, you're doing something wrong.

They’ve failed to frame the debate and influence how we talk about issues that affect women’s lives. While they're still arguing about "choice" -- a word that persuades no one and narrowly focuses the conversation on abortion instead of the full spectrum of reproductive health -- opponents are thinking up clever new phrases to use incessantly and force into the public consciousness until they become law. "Partial birth abortion." "Rights of the preborn." "Culture of life."

They’ve failed to make women’s rights a legislative priority for the very representatives they help send to Congress. And if their supposed allies don't worry about losing support of the feminist organizations, certainly their opponents don't lose a lot of sleep over invoking the almighty wrath of the feminists. What's the worst they can do? Organize another march? Hey, that might actually be great news for Republicans!

They’ve failed to adapt their movement and their message to a new era and a new generation of would-be feminists. Where are the bumper sticker slogans, the tactics, the refreshed, revised 21st century approach to a problem as old as time? Are they using the internet for anything more than urgent emails and processing donations? Where are the clever YouTube videos by a new generation of feminists talking about how this or that bill affects them? Where is the television presence? Where are the bloggers? (Oh, there are plenty of feminist bloggers out there, but they’re not being supported or promoted or elevated by the feminist organizations, who still think the internet is primarily for sending email. For example, guess who the "featured blogger" on Emily's List is? Why, it's Ellen Malcolm, the president.)

They’ve failed –- time and again, in any number of ways, under Republican and Democratic administrations. And if they don't figure that out, and figure out how to change it, they will become irrelevant. We already know how to raise money with the internet, and we don't need Ellen Malcolm, or her successor, or any of her FeminismTM counterparts to do it.

I'd take it a step further and throw in organizations like Moveon.org while I'm at it -- another group that barrages us with e-mails asking for money or signatures on worthless petitions that no one looks at. Moveon.org used to be sort of effective, but lately it's the same tactic -- send scary e-mails, ask for money, and accomplish nothing. Democrats in government want nothing to do with them. Petitions are useless.

I don't have any answers as to how to get our legislators to listen to us instead of to corporations. But these groups have been astoundingly ineffective. I don't know what the alternative is, but I for one have stopped throwing money down this empty hole. Instead, I donate to specific candidates, like Al Franken and Alan Grayson, who uphold the values that matter to me.

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Saturday, September 27, 2008

By his works ye shall know him
Posted by Jill | 5:53 PM

It's become fashionable in right-wing circles to pooh-pooh the social activism of left-leaing actors. "They should just shut up," we hear. Of course when Chuck Norris claims to have done two tours in Iraq, or Charlton Heston advocates for guns, the right says nary a word. But if Brad Pitt decides to hold a contest for building green homes in New Orleans for those displaced by Hurricane Katrina, his motives must somehow be suspect.

Oddly absent from the right's vitriol was Paul Newman. Perhaps it was because he was Hud and Cool Hand Luke and Rocky Graziano and Butch Cassidy and Fast Eddie Felson -- "manly men" that didn't threaten Republicans. Or maybe it was his late-life fascination with race cars, which gave him manly-man cred among the NASCAR set. Or perhaps it was just that aside for his support for Eugene McCarthy, which landed him on Richard Nixon's enemies list, his was a quiet activism, one that later in life manifested quietly, almost stealthily, on supermarket shelves all over America, where even people who watched American Idol and NASCAR might buy a jar of Newman's Own brand salsa to have with their chips on Super Bowl Sunday. It was an activism that manifested in the concept of the Hole-In-The-Wall Camps, named for one of his most beloved films, for kids with serious illnesses.

Not for Newman the self-promotion of Don Imus, who seems to think he can make up for his horrific misogyny, hostility, and racism by using the kids from his own ranches as human shields. Newman just very quietly went about becoming a philanthropist with little fuss, while continuing an astonishing body of celluloid masterpieces well into his Social Security years.

It's hard to believe that someone like Paul Newman could exist. Here was this Jewish guy, one of the most drop-dead gorgeous men ever to occupy this planet, who played men that men admired and over whom women swooned. Here was a guy who could have womanized his way through Hollywood for five decades, but instead married actress Joanne Woodward and created one of the longest-lasting love stories in the industry's history. He was an actor who could easily have been typecast into beefcake roles but instead proved he could do anything, including showing a deft hand at comedy. When he decided he wanted to race cars, he became an adept racer instead of just a dilettante. And when his little business bottling his own vinaigrette salad dressing took off like a shot, he decided that the business model of his burgeoning business should be to pour his own profits into charity. None of this ten percent horsepuckey for Paul Newman. Instead, over $250 million in proceeds from the sale of the Newman's Own products have been plowed into charitable work.

Because Newman was so involved in the world around him, it was easy to believe that he would just go on forever. Because how could the world possibly go on spinning without Paul Newman in it? And yet today, here we are, and he is gone -- and yet not gone. Because we have five decades of brilliant film work to enjoy, and Sockarooni spaghetti sauce to eat, and the example he set to follow, and just hope that we can make even a small fraction of the difference in the world that he did.

I wanted to find a clip of the scene from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid in which Butch and Sundance blow up the train, but alas I couldn't find one. But you could do worse than to remember Newman by this riveting scene from Road to Perdition -- the kind of performance that can only come from seven decades of living.



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Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Lion in Winter
Posted by Jill | 8:24 AM



No, I'm not talking about John McCain, I'm talking about Carlos Delgado. After all, if Rachel Maddow has to be talked off the ledge, it's time to turn to the spiritual life, which as anyone who's seen Bull Durham knows, is baseball.

I've long had a soft spot for Carlos Delgado, largely because of his political courage and his history of humanitarian work and activism for peace. It was no small thing in 2004 when, as a member of the Toronto Blue Jays, he stayed in the dugout during the playing of God Bless America during the seventh inning stretch in a July game against the Yankees. You could criticize it as an empty, unnecessarily inflammatory gesture -- the kind of gesture that Democratic politicians don't dare to make, lest Chris Matthews and Charlie Gibson say mean things. But Delgado simply stated what has now become a fairly mainstream view:

"It's a very terrible thing that happened on September 11. It's (also) a terrible thing that happened in Afghanistan and Iraq. I just feel so sad for the families that lost relatives and loved ones in the war. But I think it's the stupidest war ever. Who are you fighting against? You're just getting ambushed now. We have more people dead now, after the war, than during the war. You've been looking for weapons of mass destruction. Where are they at? You've been looking for over a year. Can't find them. I don't support that. I don't support what they do. I think it's just stupid."


Today, outside of those who think they're going to get a chance to nail Sarah Palin and have decided to support the Endless War agenda of John McCain, this is hardly a controversial view at this point. We now know that nothing has been done in terms of actual national security, but a great deal has done to make the world less stable. And this baseball player knew it in 2004.

Delgado doesn't just talk the talk, though, he also walks the walk. He took an active role in the protests against the use of Vieques, P.R. for U.S. bombing target practice in 2003. He brings toys to hospitalized children in his Puerto Rico hometown on Three Kings Day every year. He provided videoconferencing equipment to his hometown's hospital so it could communicate with doctors in Boston. He's been awarded, in 2006, the Roberto Clemente Award for exemplifying humanitarianism and sportsmanship. And oh, yes -- having made his point, he now stands for the singing of "God Bless America."

Here's Delgado teaching a class on "Mental Preparation for Athletes" in Santurce, Puerto Rico on November 8, 2007:




And did I mention that he's also gorgeous?

Earlier this season, it was easy to hate Carlos Delgado. As his batting average hovered around the .200 mark, and the lackluster Mets under the laconic Willie Randolph looked to be sinking slowly and painfully in the National League East, it was easy to figure that Delgado was done; that at age 36, with the injuries and the slow bat speed and the attitude, it was time to cut ties with Delgado as quickly as possible and look towards the future.

That was then.

This is now.

Under interim manager Jerry Manuel (who has, in my opinion, done the kind of work with this team that warrants at least a 2-year contract to stay on), Delgado has looked like the Delgado of old. He's raised his average to an incredibly productive .266, with 35 home runs and 103 runs batted in -- extraordinary statistics when you take into account his dismal first-half production. Whenever you see the Mets dig in their heels and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat -- something they just did not do in the first few months of the season, Delgado is right there. Last night, with Ollie Perez looking like the Pittsburgh Ollie Perez instead of the New York Ollie Perez, Delgado smacked two home runs to help the Mets to a 10-8 win.

Now instead of the boos that met him earlier in the season, Delgado comes to the plate to chants of "MVP! MVP!" With Billy Wagner out for the season, and perhaps for his career, the role of "closer" may not be filled from the Mets' always-suspect bullpen, but from the aging first baseman with the social conscience.

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Thursday, September 04, 2008

How soon they forget
Posted by Jill | 10:34 PM


(If Fran I Am didn't exist, we would have to invent her. Can we please make her the Head Christian of America and turn her loose to smite all those Philistines who only CALL themselves Christians?)

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Friday, May 30, 2008

Friday Big Blue Smurf Blogging: What They Said
Posted by Jill | 6:17 AM
Today's honoree: Bobbo, for recognizing that the so-called "boomer revolution" wasn't the beginning of one, but the end of one.

There are worse things that could happen than being a next-generation Pete Seeger, you know. (From where I'm sitting, having to sit through 2-1/2 more hours of the narcissistic self-indulgence and conspicuous consumption of "Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha" is one of them.)

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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Why they invented YouTube
Posted by Jill | 8:10 AM
OK, it's heavy on the tubthumping, but it's funny and makes its point well.





It would be funnier if we saw the reaction of bystanders to two guys dressed up in polar bear pajamas.

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