MikeSpace

Well, it is nice to hear proper english coming from the White House, but as a commie pinko I am growing fairly disillusioned. It was pretty silly for me to feel hopeful, but I suppose it’s better to have hoped and lost than to never have hoped at all.

Here’s an article by John R. MacArthur (publisher of Harpers magazine) that appeared in the opinion section at projo.com that makes some good points:

John R. MacArthur: Obama a very smooth liar

01:00 AM EDT on Wednesday, June 17, 2009

JOHN R. MacARTHUR

NEW YORK

IT ISN’T QUITE FAIR to call Barack Obama a liar. During the campaign he carefully avoided committing to much of anything important that he might have to take back later. For now, I won’t quibble with The St. Petersburg Times’s Obamameter, which so far has the president keeping 30 promises and breaking only six.

And yet, broadly speaking, Obama has been lying on a pretty impressive scale. You just have to get past his grandiloquent rhetoric — usually empty of substance — to get a handle on it. I offer a short, incomplete list, which I’m sure others could easily enlarge.

• Obama portrayed himself as the peace candidate, or at least the anti-war candidate. He is not a peace president, nor is he stopping any wars. True, he promised military escalation in Afghanistan (to blunt John McCain’s accusations of wimpishness), but well-meaning folks believed their new hero would genuinely move to end the occupation of Iraq and seriously try to negotiate with the Taliban. Instead, he has not only increased the number of troops and attacks against the Afghan insurgency, he has also expanded on George Bush’s cross-border raids into Pakistan, which have killed many civilians. The way things are going, Pakistan could become the new Cambodia and Obama the new Nixon.

In Iraq, Obama has promised to withdraw all the troops . . . unless, which means that we’re not leaving. Whether it’s 50,000 troops remaining at the “invitation” of the so-called government of Iraq, or just enough to man the 14 permanent military bases, or some combination of U.S. military personnel and private mercenaries that exceeds 50,000 soldiers, our army will almost certainly stay in Iraq past the stated deadline of Jan. 1, 2012.

• Obama said he wanted to reform Washington and “fix” its “broken” system of corrupt lobbying. But Obama is neither a reformer nor a skilled legislative mechanic. Hatched from the Daley Machine in one-party Chicago, Obama wouldn’t be president today if he rocked boats. Witness the appointment of Roland Burris by the corrupt former Gov. Rod Blagojevich to fill Obama’s Senate seat: not a word of public protest from the new administration because Burris is a made man in the Chicago Democratic organization. So what if “Tombstone Roland” can be heard on the U.S. attorney’s wiretaps of Blagojevich, dancing around the delicate question of how to raise money for Blago without appearing to be buying his seat.

As for pork-barrel politics, Obama named one of its greatest champions, Chicago’s own Rahm Emanuel, as his chief of staff, and the new budget (as well as the “stimulus” package) is loaded with pork. Meanwhile, have you heard anything serious about campaign-finance reform from Obama? Not very likely from someone who refused public financing and still has about $10 million left over from record receipts of $745.7 million. It’s just a detail, I know, but Obama’s naming of former Raytheon lobbyist William Lynn III as deputy secretary of defense seems to be at odds with the president’s alleged crusade against special interests and the “revolving door” between private business and government. He has also “sold” ambassadorships to campaign donors. The biggest plum, London, is slated for Lou Susman, a Chicagoan and former Citigroup executive who bundled $239,000. Paris has been reserved for Charles Rivkin, who raised about $500,000 for Obama.

• Obama, with his Arabic middle name and his big Cairo speech, wants people to think that he is the Muslim world’s new best friend. Well, the photograph of a cheery Obama with Saudi King Abdullah and a smiling Emanuel with Saudi Foreign Minister Saud al-Faisal, proves the contrary. The Saudi royal family hates the idea of representative government for ordinary Muslims and is cruelly indifferent to the fate of the Palestinians. A democratic, independent, partly secular Palestine could only make the Saudi oligarchy look bad. Thus, the House of Saud is perfectly happy with the status quo, and so, evidently, is Obama.

Without Saudi pressure, there will be no resolution of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, since Saudi oil is the only lever that would cause America to press Israel into making real concessions. Indeed, the president doesn’t mean for one minute to force Israel into anything more than symbolic withdrawals of its illegal settlements on the West Bank. Meanwhile, the Saudi elite continues to play its double game, paying protection money to extremist Islam and granting pensions to the relatives of suicide bombers. It’s just politics, say Barack and Rahm, grinning ear-to-ear with their sleazy new friends from Riyahd. Just keep the oil pumping around election time and all will be well.

• Obama makes like he’s a friend of organized labor, at least he did during the Ohio primary when he needed to beat Hillary Clinton. At the time, he put out a flier headlined “Only Barack Obama fought NAFTA and other bad trade deals” and charged that “a little more than a year ago, Hillary Clinton thought NAFTA was a ‘boon’ to the economy.” In a debate with Clinton on Feb. 26, 2008, he said, “I will make sure that we renegotiate [NAFTA] in the same way that Senator Clinton talked about” and “use the hammer of a potential opt-out as leverage” to get “labor and environmental standards that are enforced.”

But two months ago, U.S. Trade Rep. Ron Kirk said such a blunt instrument was no longer necessary and that the leaders of Canada, the U.S. and Mexico were now “of the mind that we should be looking for opportunities to strengthen [the North American Free Trade Agreement].” And, of course, there is no discussion at all about renegotiating Permanent Normal Trade Relations with China, a “bad trade deal” that has done even greater harm to American workers and unions than has NAFTA.

Meanwhile, as I noted in my April 15 column, “Wall Street sharks circle the UAW,” Obama and his banker friend Steven Rattner are liquidating the United Auto Workers even as they liquidate the American auto industry. Robert Reich, Bill Clinton’s pseudo-secretary of labor, said as much. “The only practical purpose I can imagine for the bailout is to slow the decline of GM to create enough time for its workers, suppliers, dealers and communities to adjust to its eventual demise,” he wrote last month in the Financial Times — no surprise, considering that Obama’s chief economic adviser remains Lawrence Summers, a champion of deregulation and “free-market” economics in the Clinton administration and very much the enemy of labor unions.

Yes, of course it’s nice to have a president who speaks in complete sentences. But that they’re coherent doesn’t make them honest.

John R. MacArthur, a monthly contributor, is publisher of Harper’s Magazine.

All these rich bastards are alike.
Stinkin’ plutocrats.
They’re as bad as the gun nuts.
And the jesus freaks.

Here’s a little synopsis I wrote for the band press pack:

Introducing NICK VEGA! A man whose swank song styling has moved and grooved the hearts and stirred the loins of, well, scores of dozens of people. Nick’s powerful voice and highly charged emotional lyrics have broken up many a formerly happy marriage, and have been known to make members of the Meat Packers Union cry! Daughters, mothers, aunts, sisters, nieces, grandmothers, and even some dudes, all experience accelerated heart rates and sweaty palms in the vicinity of Nick’s mesmerizing stage presence and startlingly direct and perceptive lyrical swordplay.

You may have guessed that Nick Vega is not his given name. That name was bestowed upon him by the US government, as Nick is part of the Federal Witness Protection Program. Years ago Nick owned and operated a Bar, Brothel, and Gambling Casino in Utah, and as a result of much misunderstanding he was driven from the state by both the Mafia and the Mormons. Bruised, penniless, and desperate, he made sandwich money by playing trucker songs in dusty roadhouses, eventually stopping in Tijuana Mexico where he felt that they would understand his brand of soulful folk rock. But since he sang in English they did not, and he was run out of town in a hail of bullets. Determined to get as far from Mexico as he could, he eventually settled in Batavia New York – home to the largest Meat Packers Union in America!

As mesmerizing and hypnotic as a solo Nick Vega show can be, he realized that it was not good for the health of the audience for his strongly evocative presence to be undiluted. He decided that it might be wise to incorporate some other musicians, so as not to overwhelm the palpitating hearts of his panting fan base.

First up he needed some fancy guitar – some wheedely wheedely stuff. He recalled an amazing player that he had known years earlier, and had met while hunting for white tigers in the mountains of Ceylon. This was Mike Golner, and as luck would have it Mike had just been released from the substance abuse wing of Buffalo Psychiatric Center, and he really needed sandwich money. After several baths, and an emergency GED, Nick and Mike were ready to hit the stage!

And hit it they did, honing and crafting an unmistakable sound, a sound that made their swooning fans weak in the knees, as the tears flowed in rivers and grown men and women alike were made to weep and cheer. Spontaneous mosh pits would turn suddenly into orgies of sweaty moaning flesh, arms and legs askew, and from the stage Nick and Mike could not tell where one human began and the next ended. Birthrates skyrocketed 9 months after every Nick Vega show.

Yet something still was missing. As good as the duo shows were, there was still a desire to take it up a notch and really kick out the jams! As Nick and Mike pondered their dilemma, a van pulled up and amid much cursing and shouting out tumbled two leather clad wild eyed maniacs, followed by several road cases and quite a few beer bottles. Much shouting ensued before the van roared off with one last hurled bottle and many more expletives. With a shock, Nick realized that he had seen these two before – they were the drummer and bassist for BAT-EATER, the extreme death grunge black goth speed horror metal band that was a household name in Utah!

They introduced themselves as Jay McGurrin, and Danger Dave, and explained that they had been kicked out of their band because of artistic differences, and for both sleeping with the singer’s Mom. When Nick asked what kind of artistic differences, they told him that they really actually wanted to play some more chill type music, something like a sensitive singer songwriter with intensely emotional lyrics and a soulful sweet voice who had a wheedely wheedely guitar player. And Nick knew it was fate – NICK’S VEGA was born!

So now the band is a juggernaut, carefully and skillfully playing the emotional skinflute which is each undulating and rapturous audience! Nick knows that someday he’ll return triumphant to Tijuana, but in the meantime he sure loves gigging in Western New York, artistic cradle of the explored Universe!