Monday, February 27, 2006

Let's see now...

The Government is willing to have a foreign nation take over control of US ports (yeah, yeah, I know, it's not that cut & dried), but wants to spend 2.2 billion to put up a wall between the US and Mexico, for security reasons?

Every single day brings on a whole new WTF from Washington.

Border Security or Boondoggle?

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Reality

37 Million Poor Hidden in the Land of Plenty

By Paul Harris
The Observer UK

Sunday 19 February 2006

Americans have always believed that hard work will bring rewards, but vast numbers now can not meet their bills even with two or three jobs. More than one in ten citizens live below the poverty line, and the gap between the haves and have-nots is widening.

The flickering television in Candy Lumpkins's trailer blared out The Bold and the Beautiful. It was a fantasy daytime soap vision of American life with little relevance to the reality of this impoverished corner of Kentucky.

The Lumpkins live at the definition of the back of beyond, in a hollow at the top of a valley at the end of a long and muddy dirt road. It is strewn with litter. Packs of stray dogs prowl around, barking at strangers. There is no telephone and since their pump broke two weeks ago Candy has collected water from nearby springs. Oblivious to it all, her five-year-old daughter Amy runs barefoot on a wooden porch frozen by a midwinter chill.

It is a vision of deep and abiding poverty. Yet the Lumpkins are not alone in their plight. They are just the negative side of the American equation. America does have vast, wealthy suburbs, huge shopping malls and a busy middle class, but it also has vast numbers of poor, struggling to make it in a low-wage economy with minimal government help.

A shocking 37 million Americans live in poverty. That is 12.7 per cent of the population - the highest percentage in the developed world. They are found from the hills of Kentucky to Detroit's streets, from the Deep South of Louisiana to the heartland of Oklahoma. Each year since 2001 their number has grown.

Under President George W Bush an extra 5.4 million have slipped below the poverty line. Yet they are not a story of the unemployed or the destitute. Most have jobs. Many have two. Amos Lumpkins has work and his children go to school. But the economy, stripped of worker benefits like healthcare, is having trouble providing good wages.

Even families with two working parents are often one slice of bad luck - a medical bill or factory closure - away from disaster. The minimum wage of $5.15 (£2.95) an hour has not risen since 1997 and, adjusted for inflation, is at its lowest since 1956. The gap between the haves and the have-nots looms wider than ever. Faced with rising poverty rates, Bush's trillion-dollar federal budget recently raised massive amounts of defence spending for the war in Iraq and slashed billions from welfare programmes.

For a brief moment last year in New Orleans, Hurricane Katrina brought America's poor into the spotlight. Poverty seemed on the government's agenda. That spotlight has now been turned off. 'I had hoped Katrina would have changed things more. It hasn't,' says Cynthia Duncan, a sociology professor at the University of New Hampshire.

Oklahoma is in America's heartland. Tulsa looks like picture-book Middle America. Yet there is hunger here. When it comes to the most malnourished poor in America, Oklahoma is ahead of any other state. It should be impossible to go hungry here. But it is not. Just ask those gathered at a food handout last week. They are a cross section of society: black, white, young couples, pensioners and the middle-aged. A few are out of work or retired, everyone else has jobs.

They are people like Freda Lee, 33, who has two jobs, as a marketer and a cashier. She has come to the nondescript Loaves and Fishes building - flanked ironically by a Burger King and a McDonald's - to collect food for herself and three sons. 'America is meant to be free. What's free?' she laughs. 'All we can do is pay off the basics.'

Or they are people like Tammy Reinbold, 37. She works part-time and her husband works full-time. They have two children yet rely on the food handouts. 'The church is all we have to fall back on,' she says. She is right. When government help is being cut and wages are insufficient, churches often fill the gap. The needy gather to receive food boxes. They listen to a preacher for half an hour on the literal truth of the Bible. Then he asks them if they want to be born again. Three women put up their hands.

But Why Are Some Tulsans Hungry?

Many believe it is the changing face of the US economy. Tulsa has been devastated by job losses. Big-name firms like WorldCom, Williams Energy and CitGo have closed or moved, costing the city about 24,000 jobs. Now Wal-Mart embodies the new American job market: low wages, few benefits.

Well-paid work only goes to the university-educated. Many others who just complete high school face a bleak future. In Texas more than a third of students entering public high schools now drop out. These people are entering the fragile world of the working poor, where each day is a mere step away from tragedy. Some of those tragedies in Tulsa end up in the care of Steve Whitaker, a pastor who runs a homeless mission in the shadow of a freeway overpass.

Each day the homeless and the drug addicted gather here, looking for a bed for the night. Some also want a fresh chance. They are men like Mark Schloss whose disaster was being left by his first wife. The former Wal-Mart manager entered a world of drug addiction and alcoholism until he wound up with Whitaker. Now he is back on track, sporting a silver ring that says Faith, Hope, Love. 'Without this place I would be in prison or dead,' he says. But Whitaker equates saving lives with saving souls. Those entering the mission's rehabilitation programme are drilled in Bible studies and Christianity. At 6ft 5in and with a black belt in karate, Whitaker's Christianity is muscular both literally and figuratively. 'People need God in their lives,' he says.

These are mean streets. Tulsa is a city divided like the country. Inside a building run by Whitaker's staff in northern Tulsa a group of 'latch-key kids' are taking Bible classes after school while they wait for parents to pick them up. One of them is Taylor Finley, aged nine. Wearing a T-shirt with an American flag on the front, she dreams of travel. 'I want to have fun in a new place, a new country,' she says. Taylor wants to see the world outside Oklahoma. But at the moment she cannot even see her own neighbourhood. The centre in which she waits for mom was built without windows on its ground floor. It was the only way to keep out bullets from the gangs outside.

During the 2004 election the only politician to address poverty directly was John Edwards, whose campaign theme was 'Two Americas'. He was derided by Republicans for doing down the country and - after John Kerry picked him as his Democratic running mate - the rhetoric softened in the heat of the campaign.

But, in fact, Edwards was right. While 45.8 million Americans lack any health insurance, the top 20 per cent of earners take over half the national income. At the same time the bottom 20 per cent took home just 3.4 per cent. Whitaker put the figures into simple English. 'The poor have got poorer and the rich have got richer,' he said.

Dealing with poverty is not a viable political issue in America. It jars with a cultural sense that the poor bring things upon themselves and that every American is born with the same chances in life. It also runs counter to the strong anti-government current in modern American politics. Yet the problem will not disappear. 'There is a real sense of impending crisis, but political leaders have little motivation to address this growing divide,' Cynthia Duncan says.

There is little doubt which side of America's divide the hills of east Kentucky fall on. Driving through the wooded Appalachian valleys is a lesson in poverty. The mountains have never been rich. Times now are as tough as they have ever been. Trailer homes are the norm. Every so often a lofty mansion looms into view, a sign of prosperity linked to the coal mines or the logging firms that are the only industries in the region. Everyone else lives on the margins, grabbing work where they can. The biggest cash crop is illicitly grown marijuana.

Save The Children works here. Though the charity is usually associated with earthquakes in Pakistan or famine in Africa, it runs an extensive programme in east Kentucky. It includes a novel scheme enlisting teams of 'foster grandparents' to tackle the shocking child illiteracy rates and thus eventually hit poverty itself.

The problem is acute. At Jone's Fork school, a team of indomitable grannies arrive each day to read with the children. The scheme has two benefits: it helps the children struggle out of poverty and pays the pensioners a small wage. 'This has been a lifesaver for me and I feel as if the children would just fall through the cracks without us,' says Erma Owens. It has offered dramatic help to some. One group of children are doing so well in the scheme that their teacher, Loretta Shepherd, has postponed retirement in order to stand by them. 'It renewed me to have these kids,' she said.

Certainly Renae Sturgill sees the changes in her children. She too lives in deep poverty. Though she attends college and her husband has a job, the Sturgill trailer sits amid a clutter of abandoned cars. Money is scarce. But now her kids are in the reading scheme and she has seen how they have changed. Especially eight-year-old Zach. He's hard to control at times, but he has come to love school. 'Zach likes reading now. I know it's going to be real important for him,' Renae says. Zach is shy and won't speak much about his achievements. But Genny Waddell, who co-ordinates family welfare at Jone's Fork, is immensely proud. 'Now Zach reads because he wants to. He really fought to get where he is,' she says.

In America, to be poor is a stigma. In a country which celebrates individuality and the goal of giving everyone an equal opportunity to make it big, those in poverty are often blamed for their own situation. Experience on the ground does little to bear that out. When people are working two jobs at a time and still failing to earn enough to feed their families, it seems impossible to call them lazy or selfish. There seems to be a failure in the system, not the poor themselves.

It is an impression backed up by many of those mired in poverty in Oklahoma and Kentucky. Few asked for handouts. Many asked for decent wages. 'It is unfair. I am working all the time and so what have I done wrong?' says Freda Lee. But the economy does not seem to be allowing people to make a decent living. It condemns the poor to stay put, fighting against seemingly impossible odds or to pull up sticks and try somewhere else.

In Tulsa, Tammy Reinbold and her family are moving to Texas as soon as they save the money for enough petrol. It could take several months. 'I've been in Tulsa 12 years and I just gotta try somewhere else,' she says.

Savethechildren.org

From Tom Joad to Roseanne

In a country that prides itself on a culture of rugged individualism, hard work and self-sufficiency, it is no surprise that poverty and the poor do not have a central place in America's cultural psyche.

But in art, films and books American poverty has sometimes been portrayed with searing honesty. John Steinbeck's novel The Grapes of Wrath, which was made into a John Ford movie, is the most famous example. It was an unflinching account of the travails of a poor Oklahoma family forced to flee the Dust Bowl during the 1930s Depression. Its portrait of Tom Joad and his family's life on the road as they sought work was a nod to wider issues of social justice in America.

Another ground-breaking work of that time was John Agee's Let Us Now Praise Famous Men, a non-fiction book about time spent among poor white farmers in the Deep South. It practically disappeared upon its first publication in 1940 but in the Sixties was hailed as a masterpiece. In mainstream American culture, poverty often lurks in the background. Or it is portrayed - as in Sergio Leone's crime epic Once Upon A Time In America - as the basis for a tale of rags to riches.

One notable, yet often overlooked, exception was the great success of the sitcom Roseanne. The show depicted the realities of working-class Middle American life with a grit and humour that is a world away from the usual sitcom settings in a sunlit suburbia, most often in New York or California. The biggest sitcoms of the past decade - Friends, Frasier or Will and Grace - all deal with aspirational middle-class foibles that have little relevance to America's millions of working poor.

An America Divided

* There are 37 million Americans living below the poverty line. That figure has increased by five million since President George W. Bush came to power.

* The United States has 269 billionaires, the highest number in the world.

* Almost a quarter of all black Americans live below the poverty line; 22 per cent of Hispanics fall below it. But for whites the figure is just 8.6 per cent.

* There are 46 million Americans without health insurance.

* There are 82,000 homeless people in Los Angeles alone.

* In 2004 the poorest community in America was Pine Ridge Indian reservation. Unemployment is over 80 per cent, 69 per cent of people live in poverty and male life expectancy is 57 years. In the Western hemisphere only Haiti has a lower number.

* The richest town in America is Rancho Santa Fe in California. Average incomes are more than $100,000 a year; the average house price is $1.7m.


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Truth or Dare

From Gawker

“It was a meant to be a quick stunt to show the frailties of our celebrity-obsessed culture,” said Cauty, adding, “there are too many people who are famous despite their lack of talent, usefulness and basic intelligence. We wanted to do something that held a mirror up to that.”


“We feel that our culture has become an enormous soap opera. We don’t care what a person thinks, or creates, or contributes. We just care about what they do in their normal lives. Especially when it’s something they shouldn’t be doing.”


Whether it's real or not, I don't care. It's funny and points out the two ton elephant in our collective living room: we are a celebrity-obsessed culture with the attention span of gnats and less ability than most five year olds to tell the difference between fact and fiction - or good from bad.

Edited to add:

Circles within cirlces: Pete Doherty by bol at E2.

:)

Should have read HateQuest 2006 more closely.

Friday, February 17, 2006

It's Friday, it's raining and I have a rant-on

But first ~ spotted this on djinnj's LJ earlier this morning:

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hm is right.

Onward to rantsville...

Yesterday Miss Manners left the following comment:

No businessmen had to be at work.

Not quite, I started delivering at noon and finished at half past midnight...39 deliveries in that snow, including a lot in the worst of it.

Oh, and the wonderful denzins of Willimantic Connecticut tipped me a grand total of $63 dollars (for those playing the home game that's an average of $1.16 each for risking life and limb to bring them pizza).


This brings up one of my personal pet peeves. I want to say up front I have never been a waitress or delivery person, so I'm not whining about my own personal experience.

People who don't tip are selfish assholes.

Wait, wait...

judge not lest ye be judged...

Ok

People who don't tip are morons.

Better?

Guess not.

A couple of years ago my sister created a Ya Ya group and invited me to join. I'm not big on joining things, so I held off for a while. Her group was to meet once a month at a restaurant for dinner, and maybe everyone would go out to a club or movie afterwards. Each month one of the sistas picks a restaurant and everyone meets up there for (hopefully) good food and conversation. It's a mixed group of woman, both ethnically and economically, and not everyone makes it each month. Everyone tries to keep in mind the budget constraints some people have. Gret would talk about her little group from time to time and ask if I’d go to the next “Ya-Ya”. I eventually started going and, though I complain about having to go from time to time, I usually enjoy it.

But from the get-go I had to get one thing across to the ladies: 20% tip for the waiter/waitress, unless the service was incredibly bad, then 10%, with a complaint to the management. I didn't care if I had to pay the entire tip myself, someone serves me, they get tipped. It isn't the waitstaff's fault if the food is bad - complain to the manager or chef, but don't stiff your waiter. The ladies were surprised, but they agreed to the new rule I imposed upon the group. During the two years I’ve been a “Ya-Ya”, 24 meals in restaurants or diners, we’ve only had to tip the waiter 10% once. I complained to the manager and gave her the tip for the waiter. She looked at me like I had grown a new head: “You’re still going to give him a tip?” she asked. I explained my philosophy on tipping to her. The service, poor as it was, was still provided so, yes, he got a tip. I asked her to explain it to him. We were all so annoyed with this clown that none of us wanted to talk to him directly. I hope his manager gave him his tip and taught him a lesson on customer service.

Or, fired his useless ass. Either works for me.

Another way to look at this:

You are invited to someone's home for dinner for the first time. What did your Mama or Grandma teach you to do? Bring something - flowers, candy, wine - it doesn't have to be elaborate, just a little something to say thank you before you've even been served. You don't know if this will be the best meal of your life or if you'll be heading to the emergency room to have your stomach pumped. But, before you've crossed the threshold of the person's home, you've arrived with a tip.

Let’s say you go to a really nice restaurant for dinner. The maitre d' is friendly, gets you a table, and gives you a menu. The bus-boy gets you your water. The waiter arrives, sees if you're ready, and takes the drink order. Comes back with the drinks, and takes your order. Delivers bread, salad, checks on how you're doing, eventually arriving with dinner. Which sucks. It’s not fit for feeding rats. Over-salty or under-cooked... whatever, it's horrible. You complain to the waiter, who does what he can to fix the problem, and can't. You still have to pay for what you've ordered - why stiff the waiter? It’s the chef who should get stiffed. It is not the waiter’s fault. The waiter in this scenario probably has to share his tip with the maitre d’ and bus-boy. He did what he could to help you, lived up to his end of the unspoken, unwritten, contract, so why should any of the people not in direct control of what you received, suffer?

Let’s say it's Friday night, around 7pm. You get home from work and you're bushed. Hellish week and you've never been so glad it's a Friday. Your roommate (spouse, lover, whatever) is in the same shape you're in. You wearily look at each other and someone says: "wanna order a pizza?" "yeah, sure." So you call the pizza place and get put on hold several times. It's Friday night; you're told a 45 minute delivery time. You heave a heavy, beleaguered sigh and say ok. You've agreed - 45 minutes. You crash in front of the couch or computer for a while and your roomie says: “hey, where's the pizza?” You realize it's been more than an hour since you placed the order so you call to find out what's up. After being put on hold four times, you're finally told “it's on it's way.” You and your roomie are pissed. Delivery guy arrives with your $15 pizza order. You:

A) Say thank you and give him $20 with a smile and say “keep the change”?
B) Snarl “Where the fuck have you been?!”, grab the box and thrust $15 at him?
C) Silently take the pizza box, saying nothing, and give him the $15?
D) Complain, without heat, about the delay, and give him $16 for the pizza?

Me? Option A. This guy, usually a college kid, has zero control over everything involved in getting him to the point where he can do his job. He doesn't take the orders, he doesn't make the pizza. His job is to get the pizza from the pizza place to your front door. Period. Did he do so? Yup. Is it his fault it's a half an hour later than you anticipated? More than likely not. The delivery people, I think, get minimum wages, and maybe a gas allowance; ask Miss Manners, he does this for a living. Why should they be punished for something they can’t control, especially when they’ve done their job?

Don’t be an ass, um, moron… um… rude. It’s simple: someone does something for you, you say thank you and give something in return.

How to tip a Waiter
How to tip a Bartender
How to tip properly
How to tip in North America
How to tip in a foreign country

Double-check the tipping protocol at South Pacific and Asian hotels. Many prohibit tipping to prevent staff from hustling guests for money.


You can get around this problem by giving the tips directly to the concierge or manager and telling them how good (or bad) the service was.

Lastly... what kinda of freakin' edjit orders delivery in a blizzard? I can understand this, sorta, in a major city. It's easier to get around a major city by foot or bike, even in a storm. But northern CT? Doesn't anyone have an ounce of common sense? Good lord. Why the hell were the grocery stores packed to the gills on Friday night and all day Saturday?

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Play time












Choosy CSI

You scored 70% recognition!

My guess is that you watch one or two of the CSI shows and while you
know your characters, you don't know the faces for all three shows that
well. But at least you are a fan, so that counts for something. If you
had fun, please don't forget to rate my test. Thanks!
















My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 26% on recognition




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I only watch the Vegas show, so I'm surprised I could identify anyone in the other two shows.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

What matters

Hyping The Storm

It seemed, after all, so American to get worked up over a snow storm. We are the culture of crisis, the culture of the overdone. We overeat, overcoif, overspend, and overindulge. Why wouldn't we overdramatize, too? This was a Sunday. No businessmen had to be at work. No kids missed their morning classes. Grocery stores remained open and Thai delivery—at least here in Astoria—remained operable. Really, it was the perfect day to curl up with a mug of hot chocolate and do nothing.


I've gotten used to laughing at the Weather Channel when it goes into STORM ALERT mode. EyeWitness News out of Hartford or New Haven or where ever it is, announces the names of the winter storms. With a straight face, no less. The storm we had on Sunday started with a C; guys name... See how much it matters? When I came across the quote above I thought it was a perfect summation for Modern American Society. We get all worked up over shit that doesn't matter.

We need to prioritize our lives.

Britney whatsherface drives her SUV with her spawn in her lap. Not important.

Oscar, Emmy, and all the other assorted "awards" shows - not important.

Olympics? Oy vey. Well, to the people who have spent their entire lives getting there, it matters. Otherwise, who cares?

The President of a country lies to begin an invasion of another country - it matters.

The President of a country flouts it's rule of law, after aserting, promising, twice to uphold and defend said law - it matters.

The President of a country wrecks the economy of a country, yet benefits companies of friends and companions - it matters.

The President of a country hires friends and money-raisers to staff important positions in his government, when they have zero qualifications to hold those positions - it matters.

Honor. Integrity. Truth.

They matter at all times, in all places.

Pay attention to what matters. Everything else will fall into place.

It's been a busy month

Swiss Diplomacy

For some reason the idea of the VEEP and the Ambassador "keepin' company" just cracks me up.

But then I have a sick, twisted, sense of humor.

Monday, February 06, 2006