Bill Maher And His Braindead Megaphone

 

I enjoy Bill Maher, host of HBO’s weekly roundtable, Real Time with Bill Maher.  Granted, I find his standup act magnificently unfunny.  But he’s an entertaining guy who (usually) has interesting things to say about the world.  His New Rules segment is often hilarious and his desire to bring together competing views for debate resonates with me.  Being a fellow atheist, I particularly enjoy his witty – and very fierce – takedowns of organized religion.  And I like the fact that he operates in fearless fashion, flying plenty close to the sun with his social commentary.  His political incorrectness makes him appear to exist outside of the media mainstream.  This is all very refreshing to me.

However, there are a number of things that have grown increasingly bothersome with Maher.  First is the guy’s breathtaking arrogance.  At first, I found this attribute charming.  After all, it’s almost a prerequisite for agent provocateurs, which is very much what Maher strives to be.  But watching him get annoyed at his audience for not laughing at his extremely unfunny jokes is annoying.  If you ever disagree with him, you’re not only wrong but you’re stupid.  And when his guests punch back at him, he clearly gets his feathers ruffled.  It’s never fun when someone can dish it out but not take it back.  Some self-effacement – or simple open-mindedness – would help immensely in Maher’s case.

Second is his intense partisanship.  For someone who strikes me as perfectly capable of independent thought, he toes the liberal line with the best of them.  In fact, I can’t think of a single issue where Maher deviates from the liberal playbook.  Given his feistiness, it would be fun to watch him disagree with his own party from time to time.  And I’m pretty sure it would add to his legitimacy as a commentator.  Instead, the guy is a walking billboard for all causes liberal.

This is loosely related to my third gripe, which is that I lose significant love for the man when he takes on the financial topics of the day.  Not only does he tend to speak with authority on topics about which he clearly knows very little (more on that later), but he exhibits a degree of hypocrisy that unfortunately has come to characterize much of Hollywood.  That is, Maher spends a fair amount of time on his show demeaning wealth accumulation and lamenting the inequality that exists today.  This most often involves wholesale bashing of everything tied to Wall Street as well as the obligatory complaint about how CEOs make multiples more than their average employees.  In Maher’s case, this is coming from a single man with a net worth of $15-$25 million (per various Google estimates) who lives in a 6,000 square foot home in a 2.5-acre Beverly Hills compound.  (I’d love to know what he makes relative to an HBO stagehand and whether he thinks that multiple is justified.)  Ever the environmentalist, his financial hypocrisy is compounded by the fact that he owns two cars and – at least occasionally – flies private (as Ann Coulter cleverly pointed out on one of his shows).

As many liberals who haven’t made their fortunes in finance do, Maher implicitly draws a distinction between well-earned riches and ill-earned ones.  Apparently, by their calculus, it’s perfectly cool for actors and comedians to make millions of dollars.  It might also be OK if you make computers.  Or are a politician.  But if you work in finance and happen to have made a lot of money doing it, you are immediately assumed less worthy of your money.  In their world, some types of income are better earned than others.  Apparently, robbing disappointed moviegoers of $20+ (or $50+ in the case of Maher’s standup) and hours of their time in the quest of padding their own pockets is totally legit.  But going to business school and becoming well-versed in the vagaries of corporate finance is not.

Maybe it’s cool in an aloof kind of way to willfully embrace their cognitive dissonance.  Or maybe there’s an insecurity that belies their apparent doublethink, something Drew Carey once summed up nicely:

Hollywood people are filled with guilt: white guilt, liberal guilt, money guilt. They feel bad that they’re so rich, they feel they don’t work that much for all that money – and they don’t, for the amount of money they make.

Which brings me to the crux of my post.  During his New Rules conclusion last week, Maher decided to take sanctimonious aim at Mitt Romney.  As can be seen in the above clip, Maher attempted to take Romney to task for his moneymaking past at Bain Capital.  Specifically, he seemed most concerned with how Romney made his money rather than the fact that he made any at all.  Maher led off the diatribe with the following:

You know, venture capitalists are not creators.  They’re businessmen who find weak companies and prey on them.

What Maher – and his staff of writers – did in this segment was demonstrate an ignorance of basic finance.  It’s not just worrisome that Maher apparently gets paid to spread untruths.  It’s also dangerous because I’m guessing that the many in his audience (which must number in the millions) took his statement as gospel and repeated it to their friends and coworkers, creating an echo chamber that spouts ignorance on the topic of venture capitalism.

By the way, I was already annoyed before we got to this point in his show.  Previously in his New Rules segment, Maher featured Apple, Ford, and Disney as examples of companies started by people who created products, “something they made besides money”.  This, according to Maher, stood in stark contrast to Romney and his Bain colleagues, whose professional goals in life are to perform the economic equivalent of rape and pillage.  Let’s ignore the fact that Maher, as a comedian, also doesn’t make anything tangible for a living – and that 99.9% of all entrepreneurs are in the game to make money (Jobs, Ford, and Disney included) – and focus instead on the fundamental misunderstanding of venture capitalism that Maher displayed.

His first mistake was a knee-jerk one that many liberal pundits commit, which is to automatically assume that private equity is the manifestation of economic evil.  In reality, private equity (broadly-defined) plays a critical role in capitalism.  Not being an expert on the topic, I’ll defer instead to someone who is for a better explanation of private equity’s role.  Below is a quote from Jonathan Macey, professor of corporate finance at Yale Law School, from a recent WSJ OpEd in which he lamented the attacks on private equity in the Republican primaries:

This is anticapitalist claptrap. Private-equity firms make significant investments in companies, mainly U.S. companies. Most of their investments are in companies that underperform industry peers. Frequently these firms are on the brink of failure. Because private-equity firms are, by definition, equity investors, they make money only if they improve the performance of their companies. Private equity is last in line to be paid in case of insolvency. Private-equity firms don’t make a profit unless their companies can meet their obligations to workers and other creditors. The companies in which private-equity investors are able to turn a profit generally grow, rather than shrink. This is because the preferred “exit strategy” by which private-equity firms profit is to take the private companies in which they invest and enable them to go public and sell shares that will help the company grow even stronger. As for turnaround success stories, Continental Airlines, Orbitz and Snapple have all benefitted at some time from private-equity investment.

Maher’s second mistake lay in his failure to understand what it means to be a venture capitalist.  By labeling Romney and his colleagues as venture capitalists, Maher conflated venture capitalism with private equity writ large.  In reality, venture capitalism is a subset of private equity in the same way that a journalist belongs to the broader category of “writer”.  Included under the umbrella of private equity are several strategies, including leveraged buyouts (“LBOs”), distressed investing, growth (or acceleration) capital, and venture capital. To give Maher and his liberal peers the benefit of the doubt, we can assume that the private equity practice they disdain is the much-maligned LBO.  Among other things, the practice involves using a company’s assets as collateral to borrow large sums of money in order to effect a buyout.  Once in control, private equity firms generally seek to improve the financial performance of the acquired company, which often includes significant restructuring as companies rationalize their business models.  This can involve the shutdown of entire business units and the loss of jobs.  Some might call this callous and unfair.  Others might say such creative destruction forces companies to adapt or die in the face of escalating competition, leaving those left standing much better suited for survival.  Whatever the case, automatically assuming that all such transactions are bad for society is intellectually lazy.  LBOs can have outcomes both good (Harley-Davidson, Viacom) and bad (Regal Cinemas, Federated Department Stores).  And, sadly, it does allow room for certain financial reengineering that can lead to ill-gotten gains for some.  But the practice plays a necessary role in capitalism.  If it didn’t, it wouldn’t exist, for capitalism is among the most lethal and efficient self-correcting forces on the planet.

But let’s chat more about what it is that venture capitalism actually does.  In a nutshell, it provides young, cash-strapped companies with the funding needed to realize their visions.  So while they might not create anything tangible per se, venture capitalists most certainly provide the funding needed for companies to go out and make things.  Say, for example, a young programming whizkid (we’ll call him Mark) comes up with an idea to revolutionize social networking and needs money to support his new website.  Mark might go to a venture capital firm, someone like Accel Partners, and pitch his idea with the hope that it likes what he has to say and is willing to back him.  Maybe Accel gives the young Mark $12 million to make his dream a reality in exchange for an equity stake in his venture.  And maybe, seven years later, his idea becomes a $100 billion IPO that sees both Mark and Accel grow fabulously rich.  That, my friends, is the most successful venture capital story ever told.

Funnily enough, some of Maher’s own examples help refute his argument.  In its early days, Apple benefited greatly from the funding provided by venture capital firm Sequoia Capital (whose credits also include companies like Google,  Electronic Arts, Funny or Die, LinkedIn, and YouTube, to name a few).  Walt Disney was able to cobble together enough friends and family money to form the company that would go on to bring us Mickey Mouse and Snow White.  While Disney didn’t benefit directly from venture capitalism in its early days, the company did come to appreciate the beneficence of the practice since it now has its own venture capital unit, Steamboat Ventures.  Henry Ford didn’t rely on formal venture capital in founding Ford Motor Compnay, but he did succeed with the help of a handful of “angel investors” who provided him with the necessary capital to build his Model T.  (Note: Angel investors are basically venture capitalists who operate in more independent fashion on a smaller and less formal basis).

You see, venture capitalism is just one example of how Wall Street performs a crucial role in our society.  Sure, there are terrible misdeeds and injustices that occur, as with any industry.  But there isn’t a more effective form of capital formation and allocation on the planet.

For someone so enamored with reason in his vehement anti-religiosity, Maher can be maddeningly unreasonable when it comes to all matters economic.  I can understand why you get that with the likes of MSNBC, a company that, as a matter of existential necessity, chose to follow Fox News down the rabbit hole of overt bias.  But I’ve come to expect better from Maher, so consider me disappointed.

By the way, it’s worth noting that, while at Bain Capital, Mitt Romney was involved not just in straight LBO deals but also venture and growth capital ones, including with companies like Staples and Domino’s Pizza.

Vacation In Retrospect

Lizzi and I returned yesterday from a week’s vacation.  Our time away was mostly spent in Phoenix and Boulder, punctuated by quick trips to Tucson and Breckenridge.  Though the comforts of home are always easily greeted, the trip was an overall joy, save for the occasional bed bug attack and gradual loss of sanity arising from endless packing and unpacking.

In Phoenix, we spent most of our time catching up with my family.  This involved plenty of eating (La Grande Orange was tops for brunch and dinner at ZuZu in the Hotel Valley Ho wasn’t too shabby), a quick trip to Tucson for a tour of the University of Arizona with my little brother (lunch at Pasco Kitchen was fantastic), a brisk hike up Piestewa Peak, and your standard moments of familial annoyance.  There was also, of course, the obligatory philosophical debate with grandma.  The impetus being that I promised to read her book on cosmic consciousness if she would promise to read my blog, which I’m pretty sure she considers heretic crap.  What followed was a revelation that grandma, ever the mystic, exists in the fourth dimension.  This makes it hard for her to communicate with spiritual infants who flounder aimlessly in 3D.  My inquiries into how she graduated to 4D and who had decision-making authority to grant her such access were met with agitation.  I therefore chose to bite my tongue and allow grandma her moment of spiritual condescension.  Though we disagree wholeheartedly on many topics, I love grandma for her verve…and for the inspiration she provides a certain atheist blogger.

We also enjoyed making fun of “the best boutique hotel” in Phoenix, The Clarendon.  The “best of” moniker is in quotations since it appears to be self-proclaimed (the “rewards” section on its website is mysteriously inoperable), kind of like how millions of coffee shops across the U.S. lay claim to the world’s best coffee.  (A visit to the hotel’s website also reminds me that I should hold in suspicion any company whose web address ends in .net)  Our stay started out strange enough.  Upon entering the lobby (situated more as a hallway entrance), I was immediately overcome by the feeling of shadiness.  It’s hard to describe why but let’s just say that I wouldn’t be surprised if there were multiple drug deals going down in the dark recesses of the hotel’s general areas.  Though plenty friendly, the lady behind the counter spent an inordinate period of time explaining to us the very basic rules of hotel-staying.  (“Yes, we’re well aware of all that, this not being our first rodeo.”)  And she was infused with a special sense of pride given her role as keeper of the snacks (these were free, she’d have us know, several times over).  She also made us aware that those snacks would for the evening be delivered by her teenage daughter, who clearly had nothing better to do over her winter break than to accompany her mother on the graveyard shift.  This was as depressing as it was strange.

Once in our room, we were entertained by the overbearing scent of cheap air freshener, the blaring of an alarm from across the hall that was apparently set for 10 PM everyday, and a woeful attempt at art house decor.  The bathroom was impossibly small, a situation made funnier by the fact that the faucet would only run cold unless the shower was turned on hot at the same time.  On our trips to the elevator we had plenty of time to observe the pool scene since the elevator took twelve minutes to navigate four floors.  The pool was set at the bottom of the hotel’s open air atrium, giving the place a seedy motel feel.  This picture was made complete by the invariable sight of a floating, mustachioed man made buoyant by generous amounts of excess fat…nursing a beer…at 9:30 in the morning.  On vacation, this is an acceptable – if not encouraged – move.  But it was being executed with a level of nonchalance indicative of standard procedure rather than occasional indulgence.  The image of this man perfectly encapsulates the Clarendon experience, not to mention the bed bug attack that Lizzi is pretty sure occurred during the final night of our stay.

Once in Boulder, we were granted a reprieve in both company and accommodation.  Comfortably ensconced in the tasteful St. Julien Hotel, we spent most of our stay getting caught up with some very dear friends, two of whom were in town from Sydney and one of whom now calls the Denver area home.  The former group represents for us the highlight of our Tokyo stay while the latter gentleman is among the funniest people I know.  He’s the kind of guy who routinely turns otherwise problematic situations into cause for uproarious laughter.  For example, having recently encountered some problems with Lasik surgery, he greets the staff upon his (many) follow-up trips to the eye clinic by playfully pointing out the nurse “responsible” for the mishap (“There she is!  That’s the one!”, delivered with a shit-eating grin in a manner designed to exact maximum discomfort).  He then proceeds to read a very clear and very large letter “P” during the eye exam as a “4″.  Perplexed, the nurse explains that he should be seeing letters.  To this my friend replies, “Then why are you putting numbers up there?!”.

Boulder is a great little spot, boasting lots of cool shops and great restaurants (I recommend Salt and Kitchen).  Being a college town, it’s a blue dot in the middle of a red state.  It had a sort of Bohemian vibe to it, reminding me slightly of Berkeley.  Notwithstanding my fiscal conservatism, I feel awfully comfortable in these towns.  I even find the preponderance of street performers and beggars charming.  One young lady had the word “love” partially spelled out with loose change and would ask passers-by if they’d help her make love on the sidewalk.  I found this clever, which suggests to me that my socially liberal tendencies win out in the end.  Or maybe I’m just open-minded and intellectually flexible, as evidenced by my willingness to visit Lefthand Books and leaf through literature celebrating Che, anarchism, and collectivism.  Of course, I also chuckled at the notion that the store exists through the efforts of volunteers that are ironically in short supply (judging by various announcements on its website and doorway).

We left Boulder for a day-and-a-half to hit the slopes in Breckenridge, about a 90-minute drive west.  Thanks to some pretty heavy snowfall during the drive out, our journey was a rather precarious one that left me thankful we opted for the Subaru Outback as our rental.  Given the poorly marked roads, mountainside curves, and absence of artificial lighting, I wouldn’t be surprised if Colorado leads the U.S. in highway fatalities.  Having left in the early afternoon, we made it to Breckenridge with just enough time to catch about an hour’s worth of skiing.  This being my first time on skis, I acquitted myself rather well and managed to feel moderately comfortable by hour’s end.  This gave me a false sense of confidence heading into the next morning when I felt compelled to follow our group of advanced-skier friends along the Blue route to meet up with some other friends at One Ski Hill on Peak 8 (we were coming from the Hyatt on Peak 9).  I somehow managed to survive the trek though not without the occasional face plant.  One wipeout was particularly good, falling just short of a full yardsale (I learned that this is ski slang for a crash involving the loss of both skis, poles, goggles, gloves, and hat).  On this particular fall, I managed to shed both skis along with my pride.  For some reason, my instincts force me to always cut left when attempting to stop (a technique I picked up while watching skiing on television).  This is perhaps because I’m right-handed and therefore have more confidence in my right foot/leg serving as the brake.  I happened to arrive at this attempted stop at what I perceived as being breakneck speed, a term for which I’ve developed a newfound appreciation.  Upon cutting to my usual left, I immediately lost the plot.  My body’s momentum kept going downhill while my feet tried to stay planted at an angle.  Physics being what they are, my feet lost that battle, which caused me to somersault uncontrollably a solid 15-20 feet as my skis quickly departed from my boots.  My head snapped back pretty violently when I hit the ground (thank you, helmet) and I was certain that I bit off the front half of my tongue (luckily that was not the case).  As fate would have it, this all occurred in front of our friends, all of whom were parked at the bottom of the hill graciously waiting for the idiot beginner in the group to catch up.  I figured the least I could do was reward their patience with a first-rate wipeout.

I left Breckenridge with only a moderate appreciation for skiing.  It is plenty fun as an activity but the build-up is draining.  First, you spend lots of money on gear (gloves, goggles, coat, pants, socks, long underwear, hat, etc.).  Then you pack all that gear into an overstuffed bag and head for the airport.  Then you drive a couple hours from the airport to the resort.  Then you spend more money renting skis, boots, helmets, etc.  Then you spend fifteen minutes putting on all that gear.  Then you waddle out to the nearest ticket office and spend silly money for a day pass.  Then you find the nearest gondola, which takes you ten minutes up the hill where you then wait in line for another ski lift to take you to some such run or another.  When you’re finally at the top, you spend a few minutes actually skiing before waiting another 10-15 minutes in line for another lift that will take you 10 minutes up the hill again for another 3-5 minutes worth of skiing.  For me, I didn’t derive enough utility out of the skiing itself to justify the premium spent in time and money.  I’m told the above frustrations are a function of choosing a popular destination like Breckenridge.  In which case, I look forward to visiting a less cumbersome spot in the future.  For her part, Lizzi did great and managed to escape the mountains with nary a spill.  And I’m pretty sure she got a kick out of my wipeouts, so I suspect her experience was more of a net positive.

I got a fair amount of reading done over the break.  On our flight out to Phoenix, I read “Farther Away“, Jonathan Franzen’s fantastic contribution to the New Yorker from last April.  In it, Franzen remembers his old friend, David Foster Wallace, while ruminating on Robinson Crusoe and the concept of solitude during a trek to one of the world’s most remote islands.  This notion of distraction-free individuality providing fertile ground for creativity has long been espoused by Franzen, whose collection of personal essays is entitled How To Be Alone and whose rules for writing include “It’s doubtful that anyone with an internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.”  It just so happens that my Sunday NY Times greeted my return with an OpEd written by Susan Cain about the “Rise of the New Groupthink“.  Among other things, the article talks about how people are more creative when they are alone and free from interruption, that “solitude is a catalyst to innovation” and that “we’re often so dazzled by charisma that we overlook the quiet part of the creative process.”  So the fact that I usually blog with the television on, music in the background, and dozens of open web pages probably explains why my writing is such shit.

Despite my mediocrity, I intend to write a book this year, so the above resonates with me as I attempt to crystallize my own thoughts on the creative process.  Seeking inspiration during our trip, I sequestered myself away in the Boulder Bookstore for a couple of hours one day.  I spent my time there reading snippets of Franzen, Wallace, Salinger, Bolano, Pynchon, Fitzgerald, Heller, Mitchell, and Klosterman.  An eclectic collection of voices, I was looking for help in understanding tone and rhythm, whether in essay or novel form.  I was also secretly hoping that surrounding myself with such genius would somehow imbue me with magical abilities of my own.  But instead of becoming more learned and inspired, I left feeling somewhat defeated.  Reading the work of these brilliant writers brought about a wave of insecurity in my own abilities.  How could I possibly have anything to add to a world already gifted with such talent?  This feeling of desperation lasted about an hour before I convinced myself that what I just did was akin to an aspiring singer listening to Ray LaMontagne or Aretha Franklin and deciding to pack it in.  When instead they should be looking to Brittany Spears as inspiration.  If the entertainment industry has taught us anything, it’s that mediocrity is often handsomely rewarded.  For every Louis C.K., there’s a Dane Cook.  For every Conan O’Brien, there’s a George Lopez.  For every Bill Clinton, there’s a Barack Obama.  (Zing!)

While perusing the bookshelves I came across the author George Saunders, about whom I vaguely recall hearing in the past.  I picked up The Brief and Frightening Reign of Phil and read it on the flight back to Chicago, along with a couple of chapters from his collected essays, The Braindead Megaphone.  Phil was fun as a quirky, Vonnegutesque form of social commentary.  But I’m enjoying more his collection of essays.  The first story in Braindead is where the book takes its name.  It’s a brilliant treatise on today’s media and echoes many of my own sentiments on the topic (save for the leftward lean).  This is something I’ve blogged about in the past and come increasingly close to doing again with each viewing of those sanctimonious “Lean Forward” ads on MSNBC.

But if we define Megaphone as the composite of hundreds of voices we hear each day that come to us from people we don’t know, via high-tech sources, it’s clear that a significant and ascendant component of that voice has become bottom-dwelling, shrill, incurious, ranting, and agenda-driven.  It strives to antagonize us, make us feel anxious, ineffective, and alone; convince us that the world is full of enemies and of people stupider and less agreeable than ourselves…

In a time of danger, the person sounding the paranoid continual alarm will eventually be right.  A voice arguing for our complete rightness and the complete wrongness of our enemies, a voice constantly broadening the definition of ‘enemy’, relieves us of the burden of living with ambiguity.

I also managed to read some of Jonathan Safran Foer’s Eating Animals, which did its part in keeping me on the road towards a plant-based diet. By the way, I had a partner in all this reading, as Lizzi could be spotted at any given time curled up with her Kindle devouring The Hunger Games trilogy.

So here I sit, the evening before my return to the office, feeling less stoked than usual about getting back to work after a long break.  Unless there’s a huge market for mediocre writing out there, this better be a fleeting feeling.

Occupy Hollywood

Interesting piece by Frank Bruni in today’s NY Times, which takes to task the uncomfortable hypocrisy on display when (insanely) rich entertainers consort with the Occupy Wall Street (OWS) crowd.  Though it strikes an inherently sympathetic chord for the OWS movement, I appreciated the article’s larger point: That many of the well-to-do musicians and actors lending their support (e.g., Michael Moore, Kanye West, Susan Sarandon, Alec Baldwin, etc.) are quite guilty of the “crime” that lies at the heart of the protests, which is that of benefitting from massive inequality in economic outcomes (i.e. income disparity) and/or helping to feed the machine that perpetuates said inequalities (i.e. corporations).

Entertainers are members of the well-connected economic elite against which Occupy Wall Street ostensibly rages, whether or not they want to see themselves that way. True, they’re not bundling mortgages, and they often have their extravagantly beating hearts in the right place. Many donate generously to charity. Many do remarkable good. But they nonetheless make oodles of money for themselves and for major corporations with lavishly compensated executives: the corporations that bankroll and distribute their television shows, movies, record albums and concert tours; the corporations that peddle the clothing, electronics and ever-so-important cosmetics and styling products that entertainers are paid so handsomely to model and endorse.

On a somewhat related tangent, it’s a slippery slope when one makes value judgments on the income of others and/or how those with money choose to spend it (assuming such wealth is not ill-gotten).  When it comes to this, Michael Moore is a hypocrite of monumental proportions, and it is equal parts sad and maddening to see so many on the left fall prey to the man’s totally insincere and self-serving machinations.  When I saw Moore conduct a capitalism-bashing interview from Zuccotti Park with hoards of OWS supporters behind him, I wanted to jump through the screen and slap some sense into the throng.  Don’t they realize that his presence there is part of a promotional calculus that serves to brandish Moore’s self-fashioned image as a populist?  When in reality the man is a populist only to the extent that it facilitates his ability to be a capitalist (i.e., make more money)? Side note: According to most reports, Moore’s estimated net worth is $50 million, which comfortably places him within the top 1% of Americans singled out by OWS as the enemy.

When I think of Michael Moore and his ilk, with all their faux (or simply misguided) anti-capitalist pulpit-pounding, I can’t help but be reminded of the corrupt politician from Martin Scorsese’s Gangs of New York whose populist rhetoric – which underpinned his own political survival – helped fuel the fire of revolt.  And when that mob succumbed to a violent inertia, it visited upon that politician – sequestered away in his opulent mansion – its own form of fiery “justice”.  Taken to its logical conclusion, what did that politician expect would happen when protest fueled by populist passion reached its fever pitch?

I’m a firm believer in the notion that economics does a pretty good job of explaining pretty much everything.  And though the OWS crowd has some legitimate complaints (e.g. corruption in politics), most of the systemic ills it seeks to address have long existed without much concern.  But for the fact that unemployment remains stubbornly high and wage growth has been stagnant for a decade (on average), OWS would simply not exist.  The reality is as sad as it is simple: A lot of people are struggling to make ends meet and most of them don’t see much reason for hope.  In such times, it’s easy to bash Wall Street and global financiers because Washington and the media need a convenient scapegoat (for needs of diversion and villainy, respectively).  But at the end of the day, income disparity exists across the industry spectrum, and Wall Street certainly doesn’t own a monopoly on ridiculous pay packages (see Silicon Valley, the NBA/NFL/MLB, and Hollywood for a few other examples).  What Moore et al. fail to recognize is that they in many ways personify the “evil” that has become the system and should therefore be careful what they wish for.  After all, as The Economist reminded us this week, “Populist anger, especially if it has no coherent agenda, can go anywhere in times of want.”

Pundit Under Protest

David Brooks lays down the gauntlet with a piece in today’s NY Times in which he excoriates both political parties for lacking vision and courage:

The Republican growth agenda — tax cuts and nothing else — is stupefyingly boring, fiscally irresponsible and politically impossible. Gigantic tax cuts — if they were affordable — might boost overall growth, but they would do nothing to address the structural problems that are causing a working-class crisis.

Republican politicians don’t design policies to meet specific needs, or even to help their own working-class voters. They use policies as signaling devices — as ways to reassure the base that they are 100 percent orthodox and rigidly loyal. Republicans have taken a pragmatic policy proposal from 1980 and sanctified it as their core purity test for 2012.

As for the Democrats, they offer practically nothing. They acknowledge huge problems like wage stagnation and then offer… light rail! Solar panels! It was telling that the Democrats offered no budget this year, even though they are supposedly running the country. That’s because they too are trapped in a bygone era.

Mentally, they are living in the era of affluence, but, actually, they are living in the era of austerity. They still have these grand spending ideas, but there is no longer any money to pay for them and there won’t be for decades. Democrats dream New Deal dreams, propose nothing and try to win elections by making sure nobody ever touches Medicare.

Doh!


Random Thoughts

A collection of musings inspired by something or other:

  • 36-7:  Wondering if New England’s Bill Belichik is thinking to himself that the Bears are exactly who he thought they were.  Somewhere, Denny Green is nodding to an empty chair and muttering to himself, “Yep.  That’s right.  Uh huh.”
  • It’s just been revealed that Wynona Ryder does not use the Internet.  Which explains why I haven’t heard anything about her since, well, the invention of the Internet.
  • The University of Miami will make Temple’s Al Golden its head football coach next year.  Golden’s career record as head coach is 27-34 in a conference nicknamed the Big Easy.  The man whom Golden will replace, Randy Shannon, had a career record of 28-22 at Miami, whose schedule is eminently more difficult than Temple’s.  A gutsy call on the part of Miami or yet another Athletic Director brain fart?
  • Watching the Cowboys game as I write this.  If there is a difficult catch to be made, Roy Williams will not make it.  And is it weird that I’m secretly hoping for DeMarcus Ware to tear Michael Vick’s head off during one of his sacks, then jog around the field with it held on high?
  • I’m ordering a bunch of mags in advance of our move back home.  Naturally, I’m beside myself with excitement, but wondering which mags to hold off on in advance of full iPad access.  Hard to thoughtfully plan when one is an early adopter.  And should I play for value (print) or the planet (iPad)?
  • Orpah says she’s not a lesbian.  Rosie O’Donnell agrees.  That settles that?
  • Juan Williams is writing a book about his firing from NPR.  He’s going to frame it as his own heroic battle for free speech.  I think it’s just another egotistical journalist who thinks people actually give a shit what happens to him or his job.  With the frequent tantrums thrown by the Williams’, Schultz’s, and the Olbermans of the world, I’ve decided that American talking heads are the media equivalent of NFL wide receivers.
  • Bowl season is upon us, an annual reminder that college football has the worst post-season structure of any sport.
  • Love Madonna’s response to Piers Morgan, who banned her from his new show because she is too boring and he prefers the likes of Lady Gaga instead: “Madonna doesn’t know who Piers Morgan is but she’s a big fan of Lady Gaga.”  Zing!

Today’s Lesson In Cognitive Dissonance

One of my recent posts expressed some curiosity at the notion that Kathy Griffin was invited onto Larry King Live to discuss the dangers of bullying.  My confusion derived from the fact that Griffin is a comedian who makes a rather notorious living making fun of – same may call it bullying – other people.

Well, the little red rocket is at it again, this time making fun of Bristol Palin’s weight by referring to her as the “white Precious“.  This, ladies and germs, is a wonderful example of hypocrisy.  Griffin’s mastery of doublethink would’ve made Orwell proud.  But to those of us paying attention, it just makes her look petty and disingenuous.

By the way, this marks the second straight post where I came to the defense of Bristol Palin.  Some might say this provides evidence that Eddyfication is a bastion of independent thought.  Either that or I tend to develop subconscious crushes on people named after the hometown of my beloved ESPN.

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I’m With Bristol On This One

It will likely come as little surprise when I admit that I’m not a big fan of the Kardashian family.  Wait, did I say Kardashian?  I meant Palin.  In any event, such admission notwithstanding, I must say that I found Bristol Palin’s response to being granted the top spot on Keith Olbermann’s infamous “Worst Persons” list to be highly effective.  For those who don’t know, the always angry Olbermann used his list to mock Palin for being a role model for abstinence.  And though I strongly disagree with her cause’s premise, I think she came out on top in this little media tussle:

Accusing me of hypocrisy is by now, an old canard. What Mr. Olbermann lacks in originality he makes up for with insincere incredulity. Mr. Olbermann fails to understand that in order to have credibility as a spokesperson, it sometimes takes a person who has made mistakes. Parents warn their children about the mistakes they made so they are not repeated. Former gang members travel to schools to educate teenagers about the risks of gang life. Recovered addicts lecture to others about the risks of alcohol and drug abuse. And yes, a teen mother talks about the benefits of preventing teen pregnancy. I have never claimed to be perfect. If that makes me the “worst person in the world” to Mr. Olbermann, then I must apologize for not being absolutely faultless like he undoubtedly must be. To Mr. Olbermann let me say this: you can attack me all you want. But you will not stop me from getting my message out about teen pregnancy prevention. And one day, if you ever have a daughter, you may change your mind about me.

Granted, it is highly unlikely that she actually penned the response herself.  And her stint as a spokesperson for abstinence is undoubtedly the result of a political calculation made by her mother’s handlers.  That said, I think the response is spot-on.

Here’s another related brainstorm:  I’ve heard Bristol’s pregnancy plainly referred to as a mistake by both she and her mother.  Isn’t some sort of parental faux pas being committed by inferring that one’s child (or grandchild) was a mistake?  And isn’t every life in the eyes of a pro-lifer a gift from god?  And isn’t god infallible?

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Aiming High

Drawn in by the tagline “Justin Bieber Talks Relationship With God”, I couldn’t help but waste 30 seconds of my life perusing an interview the little dude did with the Associated Press.  In this wonderful display of hard-hitting journalism, we were treated to a great, thought-provoking quote:

I see myself being like, 30, like, married, like, probably.

We also learned that Bieber avoids the temptations of Hollywood by reminding himself that Jesus died for his sins, which sounds like a fun way to go about life.  No word on whether the interviewer turned in his or her press pass following the interview a la a disenchanted cop turning in the old badge and gun.

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I Love America

Remember that whole “Balloon Boy” fiasco from a couple years back?  The one where a guy named Richard Heene masterminded a hoax that had everyone convinced his son was trapped in a runaway helium balloon (when in reality he was hiding back home)?  We were later told that Heene was looking to squeeze some dough out of his ill-gotten stardom so he could fund the building of a bunker for him and his family to hide when the end of the world rolls around (in 2012).

Well, the irrepressible Heene has now moved on to his latest moneymaking scheme with the Bear Scratch, a mostly useless household device that encourages people to imitate forest-dwelling bears when struck by the urge to scratch their backs while at home. With a target market of lonely souls who lack critical thinking skills (i.e., those who don’t have partners or other household products handy), it’s tough to expect much success for this rather asinine product.  Actually, now that I think about it, Japan might fit the bill, particularly given the country’s fascination with crazy and impractical inventions.  Perhaps I could volunteer to be his sales rep out here.  Hmm….

Whatever the case, I’m just glad that people like Heene are able to persist, even despite their myriad shortcomings and obvious narcissism.  With the midterm elections coming up, this is a particularly timely observation, as it reminds us that anything is possible in America, especially second and third acts.

And it allows us to enjoy horrendous homemade infomercials like the one below:

By the way, you might also enjoy watching Heene and his buddies opine on the impending end of the world in 2012.  Just another fun moment of wingnuttery.

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Three Things

That I like:

  1. Boardwalk Empire: HBO’s newest show looks tailor-made to fill the void left behind by The Sopranos, thanks largely to the magic touch of Martin Scorsese and writer Terence Winters.  It’s also fun to see Steve Buscemi get a shot at carrying his own show.  So far so good!
  2. The Office: Now in its seventh season, NBC’s adaption of the British classic has matured very well over the years.  So much so that it should no longer be compared to the British version and deserves to be recognized as a very funny show in its own right.
  3. ESPN’s Mike Lombardi: Heard the football analyst on a recent BS Report and found him to be very thoughtful and articulate.  The dude’s a football encyclopedia.  Very impressive.

That I don’t like:

  1. Fancy watches on the sideline: It always strikes me as incongruous when I see a football coach (particularly a college one) on the sideline looking sporty with khakis, a hoodie…and a nice, flashy watch.  If ever there were a time for a good old Timex, that would be one of them.
  2. Lebron James playing the race card to explain the backlash surrounding his decision to “take [his] talents to South Beach”.  Ugh.
  3. Ed Schultz:  The MSNBC talking head is turning into his network’s version of Glenn Beck, at least in the angry blowhard sense.  And he loves unions, so there’s that too.

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    Move It Or Lose It Sister!

    I’m certainly no fan of socialite Paris Hilton.  In fact, I’m pretty much against everything she stands for, assuming she stands for anything at all.  And for one twisted reason or another, I’ve rather enjoyed her Lindsay Lohan imitation of late, particularly when observed against the backdrop of her come-to-Jesus moment described on Larry King following her brief stay in jail.  Clearly, those days spent reading the bible didn’t have quite the effect she suggested, at least judging by her latest coke-infused shenanigans.

    However, one thing that annoys me more than hearing about the daily travails of no-talent ass clowns is the paparazzi that trail these people around and fuel the fire of their unjustified fame.  I appreciate the fact that these photogs and their subjects exist largely by virtue of their own obligate symbiosis (that’s where both parties depend entirely on each other for survival…I looked it up).  But the ridiculous extremes to which these people go in efforts to capture pics of celebrities doing average, everyday things is pathetic.  These bloodhounds go completely over the top to turn even the most mundane action into a moneymaker, stalking their prey like rabid dogs in heat.

    What brought me to this ramble is the video below, during which Paris Hilton and her boyfriend, Cy Waits, were accosted by swarming paparazzi while leaving a restaurant in West Hollywood.  During the mad scramble of flash, one of the photogs was bumped by Hilton’s car, whose driver was clearly trying to approach his desperate escape from a manic, scalp-seeking hoard in as delicate a manner as possible.

    Two things here.  One, if you stand in front of a car while it is attempting forward momentum, you should expect a rather painful lesson in physics.  And if you’re doing that while snapping unsolicited photos of the vehicle’s occupants, you deserve all the pain that comes your way.  Two, how absolutely pitiful must you feel about yourself while fighting for position to snap that photo?  Do these people ever stop for a moment and think about the depths they explore in fulfilling their “professional” duties?  Again, I don’t care in the slightest for Paris Hilton and her cohort.  But I must say that those who chronicle her daily goings deserve a fair share of her shame.

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    He’s Gonna Blow Your Mind! Again!

    The Beckster ended his show today with another plea that we and everyone we know tune in tomorrow for a show that he promises “will blow your mind”.  Either his ratings are flagging or he’s gonna blow this thing off the chain.  He’s threatened us with similar proclamations in the past, but something tells me that this time he’ll deliver.  He says he’s gonna tell us all about the dangers that arise when politics and religion mix, proving yet again that this man is a genius….and the epitome of hypocrisy.  Or as Shia Lebouf would pronounce it: epi-tome.

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    Traveling Light

    Traveling can be a cathartic experience.  Particularly if you’re like me and incapable of doing anything responsible while in transit.  Unlike most of my fellow commuters, I’m incapable of engaging in productive activity while on planes or trains.  Catching up on offline email?  No thanks.  Studying for my upcoming exams?  Nah.  I’d rather load up on all the free rags handed out by my airline of choice, watch crappy films, and listen to my recent music downloads.  This is my time to be removed from it all – no email to respond to, no phone calls to receive, no colleagues or classmates with whom to interact.  Just me and my goodies.  And the occasional interruption by the friendly neighborhood flight attendant.

    Before I boarded my flight for Hong Kong yesterday, I had an opportunity to observe two very unique Japanese phenomena.  First, the Narita Express train is quite pleasant and efficient.  For all the complaints about Narita’s ridiculous distance from the city center (with which I agree), getting there by train is a largely innocuous affair.  Second, I got to witness the persistent oblivion and/or over-done-ness of Japanese service.  As I stood in line waiting to board my flight, a lovely ANA representative made her way up and and down the line of customers with a small whiteboard on which was written the name Wai Honchuen.  Being in Japan and on my way to China, I was of course surrounded by dozens of Asian-looking people.  But who does she specifically pick out to confirm that they are not the very obvious Asian in question?  Me.  The only Western-looking dude in the line.  Is she clueless to the fact that folks named Wai Honchuen don’t typically have pale skin, blue eyes, light brown hair, and big noses?  Or is she overdoing it?  Granted, it would be hard for me to distinguish someone named Juan from Latin American or Iberian ancestry.  But I’d never mistake someone with olive skin and dark features named Giuseppe as being of Korean descent.  I suspect that if I were in the line next to us awaiting a flight to Bangkok that I’d be singled out as the Thaveesri Supatcharin seated in 47F for whom the cabin crew was searching.

    Speaking of Bangkok, I didn’t detect a scintilla of concern among the faces I surveyed in the Thailand-bound line next to us.  Judging by the news images, one would be excused for mistaking Bangkok for a disaster zone.  Meanwhile, here were hundreds of very pleasant-looking people of multiple nationalities appearing not at all concerned for their future safety.  Which got me thinking about how the media loves to blow things out of proportion.  I have a friend who lives in Athens who appears to be going about life as usual despite the fire-bombing that has been reported and publicized.  I have friends who have recently been to Bangkok who have likewise downplayed the violence there.  And my time spent in Seoul has revealed a country that treats everyone’s favorite megalomaniac midget to the north with nary a second thought.  Granted, there have been outbursts of violence in the aforementioned countries that have sometimes had very tragic results, but things for the most part appear more sanguine than the mass media would have us believe.

    On to my mid-air reading, which was comprised of the usual freebies.  I got to peruse the FT, WSJ, and IHT, most of which were par for the course, save for the Kristoff piece on how Gabon is Africa’s Eden.  I dig the touch of nature highlighted in his piece but can’t help but furrow my brow since Gabon is – sadly – a great example of how dysfunctional African leadership is on the whole.  Kristof, for all his dreaming, can’t run away from the unfortunate reality that Gabon’s populace is largely poor, “despite the country’s oil wealth”.  What does that mean?  The riches derived from the country’s vast natural resources have largely been siphoned off by a corrupt elite.  Indeed, the country had been subject to the dictatorial regime of one man, Omar Bongo, for 42 years prior to his death in 2009.  During his rule, Mr. Bongo managed to accumulate a net worth in excess of $500 million.  Not bad for a public servant in a country with a GDP per capita of $7,000.  And who took over following his death?  None other than his son, whose former wife appeared on a VH1 reality show called Really Rich Real Estate, which featured her trying to purchase a $25 million home in Malibu, CA.  Booyah!

    I also perused Newsweek articles that were mostly forgettable as well as Time magazine’s 100 most influential list.  I can’t say that I’m all that surprised by the list of people.  What I found more interesting were the authors chosen to write about certain of the honorees.  Michael Moore on Brazil’s president Lula (last seen cavorting with the Iranian leadership)?  Perfect.  Sarah Palin on Glenn Beck?  Even better.  Ted Nugent on Sarah Palin?  Just threw up in my mouth.  George Lopez on Conan O’Brien?  Interesting (since Lopez shares a late night slot on TBS).  Banksy by Shepard Fairey?  Agreed.  The best one was Ricky Gervais by Karl Pilkington, who is slowly emerging as my favorite funnyman around.  My next skim was a Fortune magazine focus on Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg.  It reminded me that I don’t like that magazine much, and also revealed Zuckerberg as much the dork I’ve long suspected (I’ve always thought his rolled up North Face fleece worn at big meetings was an obvious cry for help).

    Luckily, Wired came through with an interesting piece on why “statistics should be the new grammar” in our society, stressing the need for us to master the math as we deal with a range of problems social, political, and otherwise.

    Statistics is hard. But that’s not just an issue of individual understanding; it’s also becoming one of the nation’s biggest political problems. We live in a world where the thorniest policy issues increasingly boil down to arguments over what the data mean. If you don’t understand statistics, you don’t know what’s going on — and you can’t tell when you’re being lied to. Statistics should now be a core part of general education. You shouldn’t finish high school without understanding it reasonably well — as well, say, as you can compose an essay.

    On a related note, I recently read Roger Lowenstein’s fantastic Warren Buffett biography, which – combined with an occasional peek at that wonderful Charlie Munger homage, Poor Charlie’s Almanack – drove home the importance of statistics and probability in everything Buffett does.  This brings me to another brainstorm: that infamous BP oil spill down in the Gulf of Mexico.  As can be expected, the disaster has all the usual suspects up in arms, with many reactionists calling for a total ban of all offshore drilling because of this one disaster.  Does this make any sense at all?  Well, if we put on our Buffett cap and view the world through a probabilistic prism, it most certainly doesn’t.  It’s my understanding that there are upwards of 30,000 offshore oil wells dotting the Gulf (a surprisingly large number).  And, sadly, we can now say that we’ve had one of them go awry in a major way.  For those keeping score at home, that boils down to a 1 in 30,000 chance of something like this happening.  Now consider that the U.S. relies on suspect countries like Venezuela, Saudi Arabia, and Nigeria for approximately 65% of its oil needs.  It strikes me as logical for us to defray those costs as much as possible by developing domestic resources of our own.  And if you told me we could do that so long as we could bear a .00003% chance of encountering a major problem in the process, I’d say that’s a pretty decent risk/reward trade-off.  But maybe that’s just me.

    As I write this, I’m half-watching the daily Glenn Beck infomercial, also known as The Glenn Beck Show.  The show itself is a monumental pitch of all things Beck, with him peddling his website, paid speeches, and the show itself  (“DVR this show, tell your friends to as well, you must join me tomorrow cuz I’m gonna blow your mind!”) at every turn.  And the show’s commercials are ones you don’t often find elsewhere, with most taking on an infomercial quality: Bowflex, a varied collection of discount gold brokers, some sort of acne cream, and eDiets, just to name a few.  I’m wondering if this says more about Beck or his audience.  Either way, color me perturbed.

    Enough with the procrastination.  I’m on solid ground now, which means I can no longer be excused for slacking.

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    Slice Of Awesome

    The camera work isn’t great but the punchline certainly is:

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    On Banksy And Those Pesky Venezuelans

    My man BW sent along a couple of noteworthy tidbits that I found worth sharing.  The first one sheds light on the strange, counter-cultural battle taking place amongst the shadows in London.  The WSJ recently ran a piece highlighting the growing spat between two of London’s most famous (read notorious) graffiti artists, each of whom goes by a singular tag: Banksy and Robbo.   The article is an interesting one, to be sure, but I found the following Banksy quote to be the highlight of the piece:

    I find it surreal when graffiti writers get possessive over certain locations. I thought that having a casual attitude towards property ownership was an essential part of being a vandal.

    Meanwhile, I’m delighted to learn that White Sox manager, Ozzie Guillen, has set up his own Twitter account.  This a fantastic development for anyone who finds humor in outspoken blowhards spewing utter nonsense, while it no doubt gives his bosses plenty cause for concern.  Not only will the account give us a look into how truly inarticulate the guy is but I’m sure we’ll also find plenty of fodder pointing to his general lack of substance and tact.  Twitter and Ozzie go together like Roland Emmerich and films: kinda fun for some to watch but generally a bad idea overall.

    Here’s a case-in-point:  After Tweeting that he was bored after just the third day of Spring Training, Ozzie received a bit of a talking-to from his boss, Kenny Williams, which prompted the following Ozzie lament:

    I guess I can’t have fun.  I flunked in school five times, and I never had as much trouble as I’m having right now. Why do I have to explain to people why I’m doing this? Like I said, I talked to Kenny about it, it’s not anything that involves the club.

    What a moron.  Not only does he tell us he flunked school five times (which should come as no surprise) but he also provides in full view a perfect example of how immature he his by complaining that the constraints of his very well-paying day job limit his ability to have fun.  Wow.  To say he doesn’t get it wouldn’t do his enormous obtuseness justice.  By the way, when I think of Venezuela, I immediately equate the country with the likes of Hugo Chavez and Ozzie Guillen.  I’m going to take it on faith that the country itself is much better than that and would prefer that its ambassadors to the world were anyone other than those two guys.

    Slice Of Awesome

    Gotta love the passion of those Italians!

    The (Mis)Valued Voter

    The Values Voter Summit 2009 took place this past week in DC.  Followers of this here blog know that my standard reaction to such an event resembles a cross between uncontrollable laughter and dry heaving, which would normally manifest itself in the form of a bitterly sarcastic post.  But rather than attempting my own take, I’ll leave it to Rachel Maddow who does a decent wrap of her own:

    Two things.  First, why is it that any reference to monkeys is automatically racist?  Now that we have a black president, are all monkey jokes totally off limits?  If so, that’s a shame because there are some good monkey jokes out there.  Second, can you believe how Mike Schwartz, chief of staff of Republican Senator Tom Coburn of Oklahoma, went off on a totally ridiculous tangent where he decided to use young boys’ general intolerance of homosexuality as a weapon of mass distortion to turn them against pornography.  As a refresher, read the below and let it sit for a minute:

    All pornography is homosexual pornography because it turns your sexual drive inwards.  Now think about that.  And if you…tell an eleven-year-old boy about that, do you think he’s gonna want to go out and get a copy of Playboy?  I’m pretty sure he’ll lose interest.  That’s the last thing he wants.

    His statements are so wonderfully obtuse that I don’t even know where to begin.  I’m speechless in my confusion that someone like this is given an audience.  Stupefied, I tell you!  Stupid dumb stupid!!!

    Perusing Vanity Fair

    Henry Rollins wrote a fantastical love letter to conservative hothead Anne Coulter in the latest edition of Vanity Fair that makes for a fun, quick read.

    My Ann was on Fox News with Geraldo Rivera. These two tele-titans were enlightening millions with their punditry par excellence when the topic turned to citizens bringing guns to events where our president is appearing. “More guns, less crime,” said my Annabananamarzipana, punching big gaping holes in my “Less guns, less crime” idea, part of my “No Bang, More Fun Theory.” Mr. Rivera nearly ate his mustache! This was about the time when my Ann said, “By the way, I’m more likely to be shot than the president.”

    Girl, don’t you start! Don’t you ever think that you are more likely to be shot than our president or anyone else! Ann, darling, we need you! I need you more than fundraising Christian zealots need same-sex marriage! Even if some awful person out there wanted to assassinate you, think of all the people who would gladly throw themselves in front of that bullet. There’s at least one, with health care and good to go! Take it easy, hot thang!

    The mag also had a sarcastic take on that wingnut Muammar Qaddafi and his completely ridiculous sense of style:

    Drawing upon the influences of Lacroix, Liberace, Phil Spector (for hair), Snoopy, and Idi Amin, Libya’s leader – now in his 60s – is simply the most unabashed dresser on the world stage.  We pay homage to a sartorial genius of our time.

    Seriously, what is it about megalomaniacs that causes them to dress in such outrageous fashion?  As if their behavior weren’t embarrassing enough!  And why are these morons allowed an audience at proper international events?  Listening to Qaddafi’s despicable speech in front of the U.N. yesterday made me want to put my fist through the television.  What a complete and total jackass.  Again, just a reminder that there is no justice in this world.

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    Drawing upon the influences of Lacroix, Liberace, Phil Spector (for hair), Snoopy, and Idi Amin, Libya’s leader—now in his 60s—is simply the most unabashed dresser on the world stage. We pay homage to a sartorial genius of our time.

    Some Multimedia Quick Hits

    I saw a trailer for Bruce Willis’ upcoming flick, The Surrogates, and couldn’t help but chuckle at the movie’s concept.  It strikes me as the brainchild of an SNL skit or something.  I can just imagine Bill Hader playing a Hollywood hustler pitching a movie idea to some studio bigwigs:  “You’ve got Bruce Willis fighting futuristic robots.  How can this not be gold?”.

    This little brainstorm makes me wonder about how Clint Eastwood pitched his ideas for Million Dollar Baby and Gran Turino.  Clint: “I’ll play a cantankerous, tough old SOB who wanders into socially awkward subject matter and, it turns out, is a teddy bear deep down with a soft spot for (insert minority here).”

    In TV news, I watched the series premiere of Community and liked it a lot.  I’ve always been a fan of Joel McHale (of Talk Soup fame) and I actually saw him once on a flight from Chicago to L.A., so naturally we’ve got a special bond since we breathed the same air for about four hours.  The show also stars John Oliver (of Daily Show fame) and the legendary Chevy Chase.  It appears to be a good, smart show, so I’m hoping it sticks.

    Other reasons to be happy on the television front: Dexter makes its season four premiere on September 27th and Friday Night Lights returns on October 28th.  I’m giddy with excitement.

    On the radio front, I’ve lightened up on the self-inflicted torture of listening to conservative talk radio.  One can only take so much of the myopic hatred being spewed by the likes of Mark Levin, Sean Hannity and Andrew Wilkow.  It’s pretty clear they each have an agenda that involves demonizing anyone who disagrees with the standard right-wing playbook.  I prefer my political hot air to be a bit more balanced.  Consequently, I searched around for other sources of background noise and am happy to report that I’ve rediscovered Howard Stern.  I’ve really been enjoying his show these past couple of weeks and am mad at myself for not coming back sooner.  One of the things that annoyed me about his show when he was on terrestrial radio was how ridiculously long his commercial breaks were; thankfully, those breaks are few and far between on Sirius, which makes me one happy consumer.  Other podcasts that I’ve rediscovered are ESPN’s BS Report and PTI as well as Adam Carolla’s show.  All good stuff that I recommend for anyone looking for some fun running dialogue on all things sports, movies, pop culture, etc.

    Three things that made me laugh recently:

    1. Dan Le Batard on the Lamar Odom-Khloe Kardashian engagement: “It’s perfect.  You’ve got the third-best Laker with the third-best Kardashian sister”.  Booyah!
    2. A sarcastic Howard Stern on global warming: “Me, I’m trying to enlarge my carbon footprint so people remember me when I die.  I’m working on my legacy here!”.
    3. Rachel Maddow on crazy Glenn Beck: “The sous chef of politics as performance art.”

    Brilliant idea of the week (from Bill Simmons):

    One very easy way to make the WNBA relevant would be to lower the rims.  They already use smaller balls to adjust to the smaller hands of women, so why not lower the rims as part of a similar effort?  That way, the game would go from a snoozefest of jump-ball tie-ups, rebounds that take too long, and layups of junior high quality to Sportscenter-worthy highlight reels of monster dunks.

    The Scar

    The Huffington Post ran a quick piece today by Andy Ostroy that ponders the potential of Joe Scarborough (of MSNBC’s Morning Joe) serving as a legitimate option for the Republicans in 2012.

    So what does Morning Joe have going for him? To begin with, he has legislative experience, having served Florida’s 1st Congressional District from 1995-2001. And, having the hometown advantage in this hotly contested state would be a huge asset in a run for the presidency.

    He’s also a shrewd operative and knows the issues. He’s a fiscal and foreign policy conservative and, though it’s been eight years since he was in Congress, where he was socially conservative as well, he’s embraced the center, especially when it comes to the environment, immigration and human rights. He’s extremely articulate, charismatic and telegenic with a warm squint in the eye and a winning grin. A straight-talking George W. Bush-basher who’s savvy and calculating enough to sense he can capitalize on his party’s incredible frustration and dissatisfaction with its past and current leadership, as well as tap the wave of disenchantment among Democrats and Independents. He’s a young (46) Tonight-Show-ready guitar player who could be the closest thing ever to the GOP’s version of Camelot. And, he has great national exposure through his morning television program as well as constant appearances on other high profile NBC shows such as Meet the Press.

    I’ve always like Joe, particularly given his moderate tendencies and pragmatic take on politics.  I certainly don’t agree with him on everything, but I like the way he engages on topics.  He strikes me as one of those few people capable of seeing the other side of a debate.  And if there’s anything the right could use today it’s a voice of moderation and reason to emerge, which would hopefully help offset the damage done by conservative ideologues over the past few years.

    Headline Of The Day

    Per CNN:

    SEC Investigation: We missed Madoff.

    Ya think?

    Fun With Clips

    The folks over at The Huffington Post compiled a collection of the thirteen funniest local news stories that I highly recommend for anyone looking to waste ten minutes or so for some good laughs.  Most of the clips are great, but I’ve taken the liberty of picking two of my favorites to share with you below:

    My favorite quote from the above: “This is what the bear probably looked like…only real.”  I can’t decide whether the guy who put this story together was serious or having lots of sarcastic fun.  That’s the unintentional beauty of local news, I suppose.

    Then there’s this kid, whose awkwardness was rewarded with a cottage industry of sorts springing up across the Internet.

    Another site – buzzfeed.com – put together the top ten reasons why advertisers should boycott Glenn Beck (who is apparently losing sponsors left and right for his zany on-air antics).  As you can imagine, their list is a pretty rich one.  What a putz.

    Some Media-Inspired Quick Hits

    1. Greg Gutfeld of Red Eye commented on a recent show that Nancy Pelosi is the physical embodiment of nails on a chalkboard.  Hehe.  That was good.

    2. Those commercials for Brinks Security (now called Broadview) are terrible.  I see them all the time when I’m tuned into MSNBC or Fox News.  They show some shady guy with a hoodie (cliche, I know) looking all menacing as he watches some defenseless woman in her house.  In each rendition of the commercial, the woman is either: 1) arriving home from a date; 2) jogging on a treadmill in front of a huge living room window; or 3) arriving home from the grocery store with her daughter.  In each case, the burglar – whom we can only assume is a complete moron – waits until the woman is settled safely inside before deciding to – in broad daylight, mind you – smash in the front door.  Of course, the assailant is scared away by the alarm that is blaring in the background (which makes for highly annoying television), and the woman is afforded plenty of time to answer the security service’s phone call as the burglar flees.  I’m no criminal mastermind, but were I to decide to break into someone’s house, I’d probably not do it during the day…and I certianly wouldn’t do it just after the owners got home.  I’d probably want to wait until they were gone.  And if they were home, I’d probably try to do it when they were asleep, and not when they’re wide awake and alert.  Again, I’m just sayin’.  Being a stickler for details, I prefer my scaremongering to be at least remotely realistic.

    3. Rachel Maddow sometimes has her friend and “pop culturalist”, Kent Jones, on for a two-minute segment called Just Enough.  Apparently, this guy is supposed to be funny, a concept which I find, ironically enough, humorous.  Jones is in fact not funny in the slightest.  He joins Dane Cook as among the least funny people in pop culture today getting paid to be exactly what they aren’t.  And listening to Maddow giggle like a schoolgirl at his totally lame attempts at humor makes me want to smash my head through a window.  As evidence, I give you exhibit A.

    4.  Not sure if anyone saw Meet The Press last week, but host David Gregory gave Lawrence Summers the business.  Tough, smart interview.  I’m liking Gregory and finding him a capable and thoughtful fill-in for the legendary Tim Russert.  And I continue to view Summers as one of the most boring and least interesting people on the planet.

    5.  The more I watch and listen to the various talking heads, the more enamored I become with the daydream that features a steel cage death match that pits Keith Olbermann, Rachel Maddow, Tom Hartman, Ed Schultz, Sean Penn, Bill Maher, and Janine Garofalo in one corner and Rush Limbaugh, Ann Coulter, Sean Hannity, Laura Ingraham, Mark Levine, Andrew Wilkow, and Glenn Beck in the other.  With the amount of vitriol and hate they send each other’s way, you’d think they’d welcome such an arrangement, so I say we go Darwinian on these fools and let them have at it.  My money would be on Ed Schultz to be the last man standing, being a former football player and all.  But watch out for Sean Penn.  He strikes me as just enough scrappy and crazy to pull off the upset.  (Note I purposely left Bill O’Reilly off the list because, though I find him to be a pompous prick, he does have an independent streak and is willing to go off the conservative script when he sees fit).

    6.  This is an exciting time of year.  The weather sucks, of course, but American football training camps are underway and the European football season is upon us.  This means we’ll get plenty of helpings from SI’s Peter King and the Times’ Rob Hughes, who recently told us about the distressing state of Argentine football, which finds itself in a state of bankruptcy that will result in its first missed season since 1893.  That is seriously, seriously sad.

    7.  Speaking of football (the American kind), Chris Mortensen’s training camp tour for ESPN is bothering the hell out of me.  Not only are his on-air reports mediocre at very best, but he spends an inordinate amount of time bragging about his pimped out bus.  That was cool the first time around; now he just comes off as a prick showing off his shiny new toy.

    8.  In case anyone is wondering how I have time to keep up with the media blitz highlighted above, you should note the following: 1) most of the talk shows are digested on my daily runs, which last anywhere between 45-60 minutes each; plus, I walk Hurley twice a day, which adds another solid 30-40 minutes of air time in total; 2) I watch Morning Joe each night as I blog; 3) I read three newspapers each day, including the FT, the International Herald Tribune and the Wall Street Journal (I read the financial ones in the morning and the IHT at lunch); and 4) I usually watch some shows via Slingbox each day at the office; I don’t actually watch the shows but I’ve got them on and pick up things here and there (I’m one of those people who constantly needs background noise in order to function, so there’s always something going on).  Just so you know.

    Here And There

    1. Gary Oldman let slip the news that Batman 3 is due to begin filming next year.  Please, please be true.

    2.  Damn you, Chris Cooley.  Damn you!

    3.  First Tony Romo & Jessica Simpson, now Reggie Bush & Kim Kardashian.  Not sure what to make of all this, but I don’t like it.  Don’t like it one bit.

    4.  Atta boy, Brett.  String the Vikings and their fans along for way too long only to pull the plug days before camp starts.  All while nobody outside of Minneapolis wanted to see you back anyway.  Reputation tarnished.  Sorry, Coley.

    5.  Great piece by the Times‘ Maureen Dowd on the quality gulf that has emerged between Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton.  Spot on.

    6.  ESPN’s Rick Reilly recently called Tiger out for his childish ways.  Now that he brings it up, I totally see it.  Tiger does pout way too much.

    7.  I didn’t like it at first, but on the recommendation of a friend I stuck with HBO’s Eastbound & Down and am happy I did.  It grows on you.  And it’s the kind of show that gets better with multiple viewings a la Anchorman.

    8.  The Onion recently ran a smart thrashing of Dane Cook’s lameness that had me nodding and laughing throughout.  Cook might be the least funny successful comedian of all time.  Kind of like how Bill Simmons calls Dwight Howard the worst great player in the NBA.

    RIP Portfolio

    In a sad though not entirely shocking development, Condé Nast Portfolio is being shuttered.  For newsies like me, particularly those of us of the financial persuasion, this is a disappointing development.  I was a frequent visitor to the magazine’s website and the few hardcopies I got my hands on were, in my view, very well done.  I’d characterize the print edition as a combination of GQ, The Economist and Vanity Fair.  In other words, it was right up my alley

    Oh well.  I guess this is what you get when you launch a $100 million publication into the teeth of a full-blown recession that causes ad spending to go the way of housing prices.  At least some solace can be found in the fact that Michael Lewis wrote what was arguably the magazine’s best piece, and since he doesn’t lack for platforms we’ll still hear plenty from him.

    The Ruminations Of Rush

    Vanity Fair put together a fun rundown of Rush Limbaugh’s ten dumbest remarks.  They’re all doozies, but my favorite has to be this one:

    There is no conclusive proof that nicotine’s addictive… And the same thing with cigarettes causing emphysema, lung cancer, heart disease.

    Or this statement he made to a black caller:

    Take that bone out of your nose and call me back.

    It’s amazing this guy is able to command millions of dollars to spew such nonsense.

    Stanley Crouch On Mos Def

    Stanley Crouch over at The Daily Beast took on the Mos Def disaster that I addressed in a previous post.  While his piece overall is a touch overdone (he seems to try way too hard to make his writing highbrow), I’m heartened by the fact that an accomplished observer like Crouch has taken notice of Mos Def (real name Dante Terrell Smith) and his utter ridiculousness.

    Just a few weeks ago, Smith appeared on Real Time with Salman Rushdie and Christopher Hitchens, but his pretentious “brother from the projects” act did not go over well. His supposed courage to “express an unpopular opinion” was taken by Hitchens as an insult to the common intellectual knowledge that anyone should have about big issues in the contemporary world. Unlike those white Americans who have presented black illogic as a form of popular entertainment since the days of Malcolm X and Eldridge Cleaver, Hitchens was not having it and challenged Smith to back up his purported opinions. This is something the British are much better at than their American counterparts. Stuck in his act, Smith wavered forward, sinking with every syllable he uttered. That’s how it goes: When the right white people are encountered, contrived ethnic authenticity doesn’t cut it.

    Lacking Grace

    On her show the other night, CNN’s Nancy Grace spent a couple minutes patting herself on the back for buying 100 boxes of Girl Scout cookies that were destined for our soldiers overseas.

    Now, I certainly don’t mean to belittle anyone’s efforts at charity.  Especially these days, when giving is on such steep decline given the economic environment.  However, I don’t understand why Grace would bother with all the theatrics.  By publicizing the donation, her motivations would appear more self-serving than anything else.  If all she wanted to do was give these girls and their wonderful cause some publicity, why not just let them come on and explain what they’re doing?  Of course, she could still grab some of the goodwill she’s looking for by saying at the end that she and CNN have purchased some cookies to support the cause without giving us the details.  Instead, she makes a big show of handing one of those massive cardboard checks over to the girls that indicates she’s buying 100 boxes from them.  Just so you know, Girl Scout cookies range in price from $2.50 – $4.00 per box.  So at an average price of $3.25, we can guesstimate that Grace just ponied up a whopping $325.  Not only does she come off as self-serving in attempting to steal the spotlight, Grace also leaves the impression that she’s a bit of a cheapskate.

    Again, I applaud the cause but the execution was totally botched.  Or maybe I’m just being too hard on Grace since I find her so incredibly annoying.  With that, I’ll leave you with a couple goodies from the Nancy Grace video vault.  Enjoy!

    Huffington Post, Fox Nation And Media Bias

    The brain trust over at Fox News, hellbent on bringing their warped version of fairness and balance to the web’s news aggregation sites/blogosphere, has created a new site called The Fox Nation.  It’s clearly designed to counter the ultra liberal Huffington Post, a goal with which I have absolutely no problem.  I do take issue, however, with the ludicrous notion that anything Fox News does could be even remotely considered fair or balanced.  Maybe the net effect of the company’s efforts provides some sort of balance – that’s what happens when one extreme (e.g. NBC) is combined with another from the completely opposite end of the spectrum (e.g. Fox News) – but nothing about Fox makes its slogan genuine in the slightest.  Again, I appreciate the fact that we’ve got a conservative voice in the media with the likes of Fox and the Wall Street Journal.  I really, really do.  Just don’t insult our intelligence by holding yourself up as a bastion of fairness.   It’s simply unbecoming.

    On the topic of media bias, I thought it would be fun to compare the front pages of both Huffington Post and Fox Nation so I could see how each site allows its biases to color the headlines.  Naturally, HuffPo had plenty of headlines and blog posts praising all things green energy, Obama, and NBC.  And, equally unsurprising, Fox Nation was riddled with headlines against Obama, led by a big photo of Newt Gingrich with the headline “U.S. at greater risk under Obama”.  Not wanting to abandon the traditional conservative playbook, at the very top was a lead for an article called “God is back!”.  First rule of business – know your customer!

    Believe it or not, HuffPo’s lead titles had a rather official feel to them, actually taking on the form of proper reportage.  There were even – dare I say – glimmers of balance, with multiple posters (including Arianna Huffington herself) actually complaining about certain of Obama’s policies.  The overall tone, though, was generally positive.  Not too much disparaging of the “other” side, at least not judging by the various titles.  To be fair, there’s plenty of anti-conservative vitriol to be found on HuffPo if one looks close enough (just read a post or two from Bob Cesca).  But I generally found the site to be rather benign, at least in a superficial sense.

    Fox Nation, on the other hand, came out guns a blazing with plenty of scaremongering.  Attack! Attack! Attack!  Here are some wonderful examples of their belligerent headlines, in addition to the Newt one above:

    • Krauthammer body slams Obama!
    • Hannity: Obama imitating Dixie Chicks
    • Dick Morris says Obama repealed the Declaration of Independence
    • New Yorkers turn against Gov. Paterson
    • Obama won’t call genocide, genocide
    • Notre Dame students hold Obama protests
    • Newsweek shows it anti-religion bias – again
    • Atheists attack Mark Twain church funding
    • Chris Matthews continues to embarrass

    Now let’s look at how differently the two sites linked to a London Times interview with Bob Dylan.  In it, Dylan speaks quite favorably of Obama, saying the man’s life story reads like a Hollywood script.   So here’s the title of the HuffPo link:  “Bob Dylan on Obama: He’s like a fictional character”.  Sounds about right.  Of course, it’s easier to do that when the tone of the article fits perfectly with one’s agenda, but the bottom line is they got it right.  Fox Nation, on the other hand, was incredibly misleading with its title:  “Bob Dylan: Obama says outrageous things”.  Here’s the exchange that includes Dylan’s reference to Obama saying outrageous things:

    Times: What else did you find compelling about [Obama]?

    Dylan: Well, mainly his take on things. His writing style hits you on more than one level. It makes you feel and think at the same time and that is hard to do. He says profoundly outrageous things. He’s looking at a shrunken head inside of a glass case in some museum with a bunch of other people and he’s wondering if any of these people realize that they could be looking at one of their ancestors.

    Talk about taking something out of context!  The Fox Nation lead totally betrayed the actual tone of the article, no doubt a ruse designed to bank on the fact that most people will limit their exposure to the story to just that one headline.  There’s nothing fair and balanced about that at all.  That’s just downright misleading.

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