Wednesday October 07, 2015
June 25th, 2015
After a quarter-century of buzz over global warming, the climate talkers are at it again, doing whatever it is they do. Visitors to the next big climate change summit, in an act of glorious irony, will pack Paris-bound jets flown by Air France — one of the meeting’s big corporate sponsors with deep ties to fossil fuels.
One of the biggest questions of the day is: Why do the rich keep getting richer and the middle class keep getting poorer?
This also ranks as the dumbest question of the day, week, month, or year. To anyone who’s been paying attention, it’s obvious why economic inequality in our land is growing:
That’s what we asked for.
An exclamation point is a handy thing. Its very presence demands attention and, if properly deployed, can convey excitement, surprise, wonderment, even outrage.
Meet Malachi, a charming toddler I met here.
The first puzzle was that Malachi, at the age of 2 years and 4 months, still doesn't speak. He says only two words: "no" and "ouch." He doesn't say "mom" or "dad."
That leads to the second puzzle: Where are his mom and dad?
In 2008 Democratic Senator Dianne Feinstein declared: “There are parts of government that can be run like a business and should be run like a business.”
For the first time, the Senate had voted to privatize the restaurants and other food services on the Hill. Sure enough, those dining spots now turn a profit, because they’re being “run like a business” — specifically a business like McDonald’s.
Economically speaking, all 237 GOP presidential candidates are selling the same Magic Beans.
Everybody knows the script. Tax cuts for wealthy "job creators" bring widespread prosperity. Top off Scrooge McDuck's bullion pool, and the benefits flow outward to everybody else. The economy surges, budget deficits melt away, and the song of the turtledove will be heard in the land.
Our cup runneth over with all the Republican candidates. Worst yet, not a one has anything to offer to progressives, not even those who once allowed a bit of true-self to creep in. Right now - pun intended - it is how far can one go to appease the Tea Partiers. Although that name might not be quite so much in the forefront as it once was, we can still be assured that an extremist by any other name is still an extremist. The right wing is controlling the party in one way or another.
I’ve gotten a lot of unwelcome mail from the feds these last few years, like a copy of my indictment for blowing the whistle on the CIA’s torture program. But this latest delivery was something altogether new.
Having had my say about Jeb Bush I had expected to drop the subject but that is not to be. The more I know about the man the worse it gets. I once had the feeling that at times he showed a slight inclination toward progressiveness. I was wrong, as in knowing what I know now.
Perhaps we African-Americans should feel flattered that Rachel Dolezal wanted so desperately to be one of us.
Or maybe we should feel insulted, as some of her critics say, by her demonstration of white privilege even as she boldly lived a life of opposition to it.