Words can't capture the absurdity of these times, so I'm giving you this picture of Napoleon Dynamite on a horse.
Prodigal's Chair has been in hibernation, but it's spring, and I'm not teaching (not really, though I'm trying) and COVID-19 is wrecking everything so I'm coming out of my digital cave. Not everyone will appreciate what I have to write. I may be accused of the pulling a Wonder Woman. "Why," people will ask, "do you think anyone should be interested in what you have to say right now?! People are dying!" And it's true. On the whole, I'm in great shape. I'm healthy, as are the people I care about. I am still receiving a paycheck. I have toilet paper.
Blogging right now sorta smacks of hubris. Imagine...
But I miss people. I miss my students. I miss the colleagues I work and laugh with every day. So this is an effort to reach out. To stretch my legs. In the interest of social-distancing, I'll not be writing a targeted, arrow of an essay that reaches some sort of profoundly sharp and cutting point, and in deference to the times, I'll not be taking submissions for a "Virus Issue." This will be more like the ambling walks I've been taking lately, dictated by what's around, with a few tentative steps in the street to preserve an invisible moat the virus (hopefully) can't cross. This will be casual, yet pleasant, depending on the weather.
The etiquette of walks is changing. I read a post on social media by someone who was upset with a jogger who passed them from behind. He ran too close too suddenly. He should have worn a bell, the post said, or maybe carried a bike horn. In this viral age, walkers are birds, and joggers are dangerous cats. I get annoyed with couples who think it's okay to walk side by side, even when someone else is approaching from the opposite direction. Why should I have to push out an extra three feet into traffic because you bitches can't stroll front to back for a few heartbeats? It's not like I'm asking you to get divorced. Mostly, though, people are friendlier. They wave heartily and wear big smiles, whereas you'd only get a slight nod before. It's as if they're wanting to let you know that their move across the street when they see you coming isn't personal. I'll be a little deflated when things get back to normal.
There's fear on my walks, now. There's fear everywhere, though, punctuated by the absurd. In fact, for me this pandemic is mostly about absurdity. We get a daily dose of it every time the President opens his mouth, as this ad Mr. Trump is trying to silence points out:
That's absurdity on a national scale, but the absurd, like politics, is ultimately local. It's absurd that schools are closed until May 4th in Massachusetts, where I live and work. It's absurd that people are hoarding toilet paper, as if two-ply will protect you from the virus (I said I have toilet paper, I didn't say I hoarded it). It's absurd that my mayor is asking people to stagger shopping days based on which ward they live in (my day is Friday, if you're curious). It's absurd that chilly beaches north of Boston have to be closed while sun-soaked beaches in South Florida weren't.
Then again, maybe "absurd" isn't really the right word -- for Trump's response, yes -- but not for the other things I've described. These things would definitely be absurd under normal circumstances, but things are not normal. The absurd has become both reasonable and required, in many cases, in order to protect and preserve people's health and the common good. It's a duality Shakespeare would love because "fair is foul, and foul is fair."
In case I've confused you, here's another benchmark for absurdity: Little Darlings, a strip club in my home town of Las Vegas, is staying open. How does one social distance at a strip club? Does the giver or the receiver of the lap dance wear the hazmat suit? Only in Vegas could one get a drive-up peep show featuring hand-sanitizer wrestling.
So here's a quiz: Which of the following is not an example of the "absurd"?
Let's turn the corner. Does everyone else spend most of their time thinking about what other people are doing to fill theirs? It seems like it based on social media. On Facebook people want to know how many places their friends have visited (I've been to more than some, less than others). They want to know if you've seen a band live for every letter of the alphabet (Nope! I'm short E, of all letters, and Q, X, and Z). They want to know if you're good at math (the answer is 30). These are exchanges that require give and take; and, like Zoom meetings, they have become more common place that speaking face-to-face. I'm also curious about which song was number one on your 12th birthday, but I think about other things, too.
I think about my former students who were freshmen when I started my current job and have seen their senior year disrupted and potentially cut short. I hope they know that, regardless of how the rest of their year goes, COVID-19 cannot diminish what they've accomplished.
I hope the restaurants and the other small businesses in my community that have been figuratively infected by the coronavirus can survive. I want them to know that I'll be there when they reopen.
I miss sports. Liverpool was just two wins away from lifting the Premier League trophy, and March was still mad, but for reasons most of us never saw coming. There will be no Olympics this summer, and maybe no baseball.
It sucks that bands I've been looking forward to seeing have had to reschedule their shows or have canceled them outright. I hope these small, indie artists like Caroline Rose, the Michigan Rattlers, and Hinds can survive until they can tour again.
I hope Nashville rises, knowing that the town was reeling from deadly tornadoes before the pandemic hit.
I think about my daughter.
I want everyone to stay safe and alive.
Those are my words; my thoughts. I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be. But there they are.
What are you thinking about?
If you're interested in sharing, email me. Let's get through this together.
I started Prodigal's Chair with a few goals in mind. I wanted to write, and to find an outlet for my output, but more importantly, I wanted to create a space. As many of the pieces I've placed in these pages indicate, my life was shaped by my participation in and eventual break from a fundamentalist Christian church during my teenage years. With PC, I wanted to take the best of what that experience offered me -- acceptance, a chance to grow and feel loved for who you are -- without the strings that are attached to that kind of "freedom." I wanted to let people of all points of view and experience have their voices heard on a broad range of abstract and concrete topics.
And for a while, I fucking killed it. I won't bullet point the ways; anyone who's interested can look at the "PAST ISSUES" section to see who's been represented and what's been accomplished. PC has managed to bring together a fairly disparate group of peoples -- some writers, many not.
I am very proud of that.
But it's been a one man show, I do all of the artwork, editing, layout, etc., and to do PC right means giving it more time and attention than I currently can. For those who don't know me up close and personal-like, I'm a public school teacher who has headed back to grad school for more punishment. And I want my wife to see me from time to time, too.
So I'll be pushing in my chair for a bit. Prodigal's Chair is not ending outright, nor is it going completely dark. But you won't see any new issues for a while. There will be a few dispatches from time to time as the spirit moves, and when that happens I'll let you know through all of the usual channels.
For this Valentine’s Day my wife and I got my fourteen-year old daughter a pair of hot pink patent leather Doc Marten boots I found at a local thrift store, the Pretty in Pink soundtrack in 180 gram pink vinyl, a black David Bowie “Starman” t-shirt with pink and blue accents, and some pink-foil wrapped dark chocolate hearts. In Parkland, Florida, the students and staff of Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School and their families got something else.
I’m sure Valentine’s Day will mean something drastically different for the MSD community from now on in ways that I can’t fully imagine. But as these students and their families work their way towards some new normalcy, they are simultaneously leading their childish elected officials kicking and screaming towards a more reasonable, responsible relationship with guns in America. Teenagers who huddled behind desks and hid in closets are standing up in the name of the seventeen students and staff who won’t be around next Valentine’s Day, and they’re challenging perceptions about what their Tide Pod eating generation is capable of.
That these kids are more resolute and reliable than the people their parents elected to lead them was painfully clear to anyone who saw the Florida legislature refuse to open a gun measure up for a floor debate shortly after the shooting. Yet on that same day - with many MSD students in the gallery - they defined pornography as a public health risk. Regardless of your opinion on pornography, as a teacher, I can tell you that I’ve never worked at, nor have I heard of, any school being locked down because someone brought a Hustler into the building.
The brilliance of the MSD students and the movement they’ve started is that they’re doing something the adults in this country - on both the left and the right - have never really been able to do. In the wake of unspeakable tragedy, they are turning thoughts and prayers into action. They are finally, and effectively bringing change to bear in an area people from other countries have long looked askance at: America’s willingness to tolerate a culture where citizens are cut down by gunfire. And it’s working.
Three weeks after the shooting, those Florida lawmakers finally did take up the issue, passing a 400 million dollar gun control and school safety bill in the face of NRA opposition. The measure does little to reduce the number of guns available in the state (It does not ban assault weapons or high-capacity magazines, nor does it strengthen background checks - which even a vast majority of gun owners want), at least those legislators were willing to try, unlike many of their peers in other states and at the federal level. And how could they not, after facing the passionate advocacy of a group of Floridians who, for the most part, are too young to vote them out?
Valentine told me who's to go
When I look at my quirky daughter, who loves David Bowie and vintage clothes, I see a lot of the promise currently being fulfilled by her peers in Florida. As she and I exchanged texts about the shooting, which was close to where her step-cousins go to school, we wondered if the shooter was somehow inspired by the David Bowie song quoted above. Bowie, who had quietly made America his home during the last few decades of his life, used songs like “Valentine’s Day” to take a critical look at his adopted country. While a dubious website called Illuminati Watcher claims that “Valentine’s Day” is an example of the predictive programming the mythical secret society uses to subliminally control people (because the only thing more American than guns are conspiracy theories, right?), I don’t see how a song critical of American gun culture could have that effect. Furthermore, if Nikolas Cruz was inspired by Bowie’s song, investigators have yet to reveal it.
So while many people have pointed out the eerie similarities between “Valentine’s Day” and the Parkland shooting, a more welcome connection has been made to the MSD students and the second verse of one of Bowie’s better known songs, 1972’s “Changes”:
And these children that you spit on
These children are painfully aware of what they went - and are still going through. That’s why they are so resolute even as the adults they challenge remain married to the status quo, or display the kind of waffling exhibited by President Pancake, who slaps the NRA across the face with one hand while giving them a friendly pat on the ass with the other. If Trump’s tariffs on steel and aluminum make guns more expensive, and therefore harder to get, then I say, by all means, proceed, sir.
That’s because the problem really is guns, (along with the fact that many people have come to view the Second Amendment with such idolatry that they are blind to reason and data), despite our desire to blame other objects and issues. True, the United States routinely ranks last in mental health care when compared to other developed nations; but, if all things were equal, we would still have to worry about keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of the mentally ill because there are so many guns available for them to get their hands on. Yet, we’d rather make sure that future Dylan Roofs can’t amass a cache of Penthouse magazines while still ensuring the availability of high-capacity magazines. Better to demonize the mentally ill as evil monsters for legally acquiring and using weapons like AR-15 rifles in the manner in which they were designed (for creating mass-casualties cleanly and with ease) than to call their weapon of choice what it is: a killing machine that should have no place in homes or on store shelves.
Then there are those who say the answer can be found in “hardening” our schools. This means doing a better job of controlling ingress and egress points, installing metal detectors, and - unbelievably to me - arming teachers and other school employees. An acquaintance on Facebook touted this last measure, writing something to the effect that since teachers are already thoroughly vetted, highly trained individuals with a vested interest in the welfare of their students. preparing them to go all Bruce Willis on a shooter is the way to go. The Florida Legislature partially endorsed this view by including 67 million dollars to arm certain school employees - but not teachers - willing to carry firearms in school (so be nice to the lunch lady, kids). But, getting back to Bowie, that’s like putting out a fire with gasoline. It makes no sense to tackle the gun problem by adding more guns to the equation. Nor is it wise to make schools structurally equivalent to prisons.
Much of this comes down to the fact that many of our politicians do a better job of respecting the whims of special interest groups than they do at enacting the will of their constituents. Nowhere was the power of the National Rifle Association more evident than in Georgia, where legislators killed a 40-million dollar tax break on jet fuel for Delta Airlines after the company responded to MSD students by ending its discount program for the NRA. Delta is the largest private employer in the state, yet Republican Lt. Gov. / gubernatorial candidate Casey Cagle promised that, if elected, he would kill any tax break for Delta unless the company fully reinstates its relationship with the NRA. USA Today has since revealed that only thirteen NRA members have ever used this discount (JUST THIRTEEN!). Yet Cagle and other Georgia politicians are willing to leverage it against the economic well-being of the 33,000 Georgians Delta employs. It’s pretty clear who politicians in Georgia really represent.
So here we are, at a crossroads yet again (see Columbine, Virginia Tech, Newtown, Aurora, Las Vegas). But this time it’s different. The children in Parkland have turned to face what makes America seem so strange to the rest of the world, and they’re doing it with the kind of grit and resolve that some adults find infuriating and that I - and many others - find marvelously inspiring. Next year, I’ll gather more gifts for the people I love while many of the people in Parkland will struggle to reconcile what happened on February 14, 2018 with what Valentine’s Day looks like for everyone else. But today, MSD students aren’t thinking about carnations and candy. They are continuing to challenge officials (both elected and appointed), and they’re mobilizing. On March 24th, I plan on standing with them in my community, at the March for Our Lives in Boston, so that in the future, the phrases “gun control” and “school safety” never have to share the same space again.
To find a March for Our Lives event near you, click HERE.
Two-thousand, two hundred and forty-six dollars.
That’s how much the man sitting next to me at the Immigration Forum had in his Citibank account. I know this, not because I’m a stalker (I’m nowhere near that stealthy) but because this guy was a careless, close-phone-holder.
And he was short.
Plus, he slouched.
All these factors, meant that it only took a slight left turn of my head – which happened often as I sought to give the forum’s speakers my attention – to see what drew close-phone-holder’s attention to his phablet and away from the forum.
In addition to his bank balance (which he checked at least a dozen times over the course of the two hour meeting), there was the text to an associate about how enjoyable drinks were at B-Dubs, queries about what older men should wear to clubs in Vegas, and a search for Miracle Ear hearing aids – which made sense given all of the “Huh?”s and “What?”s he loudly sent his son’s way during the forum.
Or maybe this man, who had the appearance of a just stopping off for a gallon of milk after a long day at the office – tailored shirt unbuttoned at the collar, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up – had no intention of listening in the first place? This became clear to me as the meeting went on. No, he was here to support his boy, who was the more disrespectfully engaged of the two, and to check his phone.
Junior, who appeared to be in his early twenties, beat-boxed his way through the meeting, scoffing and grunting at any mention of immigration’s historic role in weaving together the fabric of his community. His disapproving whispers scratch-scratch-scratched against the backbeat of the panelist’s comments, dismissing each person’s claims before they were finished making them.
Remember, I could see everything that danced across the screen of close-phone-holder’s phablet, including the texts his son was so feverishly sending him between gasps and guffaws. If these missives were to be believed, then junior knew more about the law than the chief of police AND the city’s solicitor. He knew more about immigration’s impact on the community than a professor who made the subject his specialty at the local university. The minister whose congregation dealt with immigrants on a daily basis? Useless, as was the vastly unqualified school district official. And – surely – this young man’s perspective as a lifelong city resident and ‘Murican citizen was more cogent to the conversation than a fellow resident’s who – while also a U.S. citizen – was not BORN here. When dad validated this claim with the assertion that junior had the wrong skin color, I snapped.
I turned towards father and son and, in my angriest, most condescending whisper, told them that I could see everything on dad’s screen. Why, I demanded, was he looking at his bank account so often?! No, showing off a little chest hair was NOT a good look for ANYONE, let alone someone his age; and – most importantly – can you hear me okay, because I’m trying to tell you how rude and disrespectful you are?
I had my say and I left my seat to take a walk.
Out in the hall, away from my wife, the crowd, one of my bosses who shared the stage, and those two trolls whose behavior so incensed me, I did what most people would do: I took out my phone, opened my search engine, and I started to Hyde. I knew junior’s name – it was on the screen right in front of me for more than half the meeting – and my joints popped and swelled as my now knobby fingers ran across my phone.
I trolled them. Blatantly.
I learned that junior survived a childhood illness that required two organ transplants. I discovered that as a teenager he had been arrested for driving around town and shooting kids with a pellet gun. Dad, on the other hand, was a local business owner. You could find his commercials, touting his years of dedication and service to the community he called home, online, his outsized personality filling the screen. How, I wondered, would he treat the woman he and his son mocked from behind their phones if she were to ever walk into his office looking for car insurance?
I learned that they had relatively open social media profiles, and I was tempted to call them out in a Facebook post – to challenge any of my friends who may have business with dad’s company to rethink who they paid their premiums to.
I looked around some more.
Despite their behavior at the forum, both father and son seemed relatively apolitical online. Junior's posts were typical for a college student who was looking to define himself by who he wanted to become as opposed to who he had been in high school. Look! I'm witty and ironic. I read things. I'm not the village idiot. I imagine my profile would've looked the same had Facebook been (ahem) around when I started college.
Dad's page reflected an older man's desire to embrace technology in a way that told the rest of the world, "No, I'm not too old for this!” He had many pictures, a few memes, and some general, emoji free status updates, with the occasional awkward accidental "message" that was really meant for one person and not his public wall. I saw no evidence online of the people they were sitting next to me. They had a lot friends. Tons of family. They seemed decent. They were loved.
I put my phone to sleep and went back to my seat. I was still mad, but not just at them. There was a bit of a stink on me. How do you reconcile and confront the shit that people do without becoming shitty yourself? This question followed me back to my seat.
The rest of the meeting was quiet, but I still had trouble staying focused on the speakers. When things drew to a close, a woman sitting in front of us – who wore the trappings of a Buddhist and had obviously heard the earlier commotion – turned to junior with a warm, radiant smile and asked, “Did you get your questions answered?” Dad was already moving to leave, but junior paused, stopped cold, really. He wasn’t expecting this. As my wife and I got up to leave, he and the Buddhist were talking politely.
In the years to follow, history books will be very kind to President Barack Obama. The 44th President brought to the Oval Office an intellectualism seldom demonstrated in modern national politics. He will be remembered as one of a handful of United States Presidents considered among the very best
Obama’s skilled oration, talent for consensus building among colleagues in and out of the Beltway, ability to foster relationships and collaboration with world leaders, and his steady-handed temperament coupled with an unwavering message of hope, all demonstrate the statesman like stature of this great legal scholar of constitutional law.
President Barak Obama has also always carried himself publicly as nothing short of a true gentleman--a hugely important attribute of any man by any measure. The integrity and gentlemanly demeanor displayed by President Obama throughout the course of his two terms in the White House is something to which any kid, or any adult, would be wise to aspire, and in that, the President served as a role model to the world, as it should be.
This of course all contrasts miserably with the president elect who ran a campaign devoid of integrity and lack of gentlemanly behavior; full of lies, attacks, bullying, racist and sexist remarks, and a candid admission of how he sexually assaults women--by popping a couple of Tic Tacs before forcing kisses on them, and by grabbing them by their genitals. The lack of basic decency, of second grade ethics, had the nation’s head spinning.
As the second term of President Obama draws to a close, we should be celebrating our national gains and preparing to further build upon the grand foundation which the President has laid down over the course of the last eight extraordinary years. Instead, as a result of the unprecedented events on November 8, the majority of Americans are now bracing hard against the raging winds of intolerance and hard line fear-mongering blowing in from the Alt Right.
Make no mistake, it will be a hard and long fought upcoming four years for those of us seeking to secure social justice and civil rights for all Americans. The president elect has done an excellent job selecting advisors and filling cabinet positions to assure the trappings of justice for ourselves and our posterity are in clear and present danger. There has been and will continue to be plenty of time to look forward, to take on dangerous radical right policies head on and push an agenda of tolerance and sensibility. Indeed, it will be necessary and urgent.
As one remarkable year ends, and another begins, let us take a moment away from the struggle to come, and take a look back. President Obama, our absolute best president in recent history, left us with more than his legacy. He left us with a blueprint, some of the highlights of which will be illustrated below. It is horrifyingly certain the president elect has every intention to shred almost every aspect of said blueprint, and that, dear reader, is why it is so very important we remain familiar with the achievements of President Obama, so we can advocate on behalf of these progressive solutions to our problems at a time when our lawmakers are pushing back against common sense, common decency, moderation, and tolerance.
In no particular order, let us take a look at a smattering of President Obama’s crowing achievements.
NOBEL PEACE PRIZE WINNER
In 2009 the Norwegian Nobel Committee conferred upon President Obama the Nobel Prize for Peace for his work leading to the decrease of nuclear weapons worldwide, while simultaneously improving human rights across the globe leading to a safer, more socially responsible and environmentally friendly world.
An excerpt from the Norwegian Nobel Committee praises the President for his global peace initiatives: “ The vision of a world free from nuclear arms has powerfully stimulated disarmament and arms control negotiations. Thanks to Obama's initiative, the USA is now playing a more constructive role in meeting the great climatic challenges the world is confronting. Democracy and human rights are to be strengthened. Only very rarely has a person to the same extent as Obama captured the world's attention and given its people hope for a better future.”
CAPTAINED THE US OUT OF THE GREAT RECESSION
President Obama inherited the worst economic downturn since the Great Depression and responded with a stimulus plan which was swift and effective. In the last six years of the President’s tenure in the Oval Office, over 14 million private sector jobs were created by the stimulus. In fact, when Mitt Romney ran against and lost to then first-term President Obama in 2012, he promised America the Romney economic plan would reduce unemployment down to 6% by the end of his term. Romney lost, and now, closing out the second of Obama’s terms, unemployment sits at 5%, significantly better than the promise of the republican Romney, founder of Bain Capital. If there is one negative note to be found in our economy currently, its the sluggish nature of wages themselves. Unemployment is way down, but wages have not risen sharply. The movement was in the right direction, and strong, and a Clinton Administration could have furthered the work priming the conditions for wages to rise. Its important to note the republican dominated senate blocked Obama countless times on important legislation designed to stimulate wages via investments in green technologies which are high tech and high pay jobs. The GOP also blocked initiatives to raise the national minimum wage, while at the same time favoring tax breaks targeting the upper ten percent of wage earners in the United States.
The President made good on his promise from the campaign trail in 2008 to bring legislation allowing universal health care for any citizen in need of coverage. Millions of Americans are now fully insured, and are so despite pre existing conditions, which, due to out of reach prices of privatized insurance, would have excluded millions from medical care coverage, and the fallout of that would have been overall greater for the nation. The Affordable Care Act has been especially helpful providing coverage for millions of women, babies and young children. Not without some flaws, the Affordable Care Act is in need of some fine tuning. That it was landmark legislation, however, is unchallenged, and the care it has afforded millions who would have gone (maybe broke) without insurance the opportunity for good coverage at reasonable cost. The President Elect and every other republican candidate for president promised to “repeal and replace Obamacare”. Doing so would be foolhardy and shortsighted, not to mention heartless. The President Elect and his henchmen would be better served by tweaking the system mildly and shoring up any weak areas... but to throw the baby out with the bathwater is just bad policy.
MADE FIGHTING CLIMATE CHANGE POLICY
Barack Obama’s work securing newly implemented automobile efficiency regulations has led the industry to vehicles which burn less fuel and lowers harmful emissions. Similarly, Obama stimulated new regulations regarding power plant emissions. Output from stacks are now typically scrubbed internally or reduced by volume, the result being an overall decrease in carbon and other atmosphere destroying gasses. Despite initial republican push back, both of these changes are generally lauded as progressive and proactive.
The United States’ participation in the Paris Agreement, signed by President Obama, links our nation to most of the world in effort to reduce bulk emissions across the globe. Signed by more than two hundred nations, the Paris Agreement is a landmark accord, entered into agreement by almost every nation on the face of the earth. Many environmentalists and climatologists believe the Paris Agreement is not strong enough, but certainly agree it is an aggressive start to addressing a problem which is out of control already, and threatens the next generation and all to follow in an immediate and profound way.
It is worthy of note the republicans fought Obama tooth and nail on the U.S. entering into the Paris Agreement. The president elect has threatened to pull out of the Agreement. He has also gone on record as stating climate change, otherwise known as global warming, is a hoax perpetuated by the Chinese. President Obama embraced the science surrounding climate change, and agreed upon by the sweeping majority within the scientific community, and moved boldly in a collaborative effort with almost every nation on earth to take a smart step towards slowing the human caused heating of the globe.
ENDED THE WAR IN IRAQ
Campaigning in 2008, President Obama promised to bring an end to Bush’s catastrophic war in Iraq, and bring Americans home. He was quite successful on that point, and most now view initiating the war in Iraq to have been a grave mistake. The president elect famously supported the Iraq War. Equally as famously, during the 2016 campaign in effort to distance himself from previously failed policy, the president elect lied stating he had been against the war. Regardless, it was President Obama who inherited the republican’s war, and who was able to turn it around and bring it to a close within a reasonable time period.
Anytime a ruling power is removed from a foreign government a power vacuum ensues, and it creates a dilemma for the leadership responsible for overthrowing the ruling party. The dilemma is whether it best to leave the nation at the end of the military action, or to stay and nation-build. Republicans would have fought the president had he selected to stay behind. Nation building means commitment of personnel and money for years and often decades. As a result of leaving Iraq, critics claim, obama was responsible for the vacuum allowing fringe terrorist groups, such as ISIS, to emerge. On this point it is important to remember it was George W. Bush and the republican power elite who went to war in Iraq, and did so without an exit strategy. When the war raged on the ground for a lot longer than what some thought would be a quick and surgically precise air war, it was fair to say the doo doo had hit the fan. If any one person is responsible for the emergence of ISIS it is George W. Bush for entangling the U.S. in a desperate attempt to improve his personal stature, while lacking the vision for the exit of American soldiers, and failing to consider what may have risen from the ashes he left in his wake.
President Obama made the absolute best of an awful situation he was handed on day one, brought an end to the Iraq War, and brought the troops home as he had campaigned to do, and as the voters in 2008 implored him to do at the ballot box.
RESCUED THE AUTO INDUSTRY
The American automobile industry, a staple source of American pride and employment for millions, had bottomed out and was about done. Obama turned the industry around with a bailout republicans lobbied hard to block. The bailout worked wonders for the industry, however, and more than 100,000 jobs have grown out of the once again thriving U.S. auto industry.
TOOK ON WALL STREET
The Dodd-Frank Wall Street Reform and Consumer Protection Act provides protections for everyday consumers and investors by shielding the general public from predatory practices. President Obama signed Dodd-Frank into law and in doing so continued to allow Wall Street the flexibility it needs to grow and thrive while providing protections for consumers, homeowners, investors, borrowers, and those managing their retirement accounts. The most widely lauded aspect of Dodd-Frank is the clampdown it places on unfair, high interest, predatory lending practices designed to inflate the pockets of capitalist fat cats, while cheating the general public and pushing all to many to the point of destitution. Dodd-Frank could be improved upon, as discussed by Bernie Sanders in the 2016 primaries, but to strike it down as the president elect has strongly suggested is to economically cripple our most vulnerable people while providing breaks to the upper 10%.
ELIMINATED BIN LADEN AND GADAFFI
Under the President, the United States took down America’s most wanted man, Osama Bin Ladin. No small feat, Bin Ladin, the mastermind behind the September 11th terrorist attacks, had stayed well hidden and protected in what was purportedly the mountains of Afghanistan. When his position moved to one which, although highly buffered, allowed a susceptibility, the President along with Secretary Hillary Clinton and others in the Situation Room of the White House gave the directive, and the Navy Seals were able to take him out. A crowning achievement by any measure, and one George W. Bush had not been able to attain, removing Osama Bin Ladin was the first step in breaking the backbone of the Al Queda terror organization. No U.S. lives were lost.
Also successful was an attempt to eliminate Libyan dictator Moammar Gaddafi who had a stranglehold on the nation and his corner of the Middle East. Gaddaffi, who exterminated his own people, posed a constant threat for 42 years and was a chief figure in promoting the instability of the region. President Obama’s logistical plan assured the removal of Moammar Gaddafi, also without loss of American life. In both of these instances, the President did what his republican predecessor desperately wanted to do but was unable to achieve despite a war hawkish mindset. Obama played it cool, used intelligence to his benefit, and played his hand when the time was right. Removing Osama Bin Ladin and Moammar Gaddafi were highly applauded achievements and necessary components to building a safer, and more stable world.
EXPANDED CIVIL PROTECTIONS FOR THE MOST VULNERABLE AMERICANS
In America we pride ourselves for supporting the underdog. President Obama signed into law the Hate Crimes Protection Act, despite blustery opposition from republicans in the Senate. The Act provides protections against acts of hate perpetuated against anyone on the basis of their sex, gender, faith, ethnicity, and orientation. The vice president elect, Mike Pence, had been a strong voice against the Act. Instead he has supported legislation which would allow people to discriminate against the LGBT community, and against transgender people, who are among the most at risk people in America. In America, full protections under the law for everyone is the American Way, not discriminatory, predatory laws allowing discrimination against groups in the minority of the U.S. demographic. Shame on those, who like vice president elect Mike Pence, would champion the cause of discrimination against anyone simply looking to live his or her life on his or her own terms. Great praise is due President Obama who spent his life before the Presidency, and his two terms in office, fighting the good fight on behalf of all Americans, not just those in the majority of the demographic. Signing the Hate Crimes Protection Act was a bold move in the right direction for all Americans who value freedom, justice, personal liberty, and of course, basic decency for all.
EXPANDED WILDERNESS PROTECTIONS
By signing into law the Public Lands Management Act of 2009, President Obama ensured over two million new acres of wilderness protection in the United States. The Act has also allowed for the construction for thousands of miles of trails, both nature trails and historic trails. In addition, the Public Lands Management Act ensures protections in place for over one thousand miles of river ways. In addition to securing wilderness protections, the newly protected forest, desert, and river provide buffers to watersheds, improving the quality of drinking water and increasing the overall health of the ecosystems of the nation.
POINTED A WAY OUT OF THE STUDENT DEBT CRISIS
Going to college is supposed to help you to make a living, not cost you a living. the student debt crisis is completely out of hand, a fact not lost on Bernie Sanders, who campaigned on the promise of a cost free college education for any student. By stimulating spending on Pell Grants, the President has assisted countless students make their financial way through college. Equally importantly, Obama is cognizant of the forces at play when students are priced out of an education, and the ramifications for students who are carrying loads of debt at high percentage rates which cannot be refinanced. President Barack Obama has been unable to achieve the visionary goal of Bernie Sanders, and cost free education to all, but has kicked down the door paving the way to better managing the student debt crisis.
MAINTAINED EIGHT YEARS OF INTEGRITY
President Barack Obama served longer than any president in decades without a scandal of any type, as measured by the word (or more precisely, lack of the word) “scandal” being attached to his name in any predominant newspaper. As stated before, the President is a gentleman and his honest, clean, and gentlemanly nature has kept his administration free from scandal in a way many of his predecessors cannot claim to be true of themselves.
IMPROVED OUR NATION'S STANDING ABROAD
According to the Pew Foundation’s Global Attitudes Project, there was a 26% rise in favorable opinion from across the globe during the period of 2009-2012, which was the period surveyed. This is a remarkable gain in world standing from President Obama’s predecessor, George W. Bush. The alliances Obama has forged with many in the international community has generated a respect for him on a global scale. That hard won stature is on the wane for America, however, as the president elect readies himself to take office. As an example, more Britons are scared for the ramifications of this president elect than they are of Brexit, a shake up on enormous proportions which rocked Great Britain and the rest of the European Union, and the world.
We will look back on President Obama as a source of American pride. He led our nation as he carried himself, with dignity and respect for all. President Barack Obama’s tenure in the White House will be remembered in the history books as a time when hope, progressivism, and pragmatism led the way to a brighter future for all Americans, and our global friends and neighbors.
MY JOURNEY DOWN THE COLORADO RIVER
A Photo Essay by Christopher Mattera
Modern day river trips through Grand Canyon look a lot different from Major John Wesley Powell's day. Boats are inflatable, mainly, though one company does run the river in hand crafted dories. At the end of WWII military surplus became available to the general public, and some adventurous souls with extensive river experience began to run the Colorado through Grand Canyon in newly available neoprene inflatable military grade boats. In the late 1940's and early 1950's some of these early river runners began taking a few paying passengers here and there to defray costs, and commercial river running through Grand Canyon was born. The trip became an instant classic. Gaining popularity throughout the 1960's, river rafting through Grand Canyon became a true industry in the 1970's. Clients unskilled in the ways of whitewater boating, yet desirous to experience the mysteries the Grand Canyon of the Colorado had to offer, signed on by the droves, and ultimately the National Park's Service — whose dual mission is to both protect the resource and also to provide for the enjoyment of the resource — capped the number of annual river runners in effort to accomplish both goals.
The above photo shows Lee's Ferry, mile 0 of the 280 miles of Colorado River through Grand Canyon, where all modern day Grand Canyon river trips have embarked since the 1940s — though John D. Lee, a Mormon dispatched here by Brigham Young in the1880s, and for whom Lee's Ferry is so named, lived here with his wives, tended his garden, and yes, occasionally ferried people across the river at this only spot suitable to do so for over 200 river miles in either direction, 400 miles combined.
At mile 4.5 the rafter encounters Navajo Bridge, the only place one may cross the Colorado River by automobile for the next 300 river miles, all the way to Hoover Dam in Boulder, Nevada outside of Las Vegas. Built originally in in the 1930's and listed on the National Register of Historic Places, Navajo Bridge crosses a shallow section of canyon named Marble Canyon by John Wesley Powell. Today it is not uncommon for tourists, like the author, to pull over and walk across the bridge looking down on the Colorado River, and up at the the sun baked landscape.
The Colorado is so named for its famed red brown color caused by sediment in the water — too thick to drink, too thin to plow — as the saying used to go. Historically, the river always ran reddish. Since the 1960's the river through Grand Canyon emerges upriver a few miles from below the retaining wall of the Glen Canyon Dam where it never sees daylight and remains a near constant 48 degrees throughout the year (historically the river ran warm in summer). The dam allows for the sediment to settle, and what is commonly seen on the river today is a deep green coloration… That is, unless there is rain anywhere downriver of the dam. In that case, the river fills with reddish sediment for a day or longer depending on the severity of the rains. Looking through the beams of Navajo Bridge, the river shows to be running green and clear. Environmentalists, the author included, often heap scorn on Glen Canyon Dam for multiple reasons. Future generations lost Glen Canyon, a canyon said to be as beautiful as Grand Canyon on a somewhat smaller scale and today lies hidden below Glen Canyon Dam's reservoir, ironically named Lake Powell. Additionally, the dam has changed conditions of the river in many ways. Due to the cold temperatures of the river the fish communities have changed. Additionally, the sediment trapped at the bottom of Lake Powell due to the dam, coupled with the lack of historical seasonal flooding which is now negated by the dam, have disallowed for the natural rebuilding process of the beautiful sandy beaches in the Canyon along the river. By the same regard, the lack of seasonal floods in Grand Canyon and the cold temps have allowed a proliferation of non native species to invade the riverbank, side canyons, creek beds, and grottoes.
In the Grand Canyon everyone is a photographer, including the author (here, at Mile 24, up a side canyon near Georgie's Rapid). Georgie White Clark was a true pioneer of the newly emerging sport and business of running Grand Canyon in the 1950's. A pioneer, she became the first woman to row the 280 mile run through Marble Canyon and Grand Canyon, and the first woman to run a commercial river rafting outfit. From the mid 1950's and for 45 years strong, Georgie's Royal River Rats brought thousands of clients down the river. Into her 70's Georgie would be seen on the river. Her classic look was a leopard skin swim suit, and she was well known to hoist many beers while rowing or motoring clients through the wonderland of the Colorado River. In 1991, the year I took my first multi week rafting trip through Grand Canyon, Georgie White Clark took her last trip and soon thereafter passed away, hopefully to a great canyon in the sky. Today, strict standards of safety are meticulously followed by professionals who provide the highest degree of safety possible in such a dynamic environment, while at the same time bringing the fun, clowning around antics expected on such a trip. As for guides drinking beers at the helms of the rafts...standards maintain no alcohol be consumed by guides until boats are tied off for the evening, all clients are served dinner, camp is squared away for all guests, and then and only then, on the boats where they will sleep, as far as possible from the clients who are camped on the sandy beach, one hears the cracking of beers, smells the wafting of cannabis smoke, and overhears the stories, tall tales, and fantasies only a Grand Canyon boatman could tell. (Note, there are female guides, many, but they prefer to be called boatmen. On the Colorado, and not derived from any disrespect, everyone who rows or motors a rig is known as a boatman, gender notwithstanding. And while they stay up all night drinking and smoking and telling tales, come sunup at 4 30am, they are chipper, motivated and have coffee on and breakfast started for a big day ahead.
The camp kitchen is an important part of the journey. The boatmen are your chefs, and the dinners may range from salmon and salad to mango grilled chicken and rice to steak and night. Vegetarian options are always available and tasty. Cakes and other goodies round out the experience, and the beer and wine flows liberally as the wide eyed guests share stories of their adventures and gawk at landscapes which rival anywhere on earth with respect to natural magnificence. After dinner, if you have secured an AZ angling permit before the trip, one may cast for trout which your guides will gladly grill up for you at tomorrow's dinner.
Clients use the four part system. First, scrub the plate in the first tub, then wash it thoroughly in the second, proceed to the third for a second washing, and then conclude the process in the fourth tub with a rinse off. Plates dry in the desert air overnight ready and septic for breakfast. Cutlery is handled similarly.
Hands are washed in the pink and green buckets with a foot pump faucet following the same procedure as the cutlery and plates, wash twice and rinse once. The serving table is being set. Food is starting to smoke and steam. Water dispenser is set up for drinking, a never ending activity in the desert. Everyone is hungry come this time of the evening, and one of the boatmen will be banging the gong and yelling DINNER loudly very soon, summoning the group to convene for the evening meal.
At Mile 31 we encounter Vasey's Paradise, a perennial spring bursting forth from the Redwall Limestone. Named for a botanist on the Powell Expedition the springs are beautiful and support a vibrant community of plants and animals. The water is fresh and clear, and the scene is calm and peaceful giving no indication to the rapids which lay ahead. There are nearly 150 rapids throughout the stretch of Colorado River through Grand Canyon ranging in size from riffles to monsters. The whitewater grading scale for all rivers including the Colorado — except in Grand Canyon where rapids are so big a separate scale exists — runs from class I, meaning just a strong riffle, to class V which is the most violent yet navigable water (by experts, that is). Class VI is a waterfall, non navigable. Typically most rapids on well known, classic white water runs fall into the II, III, or IV range. In Grand Canyon rapids are rated from 1-10. Hance Rapid at Mile 77.1, Crystal Rapid at Mile 98.2, and especially the dreaded Lava Falls at Mile 179.7 are rated at the highest end of that scale, ranging from 8-10 depending on conditions. Lava is so big and loud and violent and scary in part because it actually is, and in part because the guides find a way to work in into conversation at some point every other day or so on the three week trip downriver. So, for three weeks its legendary status builds in the minds of the boaters who are eventually faced with running the beast. Its only about thirty seconds, but for that time you are in for one hell of a ride. Boats typically pull over into the calm waters below Lava Falls and even non drinkers toast with a beer or a wine or stronger to having "cheated death" yet again. There are no significant rapids remaining after Lava, though many smaller and fun rapids will follow, so toasting here seems appropriate and the anxiety which had built in the minds of the passengers vanishes. A large party is generally held that evening, a fantastic meal prepared, libations. Pretty much like every preceding night, but on that night its like everyone's "Lava Falls Nerves" have taken Xanax, and people relax deeply in the remaining days of the journey.
Redwall Cavern located at Mile 33 is a vast chamber carved by the river into the Redwall Limestone. Major Powell named it like so many other features along the Colorado River. He estimated 50, 000 people could fit inside and that the acoustics would be wonderful for a symphonic concert. His estimates were close, modern technology has confirmed the cavern would fit near that number. As for acoustics, they are pretty good by all accounts. Many professional musicians have made music in Redwall Cavern and countless amateurs as well. Usually at least one boatman on your trip will be able to play something, and if you are lucky several will as well as several passengers. When this happens, there is music every night. Even a simply recorder, the type played by elementary students everywhere, will sound marvelous in Redwall Cavern when played by anyone with rudimentary skills. As for some scale, the reader may be able to pick out as many as seven boats which are tied off at the beach in front of Redwall Cavern.
The Little Colorado River is a tributary of the Colorado, and its headwaters begin 75 miles away in the Navajo lands of northern Arizona. If driving to Lee's Ferry from Flagstaff, which is commonly done, one crosses the Little Colorado, at the one horse town of Cameron. Typically the river runs seasonally in its upper stretches, however, the lower section is spring fed and the azure blue waters are the result of calcium carbonate. The contrast of color between the Little Colorado River and the surrounding red rock walls is stunning. A visit to the Little Colorado is a staple of most every river trip through Grand Canyon and most rafters enjoy swimming in its warmish waters.
The confluence of the Little Colorado River with the Colorado River, Mile 61.5, demonstrates the contrast between the calcium carbonate laden Little Colorado's blue warm water with the cold green water found in the main corridor of Colorado River. This spot is known in Grand Canyon circles simply as the Confluence. Presently, controversy surrounds the Confluence as some Navajo tribal members and outside investors have expressed interest in building a tramway from the rim on the south side of the Colorado, which is Navajo land, down to the Confluence just up the Little Colorado from where this photo was taken, which is also Navajo land. Information about the project may be found at www.savetheconfluence.com.
At the Unkar Delta, Mile 73, the archaeological relics of a once seasonal population of Pre Puebloans dating back 1,500 years may be found. Some know these prehistoric people as the Anasazi a Navajo term loosely translated to mean ancient enemies. They were not enemies, however, as both groups populated the area at different times, with the Navajo migrating into the region as early as 500 years ago. Why exactly the Navajo named these ancients the Anasazi is not known. The direct ancestors of the Anasazi are the Pueblo Indians currently settled in north west Arizona and north eastern New Mexico. Subsequently, the term Pre Puebloans is more fitting and respectful for this once thriving culture living on the rim and river bottom of the Grand Canyon and along the Colorado River corridor in some of the harshest desert conditions in the world. Today, Pueblo cultures such as the Zuni and the Acoma create pottery in the styles similar to their ancient ancestors and have historically constructed dwellings in similar rock-and-adobe fashion as the Pre Puebloans who inhabited Unkar Delta. In this image potsherds, an arrow tip, and a piece of corn cob may be seen.
Mile 88, the Kaibab Trail Suspension Bridge, also known as the Black Bridge, allows hikers and mules to cross the river within the inner Grand Canyon. The South Kaibab Trail drops one vertical mile from Grand Canyon's South Rim, down seven miles of steep switchbacks, to this point where the hiker encounters Black Bridge. Once crossing the river, the hiker may then choose to hang at Boater's Beach — where our boats were currently tied off — or continue 14 miles up the North Kaibab Trail to the North Rim. If hiking, be advised, there is no water and little shade on the South Kaibab, but the North Kaibab offers both as well as camping. For those attempting a trans canyon traverse the author recommends descending the South Kaibab on the morning of day one, camping at Bright Angel Campground that evening, and spreading out the next two days hiking up the North Kaibab and camping at Cottonwood Campground before topping out on the North Rim the following day. There are other options, and knowledgeable canyoneers will have no problem putting together a suitable itinerary.
Enjoying placid water, late afternoon sunlight, and plenty of scenery.
Looking for a wide sandy beach for camping... but not finding one here, that's for sure.
On the beach at Mile 101, while scouting Sapphire Rapid, a Slender Deadly Scorpion is spotted.The fellow is slender, that is certain. It is not deadly, however, except in rare and mostly undocumented instances of severe allergic reaction to the venom. Typically, if one is stung, and again it is a rarity for that to occur, the typical fallout is soreness at the sting site, general malaise, and possibly mild nausea. In general, those who dislike or are afraid of spiders will not fancy scorpions. The author has great respect and admiration for these inch long arachnids and became obsessed with photographic it, following it around for twenty minutes and taking dozens of photographs. In this photo, the Slender Deadly Scorpion has had enough and is clearly poised to strike. Not an unreasonable man, the author backed off and allowed the creature the peace and quiet it deserved.
Lizard tracks passing through camp photographed in the warm early evening light.
Camp, Mile 119. Along the river folks usually do not need, nor do they use, a tent. Rather, most Grand Canyon river runners opt to sleep under the stars. Bugs are few, temperatures are high, skies are clear, and a tent gets in the way between you and the canyon you came to experience. From this birds eye view its easy to spot the blue sleeping pads of the campers, the kitchen area dotted with colorful buckets and table cloths, and the boats tied off just downstream of it all. What is not visible and is usually on everyone's mind when they first consider the prospect of a river trip on the Colorado is… the bathroom.
The park service directs all fluid wastes go directly into the main channel, so consequently everyone pees in the river. If you were a little shy about it on day one, that is far removed by day 21 by which time your group is working most likely as a friendly and efficient team of rafters, and modesty fades. As for solid wastes, that's where the "groover" comes in. Historically, river runners brought with them a can on which one would sit to relieve one's self, the result being grooves in pressed into your ass cheeks. The modern groover is actually a similar bucket, on which sits a toilet seat for familiarity and comfort, and all wastes are collected in an ultra thick plastic bag designed for the purpose. The park maintains all solid waste be removed from all river trips, so it is all packed out and disposed of by crew at trips end, when passengers have since left for other destinations (most popularly being home).
Cocktail hour in camp… Passengers enjoy a scenic spot perched above camp to take in cocktail hour before dinner. Since the river is a steady 48 degrees, beer and wine is placed into mesh bags and submerged into the cold river, connected to the boat by a carabiner. By day these libations will travel inside the boat in storage bins, and they will get warm in the desert heat, however once in the river the typical time for a 12 beer to chill to river temperature is only about 20 minutes. The author, not a particularly big drinker, must admit a 48 degree cold beer on a 90 degree evening in camp sure go down smoothly.
Deer Creek, Mile 136. Named by Powell, Deer Creek provides the hiker with an outrageous opportunity if so desired. The hike up to Deer Creek Narrows is steep, narrow, hot and dry. An abyss off the side of the trail plays with your head. But the payoffs are glimpses into Deer Creek Narrows, and down into the Colorado River from a flat area known as The Patio. This photo was taken five minutes into the hike with plenty of elevation yet to gain.
Carol Mattera at the start of the long hike up to Deer Creek Narrows.
Deer Creek Narrows.
Slot canyons abound along the Colorado River like this one somewhere near Mile 148.
Here I'm making some field notes, trying to remember the experience of a lifetime for a lifetime to come. Photographs are invaluable tools to document one's experience on a Grand Canyon river trip. Major Powell kept and extensive journal on his historic first descent through Grand Canyon in 1869, and again in 1871, and turned those notes into the most exciting adventure tale of its day, The Exploration of the Colorado River and its Canyons.
At Mile 157 most boat parties prioritize a visit to Havasu Canyon. Here boats are tied off in an active river, immediately downstream from a moderate rapid, making landing at this spot tricky business. Havasu is named for the Havasupai Indians who inhabit the canyon and its upper section — ten miles by foot trail only — they have a village, Supai, with gardens, stables, another steep ten mile hike to the rim above, and above all, the magnificent blue-green waters of Havasu Creek.
High above the narrows of Havasu Creek the hiker may enjoy an intimate sculpted canyon, gorgeous blue-green water, and access to the upper portion of the canyon which broadens out, allowing for swimming in the creek and basking on a rock in the sun. The Havasupai Indians have lived in Grand Canyon for 700 hundred years and indeed the name Havasupai means "people of the blue-green waters."
The confluence of Havasu Creek with the Colorado River demonstrates their profound difference with respect water color.
Lava Falls Day: the most feared rapid on the river by most passengers, mainly due to the guides building it up over the course of a few weeks, though it is not the most technical rapid for boatmen. Hard technical rapids such as Hance at Mile 77 and Crystal at Mile 98.5 are more concerning to boatmen. Statistically, more can and does go wrong in rapids like Crystal. But the absolute huge water of Lava coupled with the multi week hype up leaves the layman and women scared absolutely shitless. The boatmen ease the rafts into the tongue of the rapid, hopefully enter the rapid at their desired point, and make every necessary adjustment of navigation necessary to exit the rapid thirty seconds later, or else they flip. To the rafters freaked out to begin with from the hype the 30 seconds feels like forever but when it is over, and safety assured, the accompanying high is soaring, yet the body and mind is calmed. This photo was taken of the author and his wife Carol and son Joshua on the morning of Lava Falls Day. Our entire party wore the paints to make peace with the Lava Gods and it must have worked, we all came through the rapid upright and unscathed.
The "We Survived Lava Falls" after party.
Pumpkin Springs is a travertine bowl which when active drips bitter, poisonous water into the Colorado River below. Throughout the history of recreational river running on the Colorado rafting parties have stopped and soaked in the warm waters of Pumpkin Spring. Several years ago the National Park Service put a stop to that when it came to light the springs contain arsenic among other poisons.
In a side canyon near Mile 231 Joshua Mattera cools down from the 100 degree heat in the clear, cold water.
One last hike, somewhere along Mile 249, our fellowship makes its way over some scree to a watering hole to relax and siesta in the shade before making our way to camp in the cooler of the late afternoon. Tomorrow will be our last day on the river, the weeks have passed as have the river miles, and the experiences we have had remain clear years after the fact. For those so inclined, a trip down the Grand Canyon, or for that matter along any stretch of the Colorado River, especially if its unhurried and spread across a couple of weeks or more, is a life changing experience for many who ultimately get hooked by the lure of the river and come back time and time again.
A lizard wonders who I'm looking at.
The end of the line, almost. Goofing around on the morning of the last day. This group will travel thirty river miles on this last day and take out at Mile 280 at Pearce Ferry on Lake Mead, the huge reservoir backed up behind the Hoover Dam.
Off of the river now, and on the road back to Flagstaff...looking back one last time at the waters of the Colorado River, backed up here at Lake Mead several miles behind the Hoover Dam.
Header art by T. Guzzio. Original photo by T. Martin via Wikimedia Commons.
WHEN DID YOUR FELLOW MAN BECOME THE ENEMY?
By Paul Borst
When Barack Obama became president, one thing was brought to the forefront of the United States’ consciousness. Universal healthcare was something that had never been talked about by those around me, besides mentioning it in the same breath as that neighbor to the north. But with the implementation of the highly controversial Affordable Healthcare Act, few things have been as polarizing as the idea of providing healthcare as a right, as opposed to a privilege. Of course, any discussion on universal healthcare will include divisive political stances, but I’m going to try to take the politics out of the equation.
As it stands today, some believe that healthcare should be a right guaranteed for all US citizens, as advocated by 2016 presidential hopeful Bernie Sanders. Others contend that a free market economy needs competition to manage costs and to spur innovation. But with the costs of healthcare and insurance spiraling higher, as well as the United States' poor standing among industrialized nations with regards to quality of care, many feel strongly that an overhaul of the current system should happen. A Commonwealth Fund study of healthcare quality versus cost saw the US ranked behind France, Australia, Germany, Canada, Sweden, New Zealand, Norway, the Netherlands, Switzerland, and the United Kingdom. We have the most expensive healthcare system in the world, but it ranks lowest in efficiency, equity, and outcomes. In other words, we don’t get the job done. Poorer people don’t get equal care or access to services, and the outcomes don’t match up with costs. Many liberals feel this is reason for the government to step in. The insurance companies and healthcare providers are driving up the cost of healthcare with no discernible increase in quality. Many feel that's because the goals of for-profit healthcare are incompatible with keeping people healthy.
Take a look at your next statement of benefits, and take note of what’s being charged to your insurance company. Doctors can and do charge exorbitant sums to insurance companies knowing full well that they will get paid by the insurer. This profoundly impacts you, the patient. The average cost of a family plan, according to the National Conference of State Legislatures, was $16,800 in 2015, paid by employee premiums as well as employer contributions. This is before reported requests for increases up to 54% requested by insurance companies, who found that people insured by the Affordable Care Act were sicker than expected. On average, 32% of your income is being spent on the chance you might get sick or injured. Using the socialist viewpoint with an equal distribution of wealth, you could argue that replacing our current system with a government subsidized program, a la the National Health System in the U.K., would reduce the costs to the average American by creating an escalating tax system based on taxable income. In other words, the more you make, the more you pay. Using a conservative lens, where this benefits the market is in costs to an employer. We can reduce the cost of healthcare-related spending to an employer by using that same escalating tax system. Universal healthcare could also decrease days missed from work due to health-related issues, as people start practicing proactive healthcare as opposed to defensive healthcare (when you put off going to the doctor because of the high cost). Furthermore, taking care of your fellow man is a tenet of common decency and many religious beliefs. Buddha, Jesus, Confucius or any other religious figure never add a monetary caveat onto the golden rule.
Many services today are socialized. Do you pay a fire department deductible? How about that pesky police premium? Did you remember to leave your payment in the mail for the postal service? You don’t pay directly for these because these are all in some way subsidized by the government. You are already paying more for other people. Would you expect the fire department to let someone else’s house burn because you pay more in taxes than the other guy? Why can’t we have this same thinking when it comes to healthcare? I understand other factors are in play. I would find it difficult to know that my tax dollars are paying for a lifetime smoker’s cancer treatment. But at the same time, I would rest easy knowing that my neighbors are covered against catastrophic ailments that befell them unexpectedly.
Dipping our foot into the ethical waters of healthcare reform can be a tricky business. Health insurance corporations are making profits off of our premiums. According to the Securities and Exchange Commission, the CEO of Anthem Blue Cross Blue Shield, Joseph Swedish (an ironic name, really), made $8.1 million dollars in 2014. Stephen Hemsley, the CEO of United Healthcare (the contractor for Tricare West, the healthcare coverage provider for military members in the western US) made $66.1 million in 2014. To put this another way, we have people whose annual compensation is dependent on whether they decide to pay someone’s healthcare costs. This isn’t an oversimplification of anything either. Health insurance claims agents get bonuses based on how much they pay out to members.
Universal Healthcare can and does work in the United States. Multiple cases already exist where people are receiving it. For instance, your tax dollars are covering federal prisoners’ healthcare. All service members and veterans receive healthcare free of charge, including myself. Before I joined the Air Force in 2009, I had an issue with ingrown toenails. I often put off care because of the cost. Despite paying $80 per week for health insurance ($4,160 annually for single coverage), I had to pay $100 out of pocket to get the toe nail removed. It doesn’t sound like much now, but at the time I was the sole source of income for a family of 3, and $100 went a long way. As a result I would live with an ingrown toenail for months at a time until I could afford to have it taken care of. That’s fairly routine healthcare. What about ER visits? That’s where costs pile up. I personally haven’t incurred any personal ER visits before I enlisted. I know I went to one after I joined though. I received 3 staples in my head as a result of a basketball injury. The cost to the insurer was over $1000. I paid $0. Zilch, zero, nadda. Why do I deserve this over someone who isn’t in the military? I understand the argument of risking my life for my country, but I have all kinds of other benefits because of that. I’m willing to sacrifice free healthcare being an exclusive benefit to me. I still have a nearly guaranteed job, I still have education benefits, and I still have other benefits that the average American won’t get without serving.
What happened to us, America? This country was founded on those unalienable rights of life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness. When did it become life (so long as you’re willing to pay), liberty (provided you can afford to be choosy), and the pursuit of happiness (as long as you’re ok being sick)? We should look after our fellow man. Not a day goes by that I don’t hear of an effort to raise money for a sick child, or an unfortunate family that’s dealing with a catastrophic illness. I’m overjoyed to hear of when they meet their needs through donations. What if we didn’t have to donate? With universal healthcare, that child, or that family would be covered. I know the system wouldn’t be perfect. The NHS has issues. Canada’s healthcare service has issues. But last time I checked, they just beat us in the rankings.
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Despite his full time gig as a Staff Sergeant in the United States Air Force, Paul Borst still finds time to pretend to be a rock star. Having served previously as a singer-songwriter/guitar poseur in the Shacks, of Albuquerque, New Mexico, and as songwriter/bass legend in The Standards of Saranac Lake/Tupper Lake, New York, Paul now bides his time as a solo performer in the acoustic mold. He currently resides in Albuquerque, still working as a full time nylon compression specialist (parachute rigger). He can be reached via Twitter (@riggerlovin), Instagram (paulborst7) or email (firstname.lastname@example.org).
By Tom Guzzio.
Modern audiences will never hear Buddy Bolden, the cornetist considered to be the founding father of the first truly American musical form. There are no known recordings of his work. Despite the far reach of Bolden’s influence on artists like Louis Armstrong and Wynton Marsalis, the sound he created with his instrument – his musical fingerprint – is left to our imaginations, his tone a casualty of Bolden being too far ahead of his time.
This is just one of the many wrongs that litter the history of music, along with the fact that Sammy Davis Jr. couldn’t stay at many of the hotels he performed in, or with A Taste of Honey beating out Elvis Costello for Best New Artist at the 1978 Grammy Awards (hell, let’s just throw the Grammys as a concept in as a collective wrong).
Many would argue that the way popular music gets created today is another wrong, with songs written by committee for marginally talented “artists” whose looks are as important as their voices, if not more so.
But I disagree. The same technology that allows marginal vocalists to be auto-tuned into “artists” has also given legitimate musicians a platform previously unavailable when the recording industry held all the cards. Yes, there still exists a vast corporate music machine that vacuums up cash for a handful of Clive Davis wannabees. But there’s also a vibrant, independent industry outside of the industry, one that has embraced artists and musicians who can’t dance better than they sing, but who can create well-crafted songs that deserve to be heard, and are enjoyed when they are.
This is the place where The Solid Suns live.
There’s this idea that our tastes literally and figuratively mellow with age, and while I find the range of music I appreciate expanding (and, in some cases, getting softer), there’s still something about loud, ossicle-rattling rock and roll that never gets old, no matter how much I do. And while it may never crack the Billboard 200, Ungodly Hour – the latest album from the Las Vegas trio – makes my stereocillia stand up and shake, shake, shake, and that’s a damn good thing.
The album is sonically alluring from the start. “Buttons + Strings,” the album’s opener is a vapor trail of driving funk with a slinky pop flavor courtesy of Jim Campbell’s excellent bass playing. Jon Gamboa’s vocals groove in and out of Campbell’s wake, a smooth falsetto croon that falls a few notches during the menacing chorus: “Come on back! I’ll tear you to pieces...”
This gives way to the whiplash inducing “Existential Queen,” which is driven by Brian Keen’s relentless drumming and it’s marriage with Campbell’s bass. The rhythmic foundation Keen and Campbell create give Gamboa’s guitar and vocals a huge sonic canvas, and he uses every inch of it until he counts us out at the end.
Next comes “Overcast” – a song that repaints the blues with shades of gray. This is a band that knows the shoulders on which they stand. “Overcast” incorporates the blues form for the modern age in a way that’s authentic and not purely imitative. It’s a field song for the suburban retail worker who, as he looks at the Kardashian fueled glow coming off his flat-screen, can’t help but feel “the sun likes to shine on everyone but me.”
"Speak Easy" follows with a riff rooted at the bottom end of the scale. It's a slow song, not quite as bluesy as "Overcast," but with a weight that you feel in your chest if you play it loud enough. It's another fine showcase for Gamboa's vocal range, and his guitar solo around the 3:30 mark is razor sharp.
The band brings more playfulness to the next track, "The Little Things" which again showcases their ability to play punch-drunk funk infused rock. It's a foot stomper that's bound to be a favorite of the band's live shows, and I challenge anyone to listen to it without bobbing their head along in time.
They go deep with "Questions." Gamboa has a rebel spirit, and it takes center stage here: "who the fuck are you to tell us what to do?" It's a question that all good rock and roll should ask at one time or another, and it places The Suns within the tradition of Josh White, Woodie Guthrie, The Clash, and Rage Against the Machine.
Gamboa turns that cynical eye on himself with "Black Matter," another percussive rocker that declares "I am the perfect liar, perfect liar, now watch and learn." It's a heavy song sonically and lyrically - one that challenges fundamental notions of belief as a motivating force. One man's righteous act is another man's senseless one; your martyr is my villain.
"Voight-Kampff" is a love song of sorts. The title alludes to Blade Runner, and the test used to distinguish humans from replicants. Are we the architects of the ones we love? Do we create unattainable expectations for those we objectify?
"Violate" begins as so many of the songs on Ungodly Hour do: with a bouncy bass line from Campbell. This band is so good at playing with and around each other, something this song illustrates as each musician's part grows around the other's like wisteria, especially around the 2:50 mark, when things breakdown only to rebuild. It's a great shift tonally.
"Remember" is a classic closer (only it isn't - wink, wink). It takes everything that's good about Ungodly Hour and draws a logical, effective musical conclusion. We will remember the song, and the album, and we will listen again. It's that simple, and hidden within it is a track whose title perfectly sums up what Ungodly Hour is about: "Heavy."
Truly. Ungodly Hour is an imaginative, finely crafted rock and roll album. So why is it part of the lead up to "The Wrong Issue?" It's because of the circumstances in which it was made.
While a lot of less talented acts get as much money and studio time as they need to record their work, Ungodly Hour was made on a shoestring. It just doesn't sound like it. It is the product of blood, sweat, and an Indiegogo campaign. There's something inherently wrong about the way major labels decide who gets their support and who doesn't. Maybe any or all of the Suns should've had roles on a Disney show when they were kids? Maybe the bassist needs to put out a sex tape, or at least accidentally tweet a dick pic to get the media attention the band's music merits and deserves?
Still, the fact that something so good can be born from a small studio in a town not known as a musical hotbed does say something positive about what's possible in music today, so long as one loves making it. And the Solid Suns love for the music they make is evident throughout Ungodly Hour. Even as so much of the music industry seems so shallow and cardboard, Ungodly Hour exists and is available for all to hear. I'm not sure if that was possible before the digital age. And that makes me hopeful for the Suns' long term prospects.
Get Ungodly Hour via The Solid Suns' Bandcamp page, from iTunes, Amazon, or "wherever music is sold." Additionally, the album is available as a free digital download for all veterans, active military, police, fire, and rescue workers, and teachers. Contact the band via their Facebook page for details.
Help me out. Is there a space where sports and music meet that doesn’t wind up looking and sounding like a Looney Tune? As I moved from music to sports while prepping for the upcoming issue, I tried to find a convergence of the two topics that leaves both with some dignity, but it was just not happening. Maybe it’s because the seminal volume of sports-related music is called, Jock Jams. Maybe I needed to look a little deeper.
There are a lot of songs out there related to and / or inspired by sports, but they seem trite and trend towards novelty. I’m thinking of songs like “Basketball” by Kurtis Blow (who's a Hip-Hop legend), or “Centerfield” by John Fogerty (another legendary artist). On the other hand, songs unrelated to athletic competition often get co-opted by sports, and thereby have a second (or maybe even a first) life seemingly unrelated to their stated themes or lyrical intent.
Take “Song 2” by Brit-Pop icons Blur. Released in 1997, and originally intended as a satire of American grunge music, it’s now become a stadium staple, it’s two-syllable hook used to pump up crowds the world over, joining songs like The White Stripe’s “Seven Nation Army” and Guns N’ Roses’ “Welcome to the Jungle” as unlikely declarations of fandom.
Eventually, I stumbled upon songs that, for one reason or another, have become so associated with certain teams as to transcend their original context and purpose, like the Rodgers and Hammerstein's, “You’ll Never Walk Alone,” which found life beyond Carousel – the musical it was written for – as Jerry Lewis’s telethon showpiece and also as Liverpool F.C.’s anthem. Unlike “Song 2,” one can actually establish a connection between the song and the team that adopted it. In 1963 “You’ll Never Walk Alone” became a number one single for Gerry and the Pacemakers, who hailed from Liverpool. Legend has it that Gerry Marsden – the group’s leader and vocalist – gave a copy of the song to Liverpool manager Bill Shankly, who was so moved that he insisted the song be played before home games. In reality, the song’s presence at Anfield is the result of the club’s music director simply doing his job. It was practice at the time to countdown the hits of the day prior to the start of a game. When “YNWA” topped the charts, therefore becoming the last song the stadium DJ played just before game time, LFC fans simply sang along as a show of support to the Merseybeat group. The DJ played it, the fans liked it, and it stuck – so much so that members of the team joined Gerry and the Pacemakers on stage when they performed the song on The Ed Sullivan show. The song has since become part of the team’s iconography, adorning its official crest, and watching over those who pass through Anfield’s Shankly Gates.
“You’ll Never Walk Alone” illustrates how when a piece becomes so associated with a particular team, there’s a tendency to want to elevate that association to the point where the origin of said song’s connection to said team becomes mythic. This is true of other music – sports connections as well, like Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline,” which is played during the 8th inning intermission at every Boston Red Sox home game, and the song that is said to be the third most popular song in American history (after “The Star Spangled Banner” and “Happy Birthday to You”): “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.” These songs have come to serve the same function as hymns, in a way, as they bring people worshipping at modern day “temples” together behind a common cause, and this is a powerful thing. Liverpool fans alive at the time will note how important “You’ll Never Walk Alone” became in the wake of the Hillsborough Disaster, which saw 96 LFC fans die in the crush of an overcrowded stadium in 1989. In the end, how the songs got here isn’t important. It’s the fact that they’re here that counts. At their best, music and sport serve similar functions. They celebrate excellence. They bring people together.
"The Faith & Doubt Issue" is weeks old, and the Philadelphia Eagles have signed Tim Tebow.
If faith is the expectation of unfulfilled promises, then Tebow, whose belief in himself is only outstripped by the doubts of his many detractors, could be due.
Or it could be that Tebow has already had his due.
Tebow had an exceptional college career with the Florida Gators, winning a Heisman Trophy and two national championships. Despite lingering doubts about his ability to make it as a quarterback in the NFL, Tebow was taken in the first round of the 2010 NFL draft by the Denver Broncos. In the 2012 playoffs, he led the Broncos to a legendary upset of the Pittsburgh Steelers in what has come to be called the “3:16 Game” because of the many parallels between some of the game’s statistics and Tebow’s faith.
Aside from this one brief, electrifying moment, Tebow’s time under center has been well-below average, and therefore short. After three teams and three years, Tebow was out of the league. Nevertheless, his time among the best is enviable. Tebow did more, and went farther than most of the kids who put on pads.
So why is Tebow back? Some suggest it’s ego.
It’s not that Tebow lacks the ability to play in the NFL, it’s that he lacks the skills to play quarterback. Tebow is an exceptionally gifted athlete. If he’d only switch to tight end or fullback, say his detractors, then he’d probably be in the midst of a long and fruitful career, instead of becoming part of Chip Kelly’s “Philadelphia Experiment.” But he’s so stubborn. For Tebow, it’s quarterback or nothing.
Which makes you wonder when faith becomes folly.
Tebow’s signing by the Eagles comes packaged in the same news cycle as the tragic sinking of a boat full of migrants off the Libyan coast, giving us two starkly different examples of how faith inculcates boldness.
Many of the 700-900 people who lost their lives crossing the Mediterranean in hopes of reaching Italy came from desperate situations in disparate places like Somalia, Eritrea, Mali, Gambia, Bangladesh, Afghanistan, Iraq and Syria. Reaching Libya, which has become the center of a booming human trafficking trade (as well as a stronghold for militants from the Islamic State) in the absence of a stable government since the fall of Ghadafi, was their “Hail-Mary.” They sought passage on an overcrowded boat of questionable seaworthiness in order to reach a land where their future was uncertain and their presence unwanted because for them, whatever was waiting on the other side of the Mediterranean’s brilliant blue had to be better than what they were leaving behind.
And there are as many as 500,000 more just like them crowding the scarred Libyan shore, dodging militias, waiting for whatever rickety boat or rubber raft may come because they believe. “I have been hearing the stories that people are dying, but me, I will cross it and I will cross it successfully,” said one migrant in a recent New York Times article. “I know that my Lord is with me. He will cross with me. I have made up my mind.”
Tebow believes, too. The faith he found on his mother’s couch as a 6-year old afraid of hell pushes him ever onward towards his brass ring of excelling at one of the most glamorous jobs in sports: “I believe in my God-given athletic ability and the coaches that have been blessed around me. I believe I can do the job as a quarterback in the NFL.”
And maybe he can, but should he want to? And, in the grand scheme of it all, should we care?