Archives for October 2015
This is the best political reporting I have seen in quite a spell. It defines the problem this nation faces with the Congress, once called the greatest deliberative body in the world. It cannot be called that today. The reporter, Tim Dickinson, was interviewed today on Fresh Air. Here is the article from Rolling Stone.
- Below is a list of members of the Freedom Caucus of the United States House of Representatives, the members allegedly responsible for John Boehner’s resignation as Speaker of the House. NYT columnist David Brooks piece this morning puts their role in perspective, the best I have seen. Brooks points out that democracy requires basic agreement to the principle of majority rule, a principle not in the Freedom Caucus’s playbook.
- None of the news stories mentions who these bomb-throwing, Russian-style anarchists are. Note that Arizona is home to four members, which will surprise no one. The list is from Wiki.
- Jim Jordan of Ohio, Chair
- Justin Amash of Michigan
- Brian Babin of Texas
- Rod Blum of Iowa
- Dave Brat of Virginia
- Jim Bridenstine of Oklahoma
- Mo Brooks of Alabama
- Ken Buck of Colorado
- Curt Clawson of Florida
- Ron DeSantis of Florida
- Scott Desjarlais of Tennessee
- Jeff Duncan of South Carolina
- John Fleming of Louisiana
- Trent Franks of Arizona
- Scott Garrett of New Jersey
- Paul Gosar of Arizona
- Morgan Griffith of Virginia
- Andy Harris of Maryland
- Jody Hice of Georgia
- Tim Huelskamp of Kansas
- Raúl Labrador of Idaho
- Barry Loudermilk of Georgia
- Cynthia Lummis of Wyoming
- Mark Meadows of North Carolina
- Alex Mooney of West Virginia
- Mick Mulvaney of South Carolina
- Gary Palmer of Alabama
- Steve Pearce of New Mexico
- Scott Perry of Pennsylvania
- Ted Poe of Texas
- Bill Posey of Florida
- Keith Rothfus of Pennsylvania
- Matt Salmon of Arizona
- Mark Sanford of South Carolina
- David Schweikert of Arizona
- Marlin Stutzman of Indiana
The difference between a Cuban and a Mexican in these United States is that the moment a Cuban sets foot on American soil, he or she receives refugee status; the Mexican who lands on American soil automatically qualifies as a deportee. Thus the Cuban gets a green card and can pursue citizenship. The Mexican gets durance vile. The difference, of course, is that Cuban-Americans have the wherewithal to buy prostitutes disguised as senators and congresspersons.
As for Trump’s solution to undocumented Mexicans, we’ve been here before. You might say that Trump is 80 years after his time, which explains the calcification of his brain. You can hear Guthrie’s son sing this song here.
(also known as “Plane Wreck at Los Gatos”)
Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Martin Hoffman
The crops are all in and the peaches are rott’ning,
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
They’re flying ’em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won’t have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be “deportees”
My father’s own father, he waded that river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
And they rode the truck till they took down and died.
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract’s out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
We died ‘neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says, “They are just deportees”
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except “deportees”?
Here are two passages from “Youth, A Narrative” by Joseph Conrad, a story told in a bar many years after the fact by the second mate on an ill-fated ship. Much power in these words written by a man who knew not a word of English before he was 20. Many of Conrad’s stories are in the public domain and available on the net.