What’s the Real Target?

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Steroids.

There’s the word. Big as life and twice as ugly. The connotations these days, are almost all bad, brining to mind professional athletes, big-shouldered men in shirts with too many holes, and a glut of head-hung, shame-faced professional athletes making speeches about letting people down. The word has even brought about Congressional hearings, for whatever that might be worth. (I’d like to see a Congressional hearing as to why oil/gas companies are posting record profits, but I have to pay $3.50 a gallon.)

Just in case you did not know, there are plenty of good steroids. They can be prescribed for various medical conditions, and also to recover from surgery.

Nevertheless, when you turn on AM Sports Radio, “steroids” and “baseball” will be the words you hear in conjunction, especially when discussing Barry Bonds, and there are people out there that really hate Barry Bonds. Whether you believe him guilty or innocent, there is no doubt that “hate” is the appropriate word when describing the intense anger directed at Barry Bonds. I think many people wouldn’t slow down if they saw him crossing the parking lot.

Full Disclosure: I cheer for Barry. I hope he breaks the records. Though there is a cloud of evidence, a looming, huge, ominous dark cloud of evidence over his head implicating him, he has yet to fail a test. No matter how many copies Game of Shadows sells, it does not prove Barry guilty. Plus, if you let Rafael Palmeiro into the Hall of Fame, Barry damn well better go in as well.

I won’t go so far as to say that Barry is persecuted because he is black. It does not help his case, but I don’t believe it is the reason he regarded as the demon of modern baseball. It does not help that he is routinely surly and stand-offish. If he had a more amiable public persona, he might only receive the attention that a Roger Clemens gets in relation to steroids. Nevertheless, Bonds is a lightning rod. People are already dismissing his accomplishments, saying that he will only hold the mantle until Alex Rodriguez becomes the home run king. (Never mind the fact that he could run into a debilitating injury, or become injury plagued like another player that was supposed to be in line for breaking the record.) We’ll just wait and see if more rumors circulate about A-Rod.

It’s funny that despite all this concern of steroids, I’ve heard so little about this year’s Tour de France. If you wanted scandal, this was about as good as it gets. Though hard-core cyclists (yes, they do exists) would take a security chain to my head if they read this, cycling is a fringe sport, at best, in the U.S.. Yes, we all love that Lance Armstrong (no stranger to controversy), won the Tour x-number of times despite cancer, but no one really cares enough to sit glued to the television. I would have thought that the separate scandals of Michael Rasmussen and Alexandre Vinokourov would have been huge news, billed as “Roids Go International”. Blood transfusions? How much better does it get? Hell, those weren’t even the only scandals. Yet on this side of the ocean, steroids = Barry Bonds, who has now been linked to the sinking of the Titanic.

Who’s Afraid of the Big, Bad, Ghost-Writer?

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I am surprised that some people are still shocked by major-label artists not writing their own songs. I thought the veil had been completely taken off with shows like American Idol. By now, I thought it was obvious that you don’t need to know a lick of music theory to be a big star.

This is not to suggest that the artists selling millions of records are not without talent. Some can definitely sing, some can write, some do ensure that their butt stays tight as a banker’s smile for the next music video. Even with the most vapid and talentless of singers has to have some level of commitment, be it to body image, learning dance moves, making public appearances and keeping an appropriate image, or actually singing. Let’s face it, when we say “artist” we’re only talking about the people behind the microphone. American Idol does not feature instrumentalists (at least from what I’ve seen).

Why all the shock at singing stars not writing their own material? If you found out that your favorite artist did not write his own song, is the CD going to land in the trash? Will you run over their entire catalog with a steamroller? (Remember, even if your favorite artist is singing on the album, their voice may have undergone pitch correction and other tune doctoring.)

My next question is: Why is all the anger directed towards the artist? Why is it not directed at the record company? Take a few minutes to read Steve Albini’s excellent article “The Problem with Music”. It should have really been called, “The Problem with Major Label Music”. I think more honest practices are still employed on the outskirts of the music/CD industry. If you were an artist, looked at these numbers, wouldn’t you want to hedge your bets by getting a proven hit-maker on your side? If getting a certain producer might get you a few more radio-plays, why not hire him on. Artistic integrity is a beautiful thing, but people have to eat.

The mainstream music industry is all about image. No one is making a hit song without a video. Popular songs today usually fall in one of five categories:

1. Listen to what I’m going to do tonight.
2. So-and-so broke my heart.
3. I’ve got lots of money/fame/beauty so everyone wants to screw me.
4. Everything sucks and that makes me sad.
5. God bless somebody/something.

Our big stars look good in bikinis. Even in a band, there is one star.

I’m not attempting to say, “All mainstream music stinks. It’s a sham. People should listen to real music made by [fill in blank].” My suggestion is to lighten up. Understand that your popular music is a carefully crafted product that may be more false that it appears on the surface. The hits of Artist A may be written by the same people that wrote the hits for Artist B. There is very little integrity in any part of the music industry, mainstream and independent alike.

Still angry? Still saying, “The person who wrote the music should be making the big money, going to the awards shows, getting all the fame.” I pose you this question: Do you really think Cee-lo Green would have made a big hit out of the song he penned, Don’t Cha?

Democrats Press the Virtual Palms

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The CNN/YouTube Democratic Debate took place on July 23, 2007, though I would not call it a debate. It was more of an informal gathering and presentation forum, sort of like a book-signing. Questions were gathered from around the country and posed to candidates, some questions to the entire stage, some to just one person.

As with any book-signing, the object is to appear personable, and get people to like you enough to buy what you are selling. Sadly, this was what I expected and what I got. This appearance did little to shine any new light on any of the candidates, nor did they make any new stance or clarify their positions. To be fair, they only got 30 seconds each to respond to questions, but they were flogging the same horses as before. To sum up the impression I got:

Dennis Kucinich – “I’m not insane. I’m a real Democrat, not a liberal Republican.”
Hillary Clinton – “I have experience. Just because I haven’t held office before does not mean I don’t understand politics.”
Chris Dodd – “I may look old, but I’m not. I can be progressive and inventive.”
Barak Obama – “I”m going to change the political machine in Washington to make more sense. Yes, I’m still black.”
John Edwards – “I”m a very sensitive man. I have compassion due to my experiences.”
Mike Gravel – “You’re all taking money from special interest groups and lobbies.”
Joe Biden – “I have no personality.”
Bill Richardson – “I leave no impression at all.”

The reasons that most people feel that the Democratic race is between Obama and Clinton is because of their race and sex, respectively. As I heard George Stephanopoulos phrase it, “It’s a battle to see if America is more racist or sexist.” Sadly, at every appearance, Clinton has to say, “I’m very proud to be a woman,” (as if it is something to be ashamed of), and Obama has to say, “Yes, I’m black. Trust me. If I go through the wrong neighborhood, they will lynch my ass. I know I don’t dress like the black people you see on 106 & Park, and I’m not speaking in fluent Ebonics, but I’m really black.” To give Obama credit, he has come up with about a 100 different ways to say, “Yes, I’m black.”

Sadly ire was only vented after this public appearance. I guess that no one wants to attack anyone on television anymore… well, except Mike Gravel. The candidates must all hold hands and smile and love God, country, the American way, freedom, life, liberty, blah blah blah. Then again, Gravel just seemed one-track-minded and pissy. He has a great point. Even though the candidates may not appear to be taking money from “special interest groups”, they are receiving large donations on behalf of corporations. These large donations may still have strings attached. (May have strings attached? Who am I kidding?) Another great message in bad packaging. Really, his name is Mike Gravel and he comes across as a hostile, angry old codger? It’s like something out of a Charles Dickens novel.

Is it possible to have a candidate that has some fire, but doesn’t appear hostile?

A Republican CNN/YouTube debate is planned for September 17. If the Democrats are supposed to be the more charismatic party, I’m not sure I want to tune in. Then again, I’m curious about the questions that will be taken.

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Official Websites of Democratic Candidates:
Dennis Kucinich
Joe Biden
Hillary Clinton
Chris Dodd
John Edwards
Mike Gravel
Barak Obama
Bill Richardson

Executive Gangsta

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Proper English does not always have a phrase that will accurate describe a person, place or thing. The English dictionary has to add words every year. The word “microchip” did not exist in dictionaries of 1908, just as word “iPhone” may be added to a dictionary in the coming years. Some of the additional words include street vernacular, or slang. There might be only one word that appropriate sums up Newark Mayor Sharpe James, and he might even appreciate the usage, “Gangsta”.

Notice that this is a derivative of the word, “gangster”, which would call to mind hoods that are under the employ of prohibition-era underworld figures, men with fedoras and tommy guns, who refer to women as “dames” and police as “coppers”. “Gangsta” has a different connotation. A Gangsta is whatever he needs to be to get his money, his job done, or his desires met. He is anywhere from drug dealer, to pimp, to armed robber, to mayor. The most important attribute of the Gangsta is his unapologetic way of getting what he wants, however and/or with or by the expense of whomever. Sharpe James is most assuredly, a Gangsta.

Gangsta may also be used as an adjective to describe the means and ways that someone unabashedly carries out his/her desires. “Did you see the way he took over that board meeting? That was gangsta.” “Did you hear the way he cursed that guy out. That was gangsta.”

The film Street Fight documents the 2002 mayoral race between Corey Booker and Sharpe James. The film is definitely one-sided, because Sharpe James would not allow himself to be filmed, and employed police and other personnel to ensure that he was not filmed. James was able to dispatch director Marshall Curry with a few flicks of the wrist, and an officer or staffer would strong-arm Curry from the location. That was gangsta. Booker is a fair-skinned black man. There is a very large black population which James campaigned to in Newark. He went so far as to call Booker a white man. That was gangsta. James had the Newark police take down Booker’s campaign posters a few days before the election. Damn, that was gangsta. Sharpe James is about as gangsta as a Gangsta can get.

James was so gangsta, that he was charging plenty of personal expenses to the people of Newark. Reading the charges, I was reminded of another official that was accused of misuse of city funds. However, this fellow was not in Newark, but New York City, and while he has plenty of dirt on his hands, he is not quite Gangsta material. This gentleman was Russell Harding.

Russell Harding was brought to my attention by Tom Robbins’ excellent articles in the Village Voice, detailing his numerous offenses and difficulties the Village Voice had in obtaining documentation of these offenses under the Freedom of Information Act. (Links to Robbins’ articles on Harding are at the bottom of this entry. I cannot recommended reading these articles enough.) The first time I read these exposes, it blew my mind. I was shocked that something like this could happen in this day and age where your every purchase and expense can be tracked. Sure Harding was son to then-mayor Rudy Giuliani, Ray Harding, but the expenses were up to $400,000. Robbins even devoted a segment to whistleblowing, specifically concerning the Harding case. How could this have gone on for so long?

I think I got the answer from my modest personal experience. At my previous job, the President received a fair amount of treatment that some people would consider an Executive Privilege. Granted, this is not the same as the U.S. Presidents Executive Privilege, but not completely dissimilar. At the top of the food chain, there are fewer people to answer to, and people will automatically afford you special treatment in the hope of getting closer to the top rung. I am not suggesting that he abused his position. Again, though I am not entering his name or where I used to work, I want to make it clear that to the best of my knowledge, he never abused his position. I never heard anything about him misappropriating funds or stealing money for his personal benefit.

However, I will say that he did not shy away from preferential treatment. Though he would say “we” in speeches about salary freezes and budgets, and though he like to be called by his first name, and though he wanted to be “one of us”, he did not shy away from his lofty position when it suited his taste. Case and point: The maintenance staff would shovel his walkway first when it snowed. Maybe it was an executive perk, but something about it just struck me as wrong, and frankly, not very manly. He did not complain when lunch was brought to him at his table. For that matter, he didn’t mind assessing blame to people he did not care for either. (In the effort for full disclosure, yes, I was one of those people. However, I was exonerated of all charges on every occasion, included an offense he blamed me for when I was not even present when said offense took place.) Nonetheless, everyone would turn their head when they saw what he did, they took is as matter of course with a shrug of the shoulder and say, “He’s the President.” Did the same thing happen with Harding and James?

Once all the charges against James and Harding are lumped together, they seem monstrous. However, imagine that you are working with them, working in an environment where it is understood that high ranking officials will receive certain perks. One person turns their head when one charge comes in, another person looks in the other direction when an expense is fudged, another person shrugs shoulders when a voucher crosses the desk, and so on, and so on, and so on. All of the expenses, and problems, taken one at a time, over a long enough period of time may not have caused anyone to say anything, but invoke the rationalization process.

Sadly, we know that this rationalization does not apply to those lower on the chain. Should the lowly secretary of a minor official incorrectly fill out a time-sheet, she may be called into closed door meeting and reprimanded. Should the office worker ask to be reimbursed for purchasing necessary office supplies, he can be needled about each individual item, its purpose, its importance.

The people in higher office that must act in a manner according their position often fail to live up to their title. They take for granted the fact that they are the face of the people below them, that they represent more than themselves, and more than their own interests. Very often, these people believe in their own divinity within the corporate hierarchy, whether earned or otherwise. It is the lower man on the totem pole that must act beyond reproach. He has to be a saint just to be considered competent. “If he was really worthwhile, he would have a more important job. The janitor has a job fitting with his moral fiber. The CEO has his job because of his values/character.” Sadly, that’s about as gangsta as it gets.

Russell Harding Links
The Lush Life of a Rudy Appointee:
Ticket to Ride
Party Harding
Harding’s Hustle
Low-Class Act
Bonus Baby
The Private Lives of Russell Harding
Where Are the Whistle-Blowers?
Russell Harding’s Vanity Fair
Russel Pleads Guilty
Sentenced to 63-months

Pardon Me… Oh, sorry… Commute Me.

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On July 2, 2007, President George Bush commuted the 30 month prison sentence of Lewis “Scooter” Libby on charges of perjury and obstructing government justice. (Copy of the commutation order)

I’m not going to recount the entire case, though it’s interesting. I think you can go to your favorite news site to recap if you desire.

This story demonstrates the importance of having friends with influence. If I get convicted of any crime or misdemeanor, there is no way for me to get out of serving my time. As with most other areas in life, you need to know the right people (or have the right amount of money) to get the things you want.

Some people are crying, “His sentence was only commuted, not pardoned. He’s still guilty of a federal crime. He’s going to loose his law license and serve probation.” Give me a break. Probation instead of serving 30 months in jail? I’d take that deal. Loss of income? Get real. He could write a book and make plenty of money back on the advance alone, not to mention the lecture circuit that Ronald Martin very accurate wrote about. “Libby will no doubt make a ton of dough on the lecture circuit thanks to Republican sycophants, and will dip his finger in the cesspool of ‘consulting’ fees.” Well said.

After the initial week of outrage following the commutation, there has hardly been a peep out of anyone. It’s a surprise that all the moral indignation in the air cleared so quickly.

Turns out that presidential pardons are not exactly uncommon. See the tally of pardons.

If you would like to get a federal pardon, here is a handy 12 step guide.